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Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint you On the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tablet Of things eternal : love truth beauty happinessUnknown
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Your breaking point will be a bloody refuge, not a clean slate.Christina Hopp
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Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.Ankita Singhal
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All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguilingMunia Khan
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The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.Traci Lea LaRussa
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I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.Nicole Lyons
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Night after night on starry wings Night lovers soared so high Miles apart, across the oceans Their love forgot to sigh In heavenly flight’s timelessness That highest height treasured Into the deepest of all blues Their depth of love measured. From the poem 'The Ballad of Night LoversMunia Khan
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Let's fall in love and screw up our lives even more?Tamara Stamenkovic
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Death is buried there into death Hunger strikes on its own last breath No spine to shiver, no heart talks At life’s craving poverty mocks From the poem 'ExhumationMunia Khan
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Written soul is called poetryMunia Khan
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Every known thing used to be unknown And every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the boneMunia Khan
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If you can't be the poet, be the poem.David Carradine
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Perfection"Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind. Every star-thistle has a thorn. Every flower has a blemish. Every wave washes back upon itself. Every ocean embraces a storm. Every raindrop falls with precision. Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail. Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn. Every tree-frog is obligated to sing. Every sound has an echo in the canyon. Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor. Creation's whispered breath at dusk comeswith a frost and leaves within dawn's faint mist, for all of existence remains perfect, adorned, with a dead sparrow on the ground.( Poem titled : 'Perfection' by R.H.Peat) .R.H. Peat
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I am all things, I am not your words. I am defined by me.Maria Elena
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If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow? The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknown In all living and the dead I'll dwell to groanMunia Khan
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...come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...John Geddes
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Give me one more night to taste the dark When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen angel's heart now lover's token Light grows dim burying riddle’s death Just breathe to free your one last breathMunia Khan
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You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.Cat Alonso
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..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...John Geddes
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A poem can't free us from the struggle for existence, but it can uncover desires and appetites buried under the accumulating emergencies of our lives, the fabricated wants and needs we have had urged on us, have accepted as our own. It's not a philosophical or psychological blueprint; it's an instrument for embodied experience.Adrienne Rich
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Beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoungCharles Bukowski
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I always felt it wouldpass. I listened to the charges against meknowing some of them to be truebut certainly notimportant enoughto become the target ofviolence, envy, vengeance. I thought it would surelypass.Charles Bukowski
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A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautiful I could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.Sanober Khan
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Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.Lori Jenessa Nelson
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Music helps to forget This forsaken tomb, That is my abode Cellars down Far below Under the ground, ...E.a. Bucchianeri
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I climb the door instead of a tree Just to crawl with myself walking free What if I’m a lizard beneath my skin Changing my colours of the human I’ve beenMunia Khan
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Poetry is —raw feelings as sunny summer, fiery turmoil as vibrant autumn, daunting revelation as stormy winter, intrepid hope as blooming spring.Gloria D. Gonsalves
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The tongues of hell are dull.Sylvia Plath
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The movement Of the body is Where poetry BeginsClint Catalyst
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A poetess is a collection of unfinished thoughts. She is a tormented phantom, a harbinger of life and death. Those who peer deep inside her catacombs will learn that even madness is a virtue.Nichole McElhaney
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When the hatred stops will the love begin? When there is no more greed will there then be peace?Sherman Kennon