Poetry Quotes - Page 62

You broughtme your darkness& I loved youwith the radianttears of athousand suns.

Curtis Tyrone Jones

Let's fall in love and screw up our lives even more?

Tamara Stamenkovic

Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

You are a full of beautiful madness, an unreasonable reason, but you make sense in all things senseless.

Don't ignore anybody who has ignored everbody and everything for you.

Night after night on starry wingsNight lovers soared so highMiles apart, across the oceansTheir love forgot to sighIn heavenly flight’s timelessnessThat highest height treasuredInto the deepest of all bluesTheir depth of love measured.From the poem 'The Ballad of Night Lovers

But do not fall only for what can be seen,there is more than just beauty and pleasure...

Far away soul in a dreamy stateForgotten slumber seemingly latePure rhythmic love now rising higherUnclad passion our only attire

Always choose love

Be still my hand and let the words write themselves upon my heart. Be still my heart and let your pages be filled in silence.

Cristen Rodgers

I read old poems I wrote. They were all about you.

Sheen Francis Reyes

If you wake with a change of direction, deciding you hate who you've been,Remember, I loved you every yesterday as I will continue to love you then.Whomever person you become I shall worship and whatever path you pave I will follow,Because I loved you every yesterday and I will love you every tomorrow.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories,I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake’s placidityfinds life in the swans breathOnly for you...From the poem 'Only For You

Thorns with rose petals, beauty with imperfection, softness of insensibility, pain of love; duality of human nature

Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.

I fell in loveand then I became love.

Roses have thorns,’ we whine. When thorns of life entwine. Simple things can bring solace to heart-Things everyone take for granted-Like tending beds of fragile roses-with heart full of scars

While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn’t it lovely to say, “He/She suffers of Poetry?”.

Ioana-Cristina Casapu

You read between the wrong lines.

Christina Strigas

When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me.

Christina Strigas

I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.

Christina Strigas

all the parts of mei did not show youwere the onesi wanted you to notice.

Christina Strigas

I'm an open book in a closed room.

Christina Strigas

You can't break up with a soul mate.

Christina Strigas

Treat me like a rare first edition of your favourite novel.

Christina Strigas

A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you.

Christina Strigas

I think the way the sun shines on you has nothing to do with the sun but everything to do with you.

Christina Strigas

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?

I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.

I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.

Christina Strigas

The longer the silence remains untouched the longer the miscommunication creates its own stories.

Christina Strigas

I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.

Christina Strigas

You made a poet fall in love with the world.

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

N'Zuri Za Austin

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.

When twilight sleeps holding the nightIn your arms you embrace me tightRunaway hours clenched by kisses More of your love my heart misses

Love speaks toThe soulIn a languageThe brainCan’t comprehend.

Some people come into our lives and make us fall in love with our self!

Some people walk into our life and make us fall in love with our self.

Your eyes are an Ocean!

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you.

Look for mein sleepless nights,among the stars,I’ll be your guiding star...Look for mein the moments of happiness,on a green field,I’ll be your joy....

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and dived deeply into her ocean of love and that's how I saved my soul!

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!

She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul!

She loved me deeply, madly and passionately. She knew no other way!

My wife is a thief...She takes the last cookieTakes forever to get readyShe takes her time in the showerTakes all of the hot waterShe takes my favorite seat on the couchTakes the high road when I lose controlMy wife is a thief...She took my last nameTook the time to get to know me, love meShe took the back seat and let me leadTook on motherhood and the emotional toll that it bringsShe took care of me the many times that I've gotten sickTook on the pain of pregnancy so that the Jackson legacy would live onMy wife takes, and takes, and takes...I'm so proud of my perpetual thief who stole my heart and won't give it back.

Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.

Don’t despair nowyou fell in love with the maskand not what was behindit touched the chords inside your heartand made it beatand now that you have seen behind itdon’t despair

People start to lie more once they start to care less.

She is forever beautiful just like the roses.

And you look more beautiful when you blush.

There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It begins like a strange gnawing in your heart. It then spreads slowly. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling.

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