Look into words for the tomb of spacewhere beauties & stones & eternities untangle.(…)In them is the flood which bothers the seaand the songs which need no music.Say these words that evolve into silence,whose language...

So this is love:the Sculptor’s chisel.And stone, which in its whole lifedoes not utter a single word,suddenly sings.

A silent velvet footstep filled me, unwelcome yet so needed. You finally found my hidden shore with grains of time and ocean of the most secret secrets, violet and red; left a trail of deep...

Lollypop…the passion contained merely kissesplaced upon lips, neck and cheekthese young lovers of the castleof which our fairytale speaks…

I’d Drown For YouI opened my heart to youA complete immersionI offered my soul to youA heavenly diversion

This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end of the day I only have me and I didn’t seem to like...

But how wonderful when the tale is told,And the message that is meant for usOpens like the scents of a mountain flower!

Cherish the beauty and cherish the pain, both will give you experience and you will never be the same

She’s kind of a walking poem, she’s this perfect beauty…but at the same time very deep, very smart.

Strephon kissed me in the spring,Robin in the fall,But Colin only looked at me,And never kissed at all.Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,Robin’s lost in play,But the kiss in Colin’s eyesHaunts me night and day.

My path will weaveThe way you sayThere is no doubtYou’ll create the way

Knock! knock!who’s there?me!me who?that’s right?what’s right?meehoo!that’s what I want to know!what’s what you want to know?me who?yes, exactly!exactly what?yes, I have exactlywatt on a chain!exactly what on a chain?yes!yes what?no, exactlywatt!that’s what I want to...

Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts

When a dancer performs, melody transforms into a carriage, expressions turn into fuel and spirit experiences a journey to a magical world where every aspiration becomes a conquest.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

The world’s an incessant transformation, and to meditateis awareness, with noclinging to,no working on, the mind.It is a floating; ever-moving; ‘marvellous emptiness’.Only absorption in such a practice will release usfrom the accidents, and appetites,of life.And...

If I wrote the word flower,would it still grow like a flower?If I wrote a poem concerning a river,would the water still flow in the eyes of the reader?

Şanssız mıydık? haksızlık olur şimdi”-Dikkat! Okul Var-

I.Don’t trace out your profile–forget your side view–all that is outer stuff.II.Look for your other halfwho walks always next to youand tends to be who you aren’t.

she wasn’t veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

We can’t go back, thoughwe’re apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.

When Hitler marched across the RhineTo take the land of France,La dame de fer decided,‘Let’s make the tyrant dance.’Let him take the land and city,The hills and every flower,One thing he will never have,The elegant...

The Wolf trots to and fro,The world lies deep in snow,The raven from the birch tree flies,But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe,The roe -she is so dear, so sweet -If such a thing I...

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

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...