70 Quotes About Prose-poetry
- Author Lang Leav
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I look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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- Author Lang Leav
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I understand that I am both the architect and the tenant of my destruction. I can feel it so acutely like an ache in my chest, knowing ultimately that I am locked into a chain of events that I cannot stop, an outcome I cannot alter, feeling at once helpless yet hopelessly awed by the power of my part in this beautiful, brutal expression of the Universe.
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- Author Danabelle Gutierrez
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And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
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- Author Danabelle Gutierrez
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Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.
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- Author Mikl Paul
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Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant.
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- Author Mikl Paul
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I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you.
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- Author H. Nix
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The Earth forgets sweetness, it prefers the war and trickery. But it is believed that ornate rebellion rises from the ocean, granting confidence and fervor to those prone to avidity. May we forever let the appetite for splendor and honey inspire us to be greater. To sing louder. To love sweeter.
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- Author Douglas Laurent
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Yellow Hand Running Epic Poem(The 'Halla # 5)Kari, the ValkyrieYellow Hand Running Epic PoemDon't you lie to me you damned ghost. I can see right through you.--Kari, the ValkyrieChapter Double Nought Zero
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- Author Charles Baudelaire
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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 window lighted by a single candle. What one can see out in the sunlight is always less interesting than what goes on behind a windowpane. In that black or luminous square life lives, life dreams, life suffers.
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