Journey’s endIn western lands beneath the SunThe flowers may rise in Spring,The trees may bud, the waters run,The merry finches sing.Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,And swaying branches bearThe Elven-stars as jewels whiteAmid their branching...

A writer draws a road map where readers walks with their love, joy, anger, tears, and dismay. Every story, every poem, has different meanings for every reader.

I have studied many timesThe marble which was chiseled for me—A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.In truth it pictures not my destinationBut my life.For love was offered me and I...

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

A poem with grandly conceived and executed stanzas, such as one of Keats’s odes, should be like an enfilade of rooms in a palace: one proceeds, with eager anticipation, from room to room.

That’s the thing about love It can take you up to the mountaintop and can drop you And the impact will either kill you or make you a new person

I’m only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I’ll be gone forever—- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I’d...

A Woman’s QuestionDo you know you have asked for the costliest thingEver made by the Hand above?A woman’s heart, and a woman’s life—And a woman’s wonderful love.Do you know you have asked for this priceless...

Almighty Freedom! give my venturous songThe force, the charm that to thy voice belong;Tis thine to shape my course, to light my way,To nerve my country with the patriot lay,To teach all men where all...

My father’s love was always strongMy mother’s glamour lives on and on.Yet still inside I felt alone, for reasones unknow to me.

Sleeping AtlantisSilent cool watersdancing upon her skin ~silent cool waterushering dreams within…

osea, resumiendo, estoy jodido y radiante

…Lovers think quite different thoughtswhile lying side by side.

The mercy bulletI envy horses: if they break a leg and feel humiliated because they can no longer charge back and forth in the wind, they are cured by a mercy bullet. So if something...

You take my breath awayFrom mile awayHair, twice as niceSmile is your make up, angelic faceYou light up the entire placeCaptured my attentionCan’t help but stare at your perfectionso charming, You will set the red...

A poem is never finished, only abandoned.

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and...

His gaze, bluntedby the unnumbered processionof iron bars, uncountedas his softly padded steps.Smooth motion of blood and sinewturning in its own, small circleprescribed by bars and walls…and skin, confined.Suddenly, without warning,a flash of light and...

ENTER THIS DESERTED HOUSEBut please walk softly as you do.Frogs dwell here and crickets too.Ain’t no ceiling, only blueJays dwell here and sunbeams too.Floors are flowers – take a few.Ferns grow here and daisies too.Whoosh,...

Isn’t it strange how princes and kings,and clowns that caper in sawdust rings,and common people, like you and me,are builders for eternity?Each is given a list of rules;a shapeless mass; a bag of tools.And each...

Dance is the healing treasure within your spirit that only movements of passion can set free.

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...

When I was young and miserable and prettyAnd poor, I’d wishWhat all girls wish: to have a husband,A house and children. Now that I’m old, my wishIs womanish:That the boy putting groceries in my carSee...

Your printers have made but one blunder,Correct it instanter, and then for the thunder!We’ll see in a jiffy if this Mr S[pencer]Has the ghost of a claim to be thought a good fencer.To my vision...

eat, baby.eat.chew.please.I know it hurts. I know it doesn’t feel good.please.I know your hunger is different than mine.I know it doesn’t taste the same as mine.imagine you could grow up all over againand pinpoint the...

YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE.

all theorieslike clichesshot to hell,all these small faceslooking upbeautiful and believing;I wish to weepbut sorrow isstupid.I wish to believe but believe is agraveyard. we have narrowed it down tothe butcherknife and themockingbird wish usluck.

Twas a sheep not a lamb that strayed awayIn the parable Jesus told,A grown-up sheep that strayed awayFrom the ninety and nine in the fold.And why for the sheep should we seekAnd earnestly hope and...

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.

This poem is very longSo long, in fact, that your attention spanMay be stretched to its very limitsBut that’s okayIt’s what’s so special about poetrySee, poetry takes timeWe live in a timeCall it our culture...

Your love for me is transparent, no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive.

No matter how you are taught by your teacher about how to recite a poem, it is impossible to wear your teacher’s smiling face to the stage. You got to change your own face into...

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?

Random thoughts that fly away. Where words has no place to stay. Let it be right where they are. Let the work of art preserve its life.

Herr kakkerlakk i fotsid frakk og med for store sko, gikk på basar og vant et par kalosjer nummer to. Herr kakkerlakk sa tusen takk! og pakket gaven sammen, nå skal jeg hjem og vise...

Bir roman kadar uzun bu tümce,-Sonra işte yaşlandım.

A perfect poem owes its perfection to sounding the voice of the heart and the melodies of the conscience, as well as its ability to reflect the considerations, beliefs, opinions, and horizons of thought of...

sad is the poem i will never write

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...

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean’s insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune’s vanity.

I figured I wasn’t supposed to be capable of that kind of thinking, and I felt like an alien. I feel that a lot, actually, in a lot of circumstances. Like I ought to be...

The Decision…I wiped my hands on my pinaforenow sullied and stainednot crisp or pressedas it had been before…

And then I feel the sun itselfas it blazes over the hills,like a million flowers on fire –clearly I’m not needed,yet I feel myself turninginto something of inexplicable value.-from The Buddha’s Last Instruction

The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Apa yang bisa kami rasakan, tapi tak usah kami ucapkan. Apa yang bisa kami pikirkan, tapi tak usah kami katakan.

Dreaming of another time,Dreaming of clasping your hands so tight,Dreaming of another time,Dreaming of the shipwreck that is in my heart would end

Never complete. Never whole.White skin and an African soul.

What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere, The smallest sprout shows there...

A Strange Prayer:Dear Lord, I, the self searching illusion, has seen and experienced the outer world:relationships,success and failure,true friends, strangers and backbiters.I lived the different emotionsduring different seasons;I witnessed ups & downs,enjoyed love & hate,was...

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got...