Poems On Life Quotes

Faith helps you to over come all the troubles,If you faith, troubles will blow out like bubbles.So let faith become your strength,As faith will help you to walk the length.

Ron Sen

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Jessica Kristie

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Jessica Kristie

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Jessica Kristie

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Jessica Kristie

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

Jessica Kristie

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Jessica Kristie

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

Jessica Kristie

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Jessica Kristie

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Jessica Kristie

When Love Was NewWhen love was newand life was young,and once we walkedin gracious sun,I never dreamt of darker days,or feared that fate had cruel ways.When life was strongand love was free,and time was onceeternity -we never planned for more or less,nor stopped to think we should digress.When love was youngand life was new,and everythingwas once our due,I never doubted what I owned,nor knew the cost was merely loaned.Now love is triedand life is old,and still my feetdrag down the road -not knowing where it all has gone,nor how much more it still goes on.But life grows newand love gets old,and this tired heartstays off the cold -not caring it compares with fools,nor wise enough to fear the rules.-Drea Damara

Drea Damara

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

Jessica Kristie

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Jessica Kristie

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Jessica Kristie

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Jessica Kristie

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Jessica Kristie

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

Jessica Kristie

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

Munia Khan

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

Charles Bukowski

She wasn’t broken.She was made up of a thousand tiny little cracks.She was always trying to keep herself glued together.But it was hard, she felt too much.No matter what she did, her emotions seeped through,sometimes in drips, other times in floods,She felt everything,the heaviness of the clouds right before rain,the rush of the subway cars as they left the station,the feeling of goodbye as she watched someone walk away,wondering if it was the last time she would see them,the feeling of a kiss lingering on her cheek for hours.She felt the loneliness of the sun as it hung in the sky,shedding light on the day,without companion.And she longed to give as much as the sun.If she could brighten someone’s day,bestow warmth were there was cold,make someone smile, give someone hope,then for a minute, an hour, maybe even a day,the cracks would fill with loveand the pain would become only a voice,reminding her that her pain was important.She knew how fragile life was, how hard,and how precious.She wanted to feel it all.

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

There lived a poet in the lands of gold,Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold,His only motive: lives to mould

Adhish Mazumder

The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.

Nithin Purple

I painted for the eyes, and wrote prose for the ears… Between those senses lay the mind and soul… I enjoyed connecting with people’s deepest thoughts, their hopes and dreams… My pen and brush were tools to achieve my artistic desired effects.

J.R. Ortiz

Just knowing that you are there and you would be thinking about me while I am thinking about you makes my heart feel serene and contented.

Avijeet Das

Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug--rain splatters on dry window pane--open journals of closed memories... tears of laughter and joy of pain... schmaltz of diametric morning.

Val Uchendu

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