Poem Quotes - Page 11

...my body has become
another country
and I feel like an unemployed
illegal alien
how will I survive
where I do not belong
I belong with you

Qui croit
Pouvoir faire du miel
Sans partager le destin des abeilles?

Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation.

I didn't know who to
believe
but
one thing I do
know: when a man is
living
many claim relationships
that are hardly
so
and after he dies, well,
then it's everybody's
party.

I've discovered a way to stay friends forever -
There's really nothing to it.
I simply tell you what to do
And you do it!

I wish to resist the temptation to kiss...

By super magic animals (Song: The Temptation)

A visual poem about unfulfilled love...

...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny.
...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines.
...and of lust.
...to what seems like male.
...to what seems like female.
...in those days.
...I mean nothing. ...but in high school.
....even me.
...I can't deny.

grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing

The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me" from the poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing

FRIENDS

Looking out the window,
I see you looking in.
You are the sunshine,
That fills my soul.

[...] the body is what we lean toward,
tensing as it darts, dancing away.
but it's the voice that enters us. even
saying nothing. even saying nothing
over and over absently to itself

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

Whatever is produced in haste goes hastily to waste.

Quizá porque el amor ha construido con paciencia y fervor su telaraña, donde el odio que cae está perdido.

Mislaid flame of tender emotions
Rekindled.
Together we live to the point of tears,
I wouldn’t want it any other way.

You love me
and love me not
your love is an arm of clock
joining hands with mine
only to leave me again

If Love is Pure, Love is Simple

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

We thought everything would be
forgotten, but I still remember your
claws running down my back.

I wonder if you still think about us,
the way I do.

How our legs would crash
into each other in the middle
of the night, and how we ended
up creating the moon in the
confines of our beds.

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.