386 Quotes About Poetic

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

Your personality should be described in poem not in paragraph.

Deep inside, all of us have philosophical and poetic notions, which we keep trying to express, but are unable to do so.

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

Know me," Ven said as he drove knife after knife into the spirit's body, "for I am death to all oathbreakers, promise renders, and betrayers. Know me, for I am the last sunset, the night without dawn, the winter without spring. I am pain to your pleasure, silence to your shout, stillness to your speed. I hunt death.

Know me, for I am death to all oath breaker, promise renders, and betrayers. Know me, for I am the last sunset, the night without the dawn, the winter without spring. I am pain to your pleasure, silence to your shout, stillness to your speed. I hunt death.

My love to you is like a wildflower.When you broadly smile, it opens its petals,Spreads its fragrance d’amour in every heart.draws smiling shades on the ground,of you and me.

One of the masked women imitates the sounds she hears and the ubiquitous tune, as she sways and runs her hand through her hair.A rutting mare, a slender block of ice, warm for others but not for herself, she seems to be split in two: fire from the waist down, straight lines above.Growing more sensual by the minute, more labile and smiling, her mask redder, flame is her nest, the flash of her eyes stony gray.

With skin dressed only in moonlight, she beckons you to her secret garden.