Total found: 20
Anjum Choudhary
Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me.It was when i let you.
Anjum Choudhary
I stopped losing my sleep over you...Now i lie awakein search of me!!
Anjum Choudhary
I was lost for too longbut when i found you,i could feel it in my bones.You were my home.
Anjum Choudhary
It's okay darling,creative people are called crazyall the time.
Anjum Choudhary
Take me to your darkest cornersand watch your demonssurrender to mine..
Anjum Choudhary
Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.
Anjum Choudhary
You cannot free someonewho is caged intheir own self.
Anjum Choudhary
I am no one's to be claimed,I belong to me.
Kamand Kojouri
Poetry isn't an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn't a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn't swimming. Poetry is water.
Kamand Kojouri
All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.
Kamand Kojouri
I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities
Kamand Kojouri
A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words
Kamand Kojouri
Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.
Kamand Kojouri
These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!
Kamand Kojouri
I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.
Kamand Kojouri
Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.
Kamand Kojouri
Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.
Kamand Kojouri
I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities
Kamand Kojouri
I don't want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.
Richard L. Ratliff
Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint youOn the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tabletOf things eternal : love truth beauty happiness