Force,” they make a barber’s block,Ready to put onMeanings most strange and various, fit to shockPupils of Newton….The phrases of last century in thisLinger to play tricks—Vis viva and Vis Mortua and Vis Acceleratrix:—Those long-nebbed...

The sweetest melody that playsOn starry nights and wintry days,Most soothing to my listening earsAnd calming to beleaguering fears,I call a symphony on air―The song of sweet, still silence rare.

Doubt is unacceptable and should not enter you; it is merely evil trying to divert you and increase the difficulty of your task

I will not play at tug o’ war.I’d rather play at hug o’ war,Where everyone hugsInstead of tugs,Where everyone gigglesAnd rolls on the rug,Where everyone kisses,And everyone grins,And everyone cuddles,And everyone wins.

Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker. Come see the freak named after his deceased father. Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne. Come see the son whose name is carved...

Audience of angels descend in the ambiance reciting praises in your glory, when you wear your dance shoes, when you arrive at the stage and with every step you take beneath your feet heaven moves....

Everyone should be forcibly transplanted to another continent from their family at the age of three.

There was a warrior once who foughtAgainst man’s subtlest, mightiest foe,And more than valiant deeds he wroughtT’ effect th’ enslaver’s overthrow.But ah! how dread was his campaign,Forc’d in the wilderness to stray,Lone, hungry, stung with...

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,And for thy maintenance; commits his bodyTo painful labor, both by sea and land;To watch the night in storms,...

We thought everything would be forgotten, but I still remember yourclaws running down my back.I wonder if you still think about us,the way I do.How our legs would crash into each other in the middle...

Evet, gün geliyor bıkıyorum sendenAma İstanbul’dan bıkmak gibi bir şey bu,Git, istersen, cüzam kap bir yerlerden,Görmek istersen, nicedir, tutkunluğumu.

Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life’s goal.

We know the particular poem, not what it says that we can restate.

These aren’t still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in spite of myself I were always descending a hill, rounding a corner, stepping...

What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin...

She asks why I like her.Might as well askWhy I breathe.Maybe tomorrow I won’tBreathe or like herAnymore.Maybe tomorrow the tidesWill stop.Maybe tomorrow will bringNo more rainbows.Maybe tomorrowShe will stopAsking useless questions.

When daylight is here i dream of the night,The stars of a country sky that shine so bright.A night sky without clouds, for the moon to hide under,Revealing every twinkle and every beam, of the...

Help people.Be interested.Make a difference.Live passionately.Go comando.

Am learning every day that there are more threads to me That I have been rising and changing, rediscovering who I ambecoming who I want to be putting the broken pieces back together and becoming...

The longer a life, the challenge is not the distance between destinations, but the difficulty of travelling light. My soul’s a portmanteau packed full, one half filled with what was, the other with what is,...

a woman’s love is never conditionala man’s love is never blinda woman’s love is never careless a man’s love never leaves you behinda woman’s love is never gone a man’s love is never fara woman’s...

Don’t fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that’s not where dreams get accomplished.

Since ever the world was spinningAnd till the world shall endYou’ve your man in the beginningOr you have him in the end,But to have him from start to finishAnd neither nor borrow nor lendIs what...

Just looking at themI grow greedy, as if they werefreshly baked loaveswaiting on their shelvesto be broken open–that oneand that–and I make my choicein a mood of exalted luck,browsing among themlike a cow in sweetest...

Tonight, I won’t dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I’m drunk with love, my arms are empty.

Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation.

The stars will live for me, if not anything else

I know now that the poem in my head, the one that pushed me to the page, begged me – or dared me to be born is almost never the poem that comes out. I...

Today I write,riots with insite!Tomorrow I read,take the lead!Sometimes I sleep, health to keep!But for now I write,and got no gripe!

Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI...

the star that I was wishingthe light that I was kissingsitting back and reminiscing that night, it was missing.

Thoughts are powerfulSo be careful

The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.

The extremity of her sensitivityimpressed a richly idle princely family,of her discomfort, bothered as she had to beby the absurd softness of the ample beddings,not to mention the pillow piles aggravatingher much lamented acrophobic dis-ease.[from...

Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.

POOR ANGUSOh what do you do, poor Angus,When hunger makes you cry?”I fix myself an omelet, sir,Of fluffy clouds and sky.”Oh what do you wear, poor Angus,When winds blow down the hills?”I sew myself a...

Jag skriver inte för allaJag skriver för dejDu som fyller huvudet med drömmar och fantasiOch som krockar med verklighetens lyktstolpar om och om igenJag skriver för dejDu som tänker på livet, hur det är och...

Words of mankind limited in meaning to describe the enchantment that illuminates from aura of a dancer.

Darkness all around, smoke in between my fingers, all you have given me dear, sorrow and sadness to sing here.

The poem is called: The first glance.You were standing there Your presence changing the atmosphere.I can’t help to stare Your beauty is so rare. Watching you Is like the sunset on the ocean shore. Hearing...

Qu’y-a-t-il au sommet de la montagne ?- Le ciel.- Que dit le loup quand il hurle ?- Joie, force et solitude.- A qui s’adresse-t-il ?- A la lune.- Où va la rivière ?- Remplir la...

I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn’t see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him,...

Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a...

Why are you so scared and creeping around,taking photographs all over town,pictures in the dark that live in the light,the world is my playground too and I’ll do what I like.

and when we speak we are afraidour words will not be heardnor welcomedbut when we are silentwe are still afraidSo it is better to speakrememberingwe were never meant to survive

The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?

Wäre ich ein Zimmermann, würde ich dir ein Fenster zu meiner Seele zimmern.Wenn du hineinschauen würdest, sähest du dich selbst in der Scheibe gespiegelt.Und dann wüsstest du, dass meine Seele einSpiegelbild von deiner ist.

In times of need I call unto you Abba Father and you answer.

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.

I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.