poetry-quotes

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

When I write...I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

I keep my kindness in my eyes Gently folded around my iris Like a velvety, brown blanket That warms my vision I keep my shyness in my hair Tucked away into a ponytail Looking for a chance to escape On a few loose strands in the air I keep my anger on my lips Just waiting to unleash into the world But trust me; it__ never in my heart It evaporates into words I keep my dignity upon my chin Like a torch held up high For those who have betrayed me Radiating a silent, strong message I keep my gratitude in my smileA glistening waterfall in the sun Gently splashing at that personWho made me happy for some reason I keep my sensitivity in my hands Reaching out for your wet cheek Holding you, with all the love The love I want to share, and feel I keep my passion in my writing My words breathing like fire Screeching against an endless road As I continue to be inspired I keep my simplicity in my soul Spread over me like a clear sky Reflecting all that I am And all that__ ever passed me by And I hope you will look Beyond my ordinary faceMy simple, tied hairMy ordinary tastes And I hope you will see me From everyone...apart As I keep my beauty in my heart.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.

this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.

Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.

Poetry is more than just art, it__ like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.

I have a kind heart, I__ in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet__ walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart__ lies hard as rock

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

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

leave me some musicthat__ chocolate for the heart.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that it was.

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into water, into light.

And while she was fire,So fierce and so wild,I could only hope to be for her;The forests and the winds to carry her flame.