I still read Donne, particularly his love poems.
Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profound...
He pulled me close and said, "Katie, don't leave me, you're my breath, I refuse to live without you."It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I still walked away, because my name is Anne...
You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.
i would've done anything to make you happy.i think you knew that.i think this is why you knew you had to let me go.
Words I ONCE HEARD A MAN SAY OR WAS IT SOMEWHERE I READ, OR MAYBE SOMETHING I WROTE A THOUSAND TIMES IN MY MIND. YOU GOT TO FIND YOUR OWN MEANING IN THIS WORLD. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU CHANGED, YOU STI...
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.
November comesAnd November goes,With the last red berriesAnd the first white snows.With night coming early,And dawn coming late,And ice in the bucketAnd frost by the gate.The fires burnAnd the kettles...
i let you love me.i let you take care of me.i let you do things to meno one was allowed to do before.
She wrote love with her smile and magic with her eyes.
a politician is an arse uponwhich everyone has sat except a man
I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters, but I always seem to lay us out bare.Sorry for the poems.
My VoiceDreamt a dream of dreams,lucidOne word birthed another,othersStill deeper beyond time,infinite spaceOne bled into another,one dancedTwisted tight, for dear life, embraced windsDarkness, out of...
The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.
i do not know how to live tepidly.i was never built to fit in.i live by my souland my soul is insane.
I do have a funny perception of mine I'd like to share. Being basically a lifetime poet. I've had many people say "I don't like poetry" But they'll listen to song after song that rhymes on the end in...
We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart
everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--alone, waiting for the things that stay.
A Poet never denies creativity entrance.