I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.
~ Nicole Lyons
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
~ Avijeet Das
She is forever beautiful just like the roses.
And you look more beautiful when you blush.
People start to lie more once they start to care less.
~ Rain Cooper
And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.
Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.
My wife is a thief...She takes the last cookieTakes forever to get readyShe takes her time in the showerTakes all of the hot waterShe takes my favorite seat on the couchTakes the high road when I lose controlMy wife is a thief...She took my last nameTook the time to get to know me, love meShe took the back seat and let me leadTook on motherhood and the emotional toll that it bringsShe took care of me the many times that I've gotten sickTook on the pain of pregnancy so that the Jackson legacy would live onMy wife takes, and takes, and takes...I'm so proud of my perpetual thief who stole my heart and won't give it back.
~ David Jackson
She loved me deeply, madly and passionately. She knew no other way!
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and dived deeply into her ocean of love and that's how I saved my soul!
Some people walk into our life and make us fall in love with our self.
We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!
You made a poet fall in love with the world.
Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.
~ N'zuri Za Austin
I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.
~ Christina Strigas
I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.
~ Kamand Kojouri
I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.
The longer the silence remains untouched the longer the miscommunication creates its own stories.
When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me.
I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.
all the parts of mei did not show youwere the onesi wanted you to notice.
You can't break up with a soul mate.
Treat me like a rare first edition of your favourite novel.
A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you.
You read between the wrong lines.
While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn’t it lovely to say, “He/She suffers of Poetry?”.
~ Ioana-Cristina Casapu
Roses have thorns,’ we whine. When thorns of life entwine. Simple things can bring solace to heart-Things everyone take for granted-Like tending beds of fragile roses-with heart full of scars
~ Val Uchendu
Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories,I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake’s placidityfinds life in the swans breathOnly for you...From the poem 'Only For You
~ Munia Khan
Thorns with rose petals, beauty with imperfection, softness of insensibility, pain of love; duality of human nature
I read old poems I wrote. They were all about you.
~ Sheen Francis Reyes
Night after night on starry wingsNight lovers soared so highMiles apart, across the oceansTheir love forgot to sighIn heavenly flight’s timelessnessThat highest height treasuredInto the deepest of all bluesTheir depth of love measured.From the poem 'The Ballad of Night Lovers
Don't ignore anybody who has ignored everbody and everything for you.
~ Adis Ahmedi
Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.
She knew me beyond my actionsBeyond my shallow attempts at happiness.She knew I had darknessAnd when I undressedAnd showed her what I was made ofShe noddedKnowing I was unrepairableAnd said 'I'll be here for you anyway
~ Stacy Morris
Pose your questions to people and you will get countless useless answers.
~ Dejan Stojanovic
All people are enslaved by something.
Some people complain there are too many people on earth, Some people complain about secret societies, Some people accuse others of not being able to wake up early. Almost all people complain about something.
Death is buried there into death Hunger strikes on its own last breathNo spine to shiver, no heart talks At life’s craving poverty mocksFrom the poem 'Exhumation
I dreamed in night vision; whiteflowers of nocturnalgun fire – day residue shot to hell. If I held my dreamsto a windowsill,sun would sievethrough my screams.
~ Jalina Mhyana
The world cannot be translated, It can only be dreamed of and touched.