Poetry Life Quotes

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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

Roman Payne
“The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God.”
Roman Payne

Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.”
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata of Happiness

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

“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

Joko Pinurbo
“Sesungguhnya aku ini seorang penganggur.
Aku lebih banyak bingung dan menyibukkan diri dengan perkara-perkara remeh
hanya untuk menjaga penampilanku di hadapanMu.
Joko Pinurbo

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

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

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 Muller

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

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

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

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 Brown

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

“To live in the moment... is the only
footprint one must follow..”
Oglala Lakota- Hinhan Wakangli

Kelli Russell Agodon
“When someone says the world is mostly water,
I say, And poets.”
Kelli Russell Agodon, Dialogues with Rising Tides

“Chimes at the Edge of Hearing (2011)

Chimes in the heavens sound so fine,
Whither does it go; how it chimes the time.
Tumultuous river of colored tinselly sounds,
Their music brasses forth, it has no bounds.

Tinkle clackle tinke koo,
How infinite the melody with notes so few.
Chimes clanging silent at the edge of hearing,
Does it not sound so jingly and endearing?

Klankle ping chinkle cree,
Quite the sound of discordant harmony.
Pakkle kikkle ringly kat,
Chimes echo out; they drift cackling back.

A cacophony of clingles, pims and tinkle-ets,
Chimes shinkle loud at the crescendo of their octets.
Pakickle tamtankle jjingling kites,
They fly into darkness on the clatter of midnight.

Chimes symphonic at the coming black storm,
Upon the shrieks their shimmering rrrings are born.
Sounds and silences; the glistening chimes adorn,
Haunting images of sounds so distant and forlorned.

Cymbal they together; the sound of crackly glass,
They remind of the times and rattles of the past.
Metals on metals trinklelink clapping down the time,
Their clittering rhythms broke, raw and refined.

Concerto of jangles jinkles and dings,
See their sound, how pleasant they dream.
Off they go, winds klickle on smooth breeze,
And chinkle and pinkle through my melodic tree.

douglas laurent

“It closed me round, the blessed silence, made up of all the peaceful sounds of night; the whisper of sea on the shingle, the breeze in the bracken, the rustle of some creature in the grass, a splash from the tide's edge, and a movement among the rise and fall of the sea tangle, dark in the dark.”
Mary Stewart

Mala Naidoo
“Poetry, a soul laid bare
unguarded among life’s brambles - lost and found in an unending moment.”
Mala Naidoo

Mala Naidoo
“Poetry strums the song of the soul”
Mala Naidoo

Nanette L. Avery
“If you can't make rhyme or reason out of the world, put a little poetry into your life.”
Nanette L. Avery

Elle Michelle
“you were so unsuspecting but when i unwrapped you i found a golden ticket”
Elle Michelle, hunger thirst nourish: poems

Elle Michelle
“make a mess because without the mess we'd never have the feast”
Elle Michelle, hunger thirst nourish: poems

Elle Michelle
“i hope our love soaks for awhile in the milk of this life so we can drink up the sugary goodness at the end”
Elle Michelle, hunger thirst nourish: poems

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