Quotes Tagged "poems"

You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.

Our Cross Our little circle hides in the mind, It's difficult to miss but hard to find, It goes unspoken but yet it speaks, From backward years to forward weeks, We can't forget but why even try, Two of a kind doesn't know goodbye, It's a silent question that God won't share, A breeze we feel but seems unfair, Distant, rare but only madness can see, It's something deeper than any infinity, Because we walk this parallel path up and down, There is no circle to hold us circus clowns, So let's give it a symbol and label it a loss, We will remember it always as we carry our cross.

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Le Chat Je souhaite dans ma maison: Une femme ayant sa raison. Un chat passant parmi les livres. Des amis en toute saison Sans lesquels je ne peux pas vivre.

she was completely whole and yet never fully complete

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

One touch, one kiss and a leap of faith - the heart will forever be claimed

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

All the things we blame on the heart. But love is not blind.

There is nothing to save, now all is lost, but a tiny core of stillness in the heart like the eye of a violet.

I want to plant myself in your thoughts and be the subject that moves your lips to the words of your heart.

My wild is yours

They say we are born once, but they haven't met you.

In the many ways that I could lose myself, I chose to lose myself in you.

Oh how I could recognize lips that thirst for passion.

Darling, all I ask Be young at heart, Be playful, Scream passion And love me tender.

The plot twist: us

Bruised egos never rest well in a lovers nest.

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