Poetry Life Quotes

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

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

I love being able to see an un-written future.

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

I don't feel strong anymoreI feel like falling to my knees.Things aren't the way they were before,They're not the way they're supposed to be.

It is something to have gazed on the constellated white, felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love. It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous in the only ways we know how.

We had the experience but missed the meaning,an approach to the meaning restores the experience

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

In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness without the relief of compassion, the voice of an exceptional poet producing exceptional work is not something the world can afford to dismiss.

what if you get most of what the eye sees?what if love came in seeds?what if we plant them and they grow trees? what if they form hearts instead of leafs?what if hate was to freeze?what if there was no honeybees?what if your heart stops when you sneeze?what if the evil uses the word please?what if we get down on our knees?what if we pray to the creator of the earth, heavens ,and seas?what if the heartless bleeds?what if the poor needs?what if the wealthy and greedy feeds?what if the illiterate reads what if hearts had keys?what if we aim for our dreams?what if we do all good deeds?what if the only brew was teas?what if we all wore white tees?what if we could accomplish some of these? WHAT IF ?

There's two ways to become a famous Poet, find that one person that knows somebody, that knows somebody, that knows somebody.Or die trying

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

I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.

I yearn to make these scars disappearAnd to forget about the past.To throw away all of my fearsAnd to be happy at last.

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