Best 750 of Poems quotes - MyQuotes
I am less of myself and more of the sun; The beat of life is wearing me To an incomplete oblivion,
I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)
J. A. Anum
You deserve the love your soul craves for. Don't settle.
If someone talks bad about us, we feel bad. If someone talks good about us we feel good. The question is ,Have we given our remote to others for the way we feel? Live your life in your way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love doesn't always mean rings and veils and walks down the aisle. Sometimes love means broken windows and broken hearts, and not being able to fix either. And sometimes love means telling you, there's no such thing as time in Heaven so don't rush to meet me. Stay a while, and pick, girl, the roses.
She was rare, few and far between She suspected he would be as well And the thought of two rare, few and far between individuals Doing all that was necessary for that rare, few and far between Meeting to occur Drove her to write
A short poem from my new book, The Lost Journal of my Second Trip to Pergatory, Thorny Crowns Of course the gold one was for special occasions, weddings, etc, silver for family reunions, office-casual type affairs. Bronze was a everyday choice; during yard work its burnished surface shone in sunlight. There were various colors and holiday appropriate ones. I could never find the hatboxes they were stored in. But the wooden one was reserved for the long suffering caused by family. Stevie’s funeral, my hospital trips and sister’s rebellion rated real wood. One tip filed extra sharp produced a fine and dramatic line of blood droplets on her brow.
Robert M Drake
She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.
In my heart is a space that is so sacred and none can enter in but you. And I shall wait for you though it takes forever, though my heart bleeds and my all consumed. I wait because I love you And love waits for the only one that it loves.
When it comes to love we are primates breaking sticks while pointing to our hearts.
Apakah hidup ini akan menjadi membosankan, jika hanya melulu soal patah hati dan perasaan yang tak berbalas?
Scatter as a prayer escaping my lips... as orchids blooming in clouds.
Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.
I've been writing poems since I was sixteen. Back then, poems were an obvious release for all the frustrations and anxieties associated with adolescence. Mostly, they were a way for me to impress girls, even though I never remember any girls being impressed.
Love blends our souls in the most aesthetic enjoyment
Often, in death, everything else fails. We are left only with the music and the meaning of poetry.
Fantasy like thought that no man could rain Just let her reign Run wild with her unafraid Of any rain storms They only wash the mud away and make way For double rainbows and sunny days
If we try to see something positive in everything we do, life won't necessarily become easier but it becomes more valuable.
Giovannie De Sadeleer
We often pray to the stars above, to help us find somebody to love.
J. A. Anum
No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.
it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispered dream...in the mysterious blue minutes before dawn like a secret infatuation.... like slow languorous sips of green tea... like a lingering glimpse a self-wrapped paradise like his name upon my lips.
This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the sky fall, to pluck the clouds from their beds with its whipping winds
I find no peace, and all my war is done, I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind yet can I not arise; And naught I have and all the world I seize on. That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison, And holdeth me not, yet can I scape nowise; Nor letteth me live nor die at my devise, And yet of death it giveth none occasion. Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain; I desire to perish, and yet I ask health; I love another, and thus I hate myself; I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain. Likewise displeaseth me both death and life And my delight is causer of this strife.
There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.
Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me. It was when i let you.
Love's alchemical power is nevermore clear than in the moments when we least expect it to grace our lives; for love transforms, love transcends, love awakens.
I love being able to see an un-written future.
We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhere Making love while we let the midnight air Flow through the open window, into our closed hearts Left bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart
my poems are only bits of scratching on the floor of a cage.
There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.
No amount of words, No haiku, poem, or novel, Can tell of our love
She wanted to and believed she could —so she did.
J. A. Anum
He was the hunter of my soul, lying in wait - silently and motionless. Coaxing me out of hiding, Enticing me with love, Dangling hope in my face. Pulling me in, drawing me close. I gave in and walked into his trap. He did a good job too, tearing me apart and ripping my heart out. He was the hunter and I, the game. How could I forget that a hunter's job is to kill?
Don’t be afraid of failures it takes courage to try new things & only those who try create History.
How long you will live in your dreams? The time is now, it's better to go and follow them..
No body is a looser either he is a Winner or a Learner
Years has passed and my eager heart stands. Until we meet again love is an uncertainty that I'll pass. I had all but one to give, this heart of mine that is yours still.
Htinya sekarang seperti benda rapuh. Aku tak tahu seberapa retak atau hancur di dalam sana, Aku hanya bisa menerka-nerka dari sini Dari tempatku Aku tak tahu apakah ia ingin kurengkuh atau kupeluk Atau hanya sekadar kulihat dan ku dengar dari sini Dari tempatku. Aku belum tahu Mungkin waktu tahu Mungkin nanti ia akan mengijinkanku tahu atau mungkin waktu.
Edgar Allan Poe
Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold–too cold for me- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.
Muses don't come by everyday and most of them have an expiration date
Steep fall to the ground shattering like clay pigeons missed by bad shots and unsteady hands.
you are here. the moontides are here. and that’s all that matters.
Settled in my blanket of dreams, Hugging my thoughts of you. I close my eyes and secretly wish That someday you'll love me too. Reality whispers in the back of my head, "He will never be happy with you." But I've escaped to my fantasy land A place where happiness can come true.
Kelli Russell Agodon
and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.
Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet’s walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart’s lies hard as rock
Nathan Reese Maher
Did Bach ever eat pancakes at midnight?
A little bump in the road is just a bump. There's more ahead until you reach your destination.
I think it is in grief that we need some reminder of our humanity--and sometimes, someone to say it for us. Poetry steps in at those moments when ordinary words fail: poetry as ceremony, as closure to what cannot be closed.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
It is raining! In other words little poems are coming down from the sky! Nature is literature! Sun is a fable; forest is a story; birds are a theatre; mountains are a myth; rain is a poem! Nature is literature!
You could have found me. You could have seen me. But I had always been the invisible one.