All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Single parenthood:Where you bite every bulletSuck up spells of pouring rain And wake with open woundsStill dripping with the liquid of yesterday’s pain The objective being to simply get up, withstand, endure Fight an inch harder, love a little moreAnd draw a smile on your faceTie a ribbon of calm around your racing heartFor the one(s) that you so beautifully adore”

“Percy wakes me (fourteen)Percy wakes me and I am not ready.He has slept all night under the covers.Now he’s eager for action: a walk, then breakfast.So I hasten up. He is sitting on the kitchen counter Where he is not supposed to be. How wonderful you are, I say. How clever, if you Needed me, To wake me. He thought he would a lecture and deeply His eyes begin to shine.He tumbles onto the couch for more compliments.He squirms and squeals: he has done something That he needed And now he hears that it is okay. I scratch his ears. I turn him over And touch him everywhere. He isWild with the okayness of it. Then we walk, then He has breakfast, and he is happy.This is a poem about Percy.This is a poem about more than Percy.Think about it.”

“Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer space.”

“After the final no there comes a yes / And on that yes the future world depends.”

“I like the disaster of the night sky, stars spilling this way and that as if they were upturned from a glass. I like the way good madness feels. I like the way laughter always spills. That’s the word for it. It never just comes, it spills. I like the word ‘again’. Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. I like the quiet sound a coffee cup makes when it’s set down on a wooden table. So hushed. So inviting. Like morning light yawning through the window and stretching out onto the kitchen floor. I like the way girls’ lips look like they’re stained with berries. I like the way morning light breaks like a prism through the empty wine bottles on our dusty apartment floor. Glasses empty except for the midnight hour. I like the way blueberries stain my fingers during the summer. I like the way light hits your eyes and turns it into a color that doesn’t exist anywhere else other than in this moment. I want it all. I want the breeze to call my name as it rushes down my street, looking for me. I want to feel grass underneath my bare feet and I want to feel the sun kiss freckles onto my cheeks. I want to hear you yell hello as you make your way towards me, not goodbye as you have to go. That’s just a little bit about me.”

“If a serious statement is defined as one that may be made in terms of waking life, poetry will never rise to the level of seriousness. It lies beyond seriousness, on that more primitive and original level where the child, the animal, the savage, and the seer belong, in the region of dream, enchantment, ecstasy, laughter. To understand poetry we must be capable of donning the child’s soul like a magic cloak and of forsaking man’s wisdom for the child’s.”

“As a girl she was told to be seen and not heard, until one day she decided she had much to say…and became a legend instead.”

“She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But you never knew what was going in that pretty little head of hers. Whether she was planning a tea party; or a plot to take over the world.”

“As a writer you try to listen to what other’s aren’t saying…and write about the silence.”

“We remember though all the firelit glowOf a great hearth’s gleam and glare,And we looked for a space at each happy faceAnd the love that was written there.”

“This life can make you feel depressed, leaving you with so much stress,but all you can do is try your best.”

“To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge”

“You can’tstop dreamingjust becausethe night neverseems toend.”

“MOMWholeheartedly,She loved me-And inspired me-With transcending devotion.It was a blessing-To have been her son,To have been loved-Without conditions.Her words of wisdom-Opened my eyes-To the world-And to myself.By seeing the best in me, She empowered me.By believing in me, She transformed me.She grew old-And floated away,But her love remains standing-Eternally by my side.”

“But know this.This life, it breathes in duality. Your now[s] are an imminent tomorrow[s].”