Poem Quotes - Page 5

to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go

I've tried

to become someone else for a while,
only to discover that he, too, was me.

when I am feeling
low
all i have to do is
watch my cats
and my
courage
returns

So here is my story, may it bring
Some smiles and a tear or so,
It happened once upon a time,
Far away, and long ago,
Outside the night wind keens and wails,
Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

Cheap little rhymes
A cheap little tune
Are sometimes as dangerous
As a sliver of the moon.

Twas the night before Thanksgiving.
All the food's in the oven.
And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Connubial

Because with alarming accuracy
she’d been identifying patterns
I was unaware of - this tic, that
tendency, like the way I've mastered
the language of intimacy
in order to conceal how I felt -

I knew I was in danger
of being terribly understood.

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb stairs
and clear his throat outside our door.

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.
Another life is never safely envied.

Open the fridge and put
My heart on a plate.
I'm just as you left
me, and I taste even better
leftover.

My Personality

unfolding before you
like a Swiss Army knife.

Life is a poem most people never read.

Be there a picnic for the devil,
an orgy for the satyr,
and a wedding for the bride.