Quotes Tagged "poetry"

She ran back to a person Who broke her With the hope that He would fix everything And surprisingly He did

Reason to live, they repeat like a pop song, The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the motionless chariot trying to drag them home with forced hope.

The Garden If no one loves her Please, love you Even if she’s a wreckage Or lost, in a predetermined path Or broken, by a perfect love Or loved, by your sacrificial loneliness Please, build her Even when you have no stone Or judge her abysmal tombstone Or her nothingness collapses your passion Water her azaleas Out of frozen concrete From sublime bottles No one full, ever knew how to fill. Jenim Dibie

With death on our conscious we have the opportunity to act with diligence and love unconditionally

From the time of snow-melt, when the creek roared and the mud slid and the seeds cracked, I listened to the earth-talk, the root-wrangle, the arguments of energy, the dreams lying just under the surface, then rising, becoming at the last moment flaring and luminous -- (excerpt from the poem, Wild Trilliums)

Sometimes, People just aren’t going to get it It’s an ever-elusive concept, to be understood All you can hope for Is that you find someone that tries. Find someone that tries.

Spilled Ink It seemed unfair And unfinished, And now it would always be tragic. Because you kept Loving them Even when the story ended. And there was nowhere To spill the ink Of the heartbreak their absence wrote.

The Mask We often pair the turmoil in our mind With a calm exterior, Hoping that the mask Will serve as a floodgate To hold back the chaos Of our swirling thoughts

Atlantis People would whisper about us And our fall from grace As our world fell to ruin And our worst fears were realized, We’d be submerged and forgotten The stuff of speculation. Legend at best, We were a lost city, Singing our siren ballads Of heartbreak and woe From the depths below, We were here! We were here. We were here…

If you ask me what I live for, I'll say catharsis. And hope. And writing. I'll never be a defeatist

It’s ok to not look back. It’s ok to look forward to the future with a broken heart and a limp. Is there any other way to travel toward God this side of heaven?

There’s nothing wrong in dreaming when you are awake Reality is brimming with hunger, love and ache The sky is unsure why the arid moor feels bleak Quaking of earth to lure the narrowness of creek From the poem- Sprinkled

The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year. And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.

For I am bound with fleshly bands, Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope; I strain my heart, I stretch my hands, And catch at hope.

Above the dark town After the sun's gone down Two vapour trails cross the sky Catching the day's last slow goodbye Black skyline looks rich as velvet Something is shining Like gold but better Rumours of glory...

… I’ll take the sadness in my eyes and bury it into depths I’ll withstand with courage, every shadow of my harmful past And I will never lose again, just learn and win ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)

… I’ll feel the magic, in the blissful daylight I’ll listen to the cheerful songs of nature And I will heal my soul, with joy and love ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)

… I’ll celebrate the waltz of stars, in endless harmony I’ll dream with my angels, in far away lands And I will send love letters, to my future self ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)

… I’ll pray to God to give me strength and patience I’ll feel no pain, no vengeance, no regrets And I will learn to love again…myself, this time. ... (Excerpted from My kind of resilience, chapter Resilience)

Drops of rain fall on my naked skin They clean my spirit and awake my conscience They cry with me in a cathartic release They scream, they fight, they hurt, they heal (Excerpted from Healed by rain, chapter Resilience)