982 Quotes About Poet

If you don't like my face, you go to God;before my own mirror, nothing seems odd.If you don't like my guts, you come to me,so I can fix myself as well as thank thee.

Why long for heaven up there we don't see,When there's heaven down here that's so lovely.Why mind the hell up there we can't fathom,When there's hell down here that's worse than Sodom.

God designed love to make the world living;so if world's dying, we know what's missing.When missing, God designed another thing:"This one is hatred-to do repairing."Oh, how the world treats hatred as beastly;yet sans hatred, who'll fight depravity?Hatred used to correct is celestial;but when used to oppress, it is bestial.

Have you been caring to all your children?Will they take you than be at old folks' den?Will they feel honored pushing your wheelchair?Will hearts break when your breath runs out of spare?

What are we?Not human without our woundsand all the constructs we have added to our lives to heal ourselves from that which still sits thereWounds.A frenemy.

When on your way home to your family, and you meet some friends who do invite thee, learn to say no, lest they’re dearer to youthan your family who’s waiting for you.When you’re running late for sales appointment, and you see fuss over an accident, don’t you get drawn in by the commotion,lest you miss out on the presentation.

She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her?I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...

It’s been said the best poets have many private works unpublished. She illuminated from within… A kind of enchanting light that comes with overcoming… She was the inspiration of poets… Not the muse that inspires what they share… But the fantasy they keep to themselves.

We all knew she needed help.But none of us knew how.And none of us could swallow our pride and just ask her what she needed.I don’t know why.Maybe we were too ashamed we didn’t know how to approach our own mother.So we let the years slip unhappily past us and hoped we would never inherit the misery embedded in her soul.But I did.And I didn’t know how to say it aloud. And I still don’t.