Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the...

… paint in blue and black…sometimes gray – the colors of night – occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet …

we want it visibleto showwhen even the most visible joywill reveal itselfonly when we havetransformed it within.there’s nowhere, my love, the world can existexpect within.

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.

I clearly understand, first, that the real human being is a poet and, second, that [the tyrant] is the incarnate negation of a poet.

KISS, n. A word invented by the poets as a rhyme for “”bliss.”” It is supposed to signify, in a general way, some kind of rite or ceremony appertaining to a good understanding; but the...

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

He hoped and feared,’ continued Solon, in a low. mournful voice; ‘but at times he was very miserable, because he did not think it possible that so much happiness was reserved for him as the...

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

As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the Neolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth,...

True poetry is composed of metaphors and symbols which are born in the heart, rise like clouds, and assume a celestial form; verses formed otherwise are not poetry, but only artificial words, each of which...

I have indeed lived and worked to my taste either in art or science. What more could a man desire? Knowledge has always been my goal. There is much that I shall leave behind undone…but...

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

One’s-Self I Sing One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for...

If the power of love is in your heart then dance away to a universe beyond the stars.

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn’t true!

All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the truest poets must be truthful.

There is also a fable told by Phaedrus, about how Simonides was once a victim of shipwreck. As the other passengers scurried about the sinking ship trying to save their possessions, the poet stood idle....

everybody loves a poeta poet loves everybody

If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.

I am a poet in deeds–not often in words.

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

Poetry lets me pour out my various emotions even the suppressed ones we didn’t know exist inside us’ til the moment you start jotting down what you’re feeling. It’s more than an escape into the...

poems are small moments of enlightenment

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

There were poets before Homer.

Poetry is not an art, it’s a symptom.

I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I’m sweep into darkness in my search for the light.

Dance is the ritual of immortality

For if it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash to stand on one foot on top of St. Paul’s, it is still...

Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good.

You are not your poetry. Your self-esteem shouldn’t depend on whether you publish, or whether some editor or writer you admire thinks you’re any good.

Beneath it allI kept faith with Ithaca, travelled,Travelled and travelled,Suffering much, enjoying a little;Met strange people singingNew myths; made myths myself.But this lion of the seaSalt-maned, scaly, wondrous of tail,Touched with power, insistentOn this brief...

Enjoy a life of poverty. Become a poet.

Tom prilikom Kafka mi reče: “Vi opisujete pesnika kao nekog čudesno velikog čoveka čije noge su na zemlji dok mu glava nestaje u oblacima. To je, prirodno, sasvim uobičajena slika u okviru malograđanskih konvencionalnih predstava....

Where is Philosophy sleeping this saturday afternoon? Are the philosophers already dead? Are the poets gone from the planet? I look through the window and all I see are advertisments.

Echo of the waves appears in the sky, their lights reflected in your eyes. I’m back in our world and happy again. The sound of your voice, compassionate embrace… The power in your touch, serenity...

…you called me poet-priest – I am. …devoted to my art, faithful to you…or, is the other way around?…

for sometime now I have believed that it is our own force, all our own force that is still too great for us. It is true that we do not know it; but is it...

You don’t have to be a poet to express you feelings to her, just say whats in your mind and she will relate.

Every style of dance is a tribute to the elements of the spirit.

How to be a Poet (to remind myself)Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend upon affection, reading, knowledge, skill-more of each than you have-inspiration work, growing older, patience, for...

you and i live in societieswhere our behaviourand the systems, policies and practicesthat rule usare set up to treatsome better than others.because of how much moneythey seem to have.

Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.

Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

To be a poet is a love affair, not a desire to dare.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

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...

Legend has it that while drinking wine in a boat on the river, [8th century Chinese poet Li Po] tried to grab the moon’s reflection on the surface and tumbled in, which is probably the...