Top Poems On Life Quotes

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

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost MyselfOn a twilight road, I met a young man with my face. A denizen of some distant dust devil in drifter denim. We stood and eyed each other, then, with a look of mutual disdain, we parted.

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 w...

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.

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

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 i...