We will paste upon the curled pages wordsLike charming and romantic and sentimentalForgetting that charming is witchcraftRomantic is loveAnd sentiment is what makes us human

Nobody came to see me today. Nobody saw him arrive. Nobody saw him walk away. Nobody knows he’s alive.Nobody knows when he comes and goes. Nobody seems to care. Nobody, take me away with you....

All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

solder. this is meand you together

And the pebbles fight each other as rocks/And my father bends among them/Two hands outstretching up to me/Not that I can hear.

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to...

In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile…I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi ‘cross the oceans...

Depths of Friendship…under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold…

Ode to the Chamber…linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove…

If the world stops spinning, slowing to a crawl. I will continue to dream of you. Until, I no longer dream at all.

menulis indah temaram senja di ujung garis pantai ketika burungburung pulang dengan perut kenyang menulis lindap subuh yang jauh dengan selintas garis putih fajar ketika kelelawar malam berhambur untuk tidur atau kau ingin aku menulis...

¡Ah! ,No es cierto, ángel de amor,que en esta apartada orillamás pura la luna brillay se respira mejor?

remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”Remember that good things come in threes...

Oh, Man in the Moon””Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes, and I shall make a wish for a peaceful world that spins with no more lies....

When the music note grows tired we will land on the wings of a guardian – One already accustomed to my attempts to fly One aware of my weakness for a beautiful try

One sister for sale,One sister for sale,One crying and spying young sister for saleI’m really not kidding so who’ll start the biddingDo I hear a dollar?A nickle?A penny?Oh isnt there isnt there isnt there anyOne...

What inspires a poem for me is usually a moment.

Give the mind rest, do not stress too much on thoughts, close your eyes and let your spirit dance.

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

Roses are wilting, Violets are dead,The sugar bowl is empty,and so is your head.

This is for you, all the women of the worldThose who lived, all who ever willthis is for your love, mine is yoursLove is fate, I am hereBecause you know the meaning of lifeThat begins...

OxfordIt is well that there are palaces of peaceAnd discipline and dreaming and desire,Lest we forget our heritage and ceaseThe Spirit’s work—to hunger and aspire:Lest we forget that we were born divine,Now tangled in red...

How clear, how lovely bright,How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play;How heaven laughs out with gleeWhere, like a bird set free,Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day.To-day I shall be strong,No...

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhichI am not;in fact, it’s enthralling, somehow, like a goodback rub

Que grande vantagem o recordar intrasigentemente!Agora tenho pena de nunca mais ter visto a outra raparigaE tenho pena de nem sequer ter olhado para esta(…)Porque todas as recordações são a mesma recordação,Tudo o que foi...

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.

Ah dearest heart if you will but waitI’ll become the ideal soulmatenevermore causing you a moment’s troubleand I but a mere ectoplasmic bubbleswaying above your gorgeous headgruff and garrulous and safely dead.

The Earth Turned to Bring us Closerby: Eugenio MontejoThe earth turned to bring us closerit turned on itself and within usuntil it finally brought us together in this dreamas written in the Symposium.Nights passed by,...

Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass growsThe West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes.What news from the West, oh wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?Have you...

I see the life with your sight,O” the love; you’re my light.

Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.

And you know what the worst thing was?The worst thing was that nobody ever believed how hard we tried.

How Beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,In the broad and fiery street,In the narrow lane,How beautiful is the rain!How it clatters along the roofs,Like the tramp of hoofs!How it gushes and struggles outFrom...

Through the darkest hours of the nightand through the dreamers realm I seek,Far beyond the starry skyand beyond galaxies I am free.Through the grimmest memoriesand past a seasons air I cannot breathe,Far beyond this mortal...

Let’s appreciate and welcome the arrival of a new prophet The one who can be Reasonable and rational Realistic and democratThe one who respects the rights of women and childrenAnd does not make everyone slave...

I love your round head,the brilliant green,the watching blue,these letters,this world, you.I am very, very hungry.

I just sit where I’m put, composedof stone and wishful thinking:that the deity who kills for pleasurewill also heal,that in the midst of your nightmare,the final one, a kind lionwill come with bandages in her...

Ahora que no te escribo cuando me voy.Ahora que estoy más vivo de lo que estoy.Ahora que nada es urgente, que todo es presente, que hay pan para hoy.Ahora que no te pido lo que...

Solace of Silencesurreal synapsesof a melancholy dronea dream per chanceshe dared not be alone…

I listen to the rainfall, my words wanna flow!Droplets run down the wall,where do they go?Letters in the raw,mesh together for the show!

You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Bombs on my backpack lunchbox full of fivestar crackers pockets loaded with rockets im gonna spit fireworks explosive rhymes connected like judas belt here comes my ride a mother rocket fly so high reach and...

The HillBreathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy we pass;Wind, sun, and earth remain, the birds sing still,When we...

Be there a picnic for the devil,an orgy for the satyr,and a wedding for the bride.

Kesalahan bukan milikmu.Tapi milikku seutuhnya.Aku yang bersalah.Karena tak mampu mengendalikan harapanku.

The words of the true poems give you more than poems, they give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, & everything else, they balance the ranks,...

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!

Obliging a lady with respect is to pay tribute to her womanhood in elevating society from her role as a daughter, sister, mother and wife.