All Quotes By Tag: Poem

“I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lipsit is because I hear a man climb stairsand clear his throat outside our door.”

“Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don’t undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.”

“As Henry Moore carvedor modelled his sculpture every day,he strove to surpass Donatello4. and failed, but woke the next morningelated for another try.”

“our foundation is rockybecause we made a home in each other’s skin.the damage is beginning to show.”

“Scientific People, unscientific mind; why are we dividing the world which could shine? Between religion and science, all what matters is human lives.”

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

“A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think?”

“நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மாநின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்பொன்னை, உயர்வை, புகழை விரும்பிடும்என்னை கவலைகள் தின்ன தகாதென..நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மாநின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்மிடிமையும் அச்சமும் மேவி என் நெஞ்சில்குடிமை புகுந்தன, கொன்று அவை போக்கினதன்செய லெண்ணித் தவிப்பது தீர்ந்திங்குநின்செயல் செய்து நிறைவு பெறும்வண்ணம்நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மாநின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்நின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மாநின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்துன்பம் இனி இல்லை, சோர்வில்லைசோர்வில்லை, தோற்பில்லைநல்லது தீயது நாமறியோம்நாமறியோம் நாமறியோம்அன்பு நெறியில் அறங்கள் வளர்த்திடநல்லது நாட்டுக! தீமையை ஓட்டுகநின்னை சரணடைந்தேன், கண்ணம்மாநின்னை சரணடைந்தேன்”

“as long as there arehuman beings aboutthere is never going to beany peacefor any individualupon this earth (oranywhere elsethey mightescape to).all you can dois maybe grabten lucky minuteshereor maybe an hourthere.somethingis working toward youright now, andI mean youand nobody butyou.”

“What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don’t know yet, but I do it.”

“I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being, making my way in a world that is constantly trying to push me aside, and you who send me letters and emails and beautiful gifts wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me walking down the street where I live tomorrowfor I am not a poem. I am tired and worn out and the eyes you would see would not be painted or inspiredbut empty and weary from drinking too much at all timesand I am not the life of your party who sings and has glorious words to speakfor I don’t speak muchat alland my voice is raspy and unsteady from unhealthy living and not much sleep and I only use it when I sing and I always sing too muchor not at alland never when people are around because they expect poems and symphonies and I am nota poembut an elegyat my bestbut unedited and uncut and not a lot of people want to work with me because there’s only so much you can do with an audio take, with the plug-ins and EQs and I was born distorted, disordered, and I’m pretty fine with that,but others are not.”

“The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.”

“Through the darkest hours of the nightand through the dreamers realm I seek,Far beyond the starry skyand beyond galaxies I am free.Through the grimmest memoriesand past a seasons air I cannot breathe,Far beyond this mortal worldin an afterlife we shall meet.”

“We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one less traveled by — offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.”

“Everything is temporary, almost like a passing fase, some of laughter Some of pain. What we would do, If we had the chance to explore What we had taken for Granted the very day before, Some would say I’m selfish, To hold a little sadness in my eyes, But they don’t feel the sorrow When I can’t do, all that helps me feel alive. I can express my emotions, but I can’t run wild and free, My mind and soul would handle it but hell upon my hip, ankle and knees, This disorder came about,as a friendship said its last goodbyes, Soooo this is what I got given for all the years I stood by? I finally stand still to question it, life it is in fact? What the fuck is the purpose of it all if you get stabbed in the back? And after the anger fills the air, the regret takes it places, I never wanted to be that girl, Horrid, sad and faded… So I took with a grain of salt, my new found reality, I am not of my pain,the disability doesnt define me. I find away to adjust, also with the absence of my friend,I trust the choices I make, allow my heart to mend. I pick up the piecesI retrain my leg, I find where I left off And I start all over again, You see what happens… When a warrior gets tested; They grow from the ashes Powerful and invested. So I thank all this heartache,As I put it to a rest, I move forward with my life And I’ll build a damn good nest.”