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Quotes About Poetry Life

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Jess C. Scott
“Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.”
Jess C. Scott, EyeLeash: A Blog Novel

Madeleine L'Engle
“You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”
Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time: With Related Readings

Atarah L. Poling
“I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.”
Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

Atarah L. Poling
“I don't feel strong anymore
I feel like falling to my knees.
Things aren't the way they were before,
They're not the way they're supposed to be.”
Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

Atarah L. Poling
“This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.”
Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

Michael    Jones
“I love being able to see an un-written future.”
Michael Jones, Drowning Silence Poetry

Atarah L. Poling
“What am I to do?
What is my destiny?
I have no idea, not a clue
Feeling lost and empty.
What is my dream?
What is my future?
I beg thee to listen to me,
I beg thee to answer.”
Atarah L. Poling, Hidden Light

Laura Restrepo
“Todos los secretos están guardados en un mismo cajón, el cajón de los secretos, y si develas uno, corres el riesgo de que pase lo mismo con los demás.”
Laura Restrepo, Delirio

Aberjhani
“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.”
Aberjhani, The American Poet Who Went Home Again

Michael    Jones
“I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.”
Michael Jones, Drowning Silence Poetry

“Each in His Own Tongue
A fire mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jellyfish and a saurian,
And caves where the cave men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod —
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.
A haze on the far horizon,
The infinite, tender sky,
The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,
And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod —
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God.

Like tides on a crescent sea beach,
When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
Come welling and surging in;
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foot has trod —
Some of us call it Longing,
And others call it God.

A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood;
And millions who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod —
Some call it Consecration,
And others call it God.”
William Herbert Carruth

“Once a hunter met a lion near the hungry critter's lair,
and the way that lion mauled him was decidedly unfair;
but the hunter never whimpered when the surgeons, with their thread,
sewed up forty-seven gashes in his mutilated head;
and he showed the scars in triumph, and they gave him pleasant fame,
and he always blessed the lion that had camped upon his frame.
Once that hunter, absent minded, sat upon a hill of ants,
and about a million bit him, and you should have seen him dance!
And he used up lots of language of a deep magenta tint,
and apostrophized the insects in a style unfit to print.
And it's thus with worldly troubles;
when the big ones come along, we serenely go to meet them, feeling valiant, bold and strong, but the weary little worries with their poisoned stings and smarts, put the lid upon our courage, make us gray, and break our hearts.”
Walt Mason

Herta Müller
“Llevo un equipaje de silencio. Me he rodeado de un silencio tan hondo y duradero que nunca acierto a abrirme con las palabras. Cuando hablo, solamente me cierro de otra manera.”
Herta Müller

Solange nicole
“What do you do when the alienating silence deafens your 'bootless cries'?”
Solange nicole

Tonny K. Brown
“My poetry lives in the spaces of time, in between time, in time out. It is not a constant vibe; I catch it like the incoming tide, going out again. It will not let me say what I want to say for words cannot be woven together to express me that way. My words have learned to be patient for nothing. Now is my time out.”
Tonny K. Brown

Ezra Pound
“Нет такой формы банальности, которую нельзя без труда превратить в пятистопный ямб. Если человек научился считать до десяти, ему не сложно начать новую строку с каждого одиннадцатого слога или отбивать каждый второй слог с ударением.”
Ezra Pound

Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (Migjeni)
“Vuejtja

Ka do dit
që po shof fare mirë
se si nga vuejtja syt po më madhohen,
nepër ball dhe ftyrë rrudhat po më shtohen
e si buzqeshja m'asht e hidhun...
... dhe po ndij
se si mëngjeset e mia
nukjanë ma mëngjese hovi e pune,
as ndërtimi, por të shtymt dita më ditë
e një jete që s'durohet.
Dalngadalë po shof
si jeta një nga një
secilin ndjesi
me tradhti
po ma vulos
dhe s'po më mbetë asgja
që me u nda
si shej gëzimi,
përpara
nuk e dishe, ojetë,
se kaq i tmerrtë
asht grushti i yt
që mbyt
pa mëshirë.
Por kot
në pasqyrë po shof
se si nga vuejtja syt po më madhohen
nëpër ballë dhe në ftyrë rrudhat po më shtohen,
dhe shpejt do të bahem
flamur i vjetruem
i rreckuem
ndërluftat e jetës.”
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (Migjeni)

