All Quotes By Tag: Poetry-quotes

“With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul’s warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.”

“Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldn’t be close enough to you.”

“A thousand lips, a thousand eyes,a thousand hearts will read these words,as you read them, graze them, this moment. Thousands will utter them into the abyss, someday, perhaps for years to come; loudly, softly,repeatedly, again and again and again.Some will mock, some will laugh. Somewill shed a tear. But it is writtenonly for your lips, your eyes, your heart,beloved.”

“i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.”

“I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.”

“Whatever you get out of poetry – take it. take it. take it. Words are better off felt than understood.”

“lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.”

“His lone breaths- everywhere to be with himHope survives one more day, losing all fearWith the cold night’s touch through shivered scheme,His new day reminds of another yearFrom the poem Sonnet For A Man (Part II)”

“A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.”

“When Hitler marched across the RhineTo take the land of France,La dame de fer decided,‘Let’s make the tyrant dance.’Let him take the land and city,The hills and every flower,One thing he will never have,The elegant Eiffel Tower.The French cut the cables,The elevators stood still,‘If he wants to reach the top,Let him walk it, if he will.’The invaders hung a swastikaThe largest ever seen.But a fresh breeze blewAnd away it flew,Never more to be seen.They hung up a second mark,Smaller than the first,But a patriot climbedWith a thought in mind:‘Never your duty shirk.’Up the iron ladyHe stealthily made his way,Hanging the bright tricolour,He heroically saved the day.Then, for some strange reason,A mystery to this day,Hitler never climbed the tower,On the ground he had to stay.At last he ordered she be razedDown to a twisted pile.A futile attack, for still she standsBeaming her metallic smile.”

“You are that one breath. that puts all the remaining breaths. back into my body.”

“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.”

“Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.”

“What will you do now with the gift of your left life?”

“Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.”