13,976 Quotes About Poetry

How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

Meadow's Waltz...the meadow had becomeher sanctuary of spiritoffering an escape from a painno child should ever endureforeboding clouds began...

I think i should get love inked on my skin.Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

My friend says to me:But what can we do? Already giving up.To be aware is already something,I say. Consciousness rarelyleaves us unmoved. Or unmoving.And so it is with this revelationof what has been happeningto our children, all of them,and especially to our boys.The beast in so-calledcivilized manis more lethal, sinister,grotesque and cunningthan I would have believed:And what is it, anyhow, this beast?How does it manifestin every age to plague our republicfrom shadowsit projectsas light?

In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing.

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.

Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...