“Contemporary poets got so obscure that poetry kind of fell out of favor,”
Paul Ruffin

Paul  Travis
“Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit”
Paul Travis

Scott Hastie
“The searing light of morning
Asks unwelcome questions,
Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.”
Scott Hastie

Petro Marko
“Këmbëve

Ç'keni, o këmb', që këmba-këmbës
po gjurmoni lot e lodhje?
a s'u ngopët duke ecur
nëpër shtigjet e së nesmes?
ku e shpini n'ato ndodhje
t'ashpra kurmin që ka ngecur
përmbi ju o kërcitharë?
-Po drejtohemi në varr!...”
Petro Marko

Terry A O'Neal
“Yes, it is true that beauty is only skin deep, and internal loveliness resonates to the outside; but deep down inside every woman secretly longs to possess the allure of a royal queen.”
Terry A O'Neal

Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (Migjeni)
“Vetmia

Më plak mërzitja
që vetmia më sjell;
përbuzja, urrejtja
të gjith sendet m'i mbështjell
që kam shumë anmiq
të liq
në këto sende pa shpirt,
Nuk flasin.
As sy s'kanë.
Po mue më bahet
se aty janë
vetëm që të më plasin
zemrën.
Së paku, të më shajnë:
I mallkuem!
Së paku, të anë tallin:
I uruem!
Së paku, të më këndojnë:
-I yni zot!
Ose të më thonë:
- Jeton kot!
Të flasin, të flasin se fjalë due
në kët vetmi me ndigjue.
Ose të më tregojnë historinë
e tyne, autobiografinë:
ndoshta ty do gjej gjasim
mejeten tcme pa tingllim
që në vetmi po e kaloj -
dhe s'po dij a rroj e s'rroj.
Sendet heshtin. - sa të pamëshirë!
Më bajnë dhe mue të hesht me pahirë,
pse gojë s'kanë
dhe nuk flasin,
aty janë
vetëm të më plasin
zemrën teme që po vuen
dhe në mërzi vetveten truen.”
Millosh Gjergj Nikolla (Migjeni)

Petro Marko
“Apologjia ime (Jetes)

...Marrezi, turp turp dhe
mekate
per jeten e terbuar
se kur me ndal, o gjenerate,
qe vuan rruges ndonje nate,
me merr per te denuar
dhe, me nje ze qe vret,
ngahera me pyet:
-Ku linde, o i ri?
-O jete, linda ne shkreti!
-Ku rron dhe ku vete,
ne c'dhera e ne c'dete?!
-Cudi! C'kerkon prej meje ti
dhe si, o jete, pyet,
kurse ne varferi
me hodhe kur me gjete
te lindur nga skelete
pa drite, pa liri?
-Njeri!
Nga vete, as me thua?
-S'e di! Jo, Nuk e di!
Po lerme, o jete, c'ke me
mua?
-Dua ta di, po dua!
-Atehere, jete e krisur,
per mua mos pyet
se qysh ne n'agim kam nisur
te shkel si skllav i shkrete
mbi gjurma shprese drite...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
-O mekatar,
as faliu ligjes sime,
bindu i cmendur enderrtar,
s'jeton me shqetesime!...
-Mu thell' ne brendesire
ku ndjenja rron e lire,
ku dhembja dhemb e prekur
nga ligja jote e fuqiplote,
ne gjirin tim si hekur,
si hekur e celik,
qello,qello, o me kamxhik;
pa frik' e pa meshire
e pa pendim,
se mu ne thellesire
te shpirtit, ne nje kend,
lindi nje shqetesim
qe celi varrin tend...”
Petro Marko

“In the room the women come and go Talking of Micheal Angelo.”
T S Eliot

“Would it have been worthwhile
If one settling a pillow by her head should say:
"That is not what I meant at all
That is not it at all”
T.S.Eliot

Scott Hastie
“In this life at least,
Our fate is rarely epic.
Maybe just as well,
Impervious heroes we are not…”
Scott Hastie

Scott Hastie
“A hallowed frequency within
That, even in your darkest hour,
You can always turn to.”
Scott Hastie

“I have gone at dusk through narrow streets and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men leaning out of windows”
TS Eliot

“When lovely lady stoops to folly
And finds too late that men betray,
She brushes her hair with automatic hand
And puts a record on the gramophone.”
T S Eliot

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