poetry-quotes

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

I__ looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem 'Looking For You

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity.

In my errant life I roamedTo learn the secrets of women and men,Of gods and dreams.I've known all the countries of our world,I've lived a thousand lives:Many lives I lived in love, Other lives I squandered.For in my life I never traveled, All I did was wander.

No matter who__ looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

The sacred stillness of your brilliant hearthas as the myriad wonders masqueraded.But if you knew this secret from the start,then you'd have quit this Game before you played it.

There is a defect in usas human beingsbecause we think ourselvesa fortress, a mountain, unbreakablebut at the centerin that stillness of beingthere is a chasmof lovewhich echoes hope, compassion, empathytry again, it saysand though the fault lines are full of darknesswe are held together bythe optimism and foolishness of a single spark

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

You may be a poet and not even know it.

...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

You'd think hindsight would do us some goodBut all it does sometimesIs add glass to the kaleidoscope