Poem Quotes - Page 9

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth;
Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth
With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.
She hath no questions, she hath no replies.

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Sin prevenciones me doy vuelta y siguen
aquellos dos a la izquierda del roble
eternos y escondidos en la lluvia
diciéndose quién sabe qué silencios.

No sé si alguna vez les ha pasado a ustedes
pero cuando la lluvia cae sobre el Botánico
aquí se quedan sólo los fantasmas.

Ustedes pueden irse.
Yo me quedo.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

The serenity of the lulling ocean is a wondrous thing to behold..more precious than the gems coveted and covered in platinum or gold...

the world is better without
them.

only the plants and the animals are
true comrades.

I drink to them and with
them.

Another day without no rain, is another day of sorrow.
And if it doesn't rain today, I hope it rains tomorrow.

A stream of primal voices
Whispering in the breeze of your heart
To urge you on.

Choose wisely
From those who start
A fire in your heart.

Some may burn you to shreds,
While you were looking for warmth.

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle,
flickered upon ocean's insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle
the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.

That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. "It's an art to read the stars, baby."
I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart.

MISERABLE

Release the toxic and infectious-
Spreaders of misery,
Souls destroying souls-
And poisonous liars.

Awaken from the hallucinations-
And take back your heart.
Reclaim your self-esteem-
And leave the toxic be.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity of
my city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked the
heart
away.

Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart,
In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.

My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.
We laughed, - knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.

Lo! A call for a bloody trial-
Retribution should it hail!
Whose? you ask,
For he that deems it a worthy task!

poetry is when a natural melancholy what keep singing a melody

I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply.
I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.