Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.
Love, Relationships, Romance
Poems are never finished - just abandoned
Writing
Love is wind for the soul
Love, Truth, Poetry
As long as music survives, poetry will never die.
Poetry, Death, Music
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
Life, Love, Truth
See mirror, every time you will miss me and look deeper into your eyes till you will find me.
Love, Romance
MagicSandra’s seen a leprechaun,Eddie touched a troll,Laurie danced with witches once,Charlie found some goblins gold.Donald heard a mermaid sing,Susy spied an elf,But all the magic I have knownI've had to make myself.
Life, Humor
Early birdOh, if you’re a bird, be an early birdAnd catch the worm for your breakfast plate.If you’re a bird, be an early bird - But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
It is when things are at worst you will get the best.
Inspirational, Romance
To have been where you have beenAnd to still have joy,Dazzling in your heart,Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.
Wisdom, Joy, Heart
The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.
Life, Darkness, Light
girlsplease give yourbodies and yourlivestothe young menwhodeserve thembesidesthere isno wayI would welcometheintolerabledullsenseless hellyou would bringmeandI wish youluckin bedandoutbut notinminethan
Life, Love, Poetry
With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.
Life, Poetry, Despair
The true poem rests between the words.
Poetry, Writing
Give a poet a pen
Life, Inspirational, Poetry
...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.
Philosophy, Poetry, Wisdom
I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am a poem. I am a soil and a gem. I am a stargate and a voyage. I am the ocean and your soul.
Love, Dance, Sing
Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody... Dance with me within the wind... Let me love You...
Life, Love, Dance
If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything, until you close your eyes and hold the pen.
Poetry, Books