poetry

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."

"Self love is an oceanand your heart is a vessel. Make it full,and any excess will spill overinto the lives of the peopleyou hold dear. But you must come first."

"sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted – stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice to beBukowski."

"A poem for Beth: Roses are red, Violets are blue, I didn’t know what love meant, until I looked it up in the dictionary."

"The rain set early in tonight,The sullen wind was soon awake,It tore the elm-tops down for spite,And did its best to vex the lake:I listened with heart fit to break.When glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up and all the cottage warm;"

"My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy."

"That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out."

"God moves in mysterious waysHis wonders to performs"

"Rocket shipsare excitingbut so are roseson a birthday."

"So for now,I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,And the next time I see you,I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,And when I fall asleep beside you I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,because I don’t know if I will.I don’t know if I will.- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending"

"She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars."

"The wind is the moon's imagination wandering."

"I see your picture and in that picture I didn't see you."

"If I waste all my charity, all I’ll wind up with in the end is the wind. Still, I think I want to be the Dandelion of Love."

"A lover goes toward his beloved as enthusiastically as a schoolboy leaving his books, but when he leaves his girlfriend, he feels as miserable as the schoolboy on his way to school. (Act 2, scene 2)"

"Our state cannot be severed, we are one,One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself."

"Wordplay hides a key to reality that the dictionary tries in vain to lock inside every free word."

"Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am"

"There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't."

"Stars open among the lilies.Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?This is the silence of astounded souls."