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A. E. Housman
Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.
A. E. Housman
If a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
A. E. Housman
Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
A. Jarrell Hayes
Give a poet a pen
A. R. Ammons
If we ask a vague question, such as, 'What is poetry?' we expect a vague answer, such as, 'Poetry is the music of words,' or 'Poetry is the linguistic correction of disorder.'
A. R. Ammons
The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance.
A. R. Ammons
Probably all the attention to poetry results in some value, though the attention is more often directed to lesser than to greater values.
A. R. Ammons
That's a wonderful change that's taken place, and so most poetry today is published, if not directly by the person, certainly by the enterprise of the poet himself, working with his friends.
A. R. Ammons
I am grateful for - though I can't keep up with - the flood of articles, theses, and textbooks that mean to share insight concerning the nature of poetry.
A. R. Ammons
Besides the actual reading in class of many poems, I would suggest you do two things: first, while teaching everything you can and keeping free of it, teach that poetry is a mode of discourse that differs from logical exposition.
A. R. Ammons
Once every five hundred years or so, a summary statement about poetry comes along that we can't imagine ourselves living without.
A. R. Ammons
Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed.
A. Saleh
When you write about what you dream, you become a writer.When you dream about what you write, you become haunted by a curse.
A.A. Patawaran
I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me
A.A. Patawaran
To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is no musicIs to sing where the only instrument is wordsAnd the stirring, impassioned pauses
A.A. Patawaran
I read for pleasureIn search of fictional worldsTo enrich my truths
A.D. Posey
Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.
A.E. Housman
Along the field as we came byA year ago, my love and I,The aspen over stile and stoneWas talking to itself alone.'Oh who are these that kiss and pass?A country lover and his lass;Two lovers looking to be wed;And time shall put them both to bed,But she shall lie with earth above,And he beside another love.'And sure enough beneath the treeThere walks another love with me, And overhead the aspen heavesIts rainy-sounding silver leaves;And I spell nothing in their stir,But now perhaps they speak to her,And plain for her to understandThey talk about a time at handWhen I shall sleep with clover clad,And she beside another lad.
A.E. Housman
When I Was One-And-TwentyWhen I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say,`Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away;Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.'But I was one-and-twenty No use to talk to me.When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again,`The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain;'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.'And I am two-and-twenty And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.
A.E. Housman
Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come again.- Poem XL
A.E. Housman
Therefore, since the world has stillMuch good, but much less good than ill,And while the sun and moon endureLuck's a chance, but trouble's sure,I'd face it as a wise man would,And train for ill and not for good.
A.E. Housman
With Rue My Heart Is LadenWith rue my heart is ladenFor golden friends I had,For many a rose-lipt maidenAnd many a lightfoot lad.By brooks too broad for leapingThe lightfoot boys are laid;The rose-lipt girls are sleepingIn fields where roses fade.
A.E. Housman
When the lad for longing sighs,Mute and dull of cheer and pale,If at death's own door he lies,Maiden, you can heal his ail.Lovers' ills are all to buy:The wan look, the hollow tone,The hung head, the sunken eye,You can have them for your own.Buy them, buy them: eve and mornLovers' ills are all to sell.Then you can lie down forlorn;But the lover will be well.
A.E. Samaan
LEFTISTS EAT THEIR CHILDREN: The poets, artists, and radicals are murdered first once the revolution actually comes about.
A.E. Samaan
The spoken word is ephemeral. The written word, eternal. A symphony, timeless.
A.H. Muhsin Ünlü
Sevgili Güllük;Yastık kanepenin üzerine konur. Tekme atılarak düşürülür o. Pazar günleri kuru fasulye yenir. Karşılıklı, alt alta, üst üste ve daha değişik şekillerde durulur. Islak vardır. Portakalın içi de dışı gibi portakal rengidir. Köstebeklerin uçma kabiliyeti bulunmaz. Kamyonlar yük taşırlar. Kaza olur. Kaza yaparlar. Süleyman, Çetin, Atıf, Kemal, Necdet gibi erkek isimleri; Zeynep, Burçak, Burçak ve Burçak gibi kız isimleri vardır. Patates cinsleri vardır; kızartmalık ve haşlamalık. Çeşitli ebatlarda düğün pastaları olur. Muz olur.
A.J. Jacobs
I can't help but notice that you keep writing love poetry to my wife. Well, you see, I married her, which makes her my wife. You know what you might want to try? Writing some poems about the sunset. The sunset isn't fucking married.
A.R. Ammons
Poetry leads us to the unstructured sources of our beings, to the unknown, and returns us to our rational, structured selves refreshed. Having once experienced the mystery, plenitude, contradiction, and composure of a work of art, we afterward have a built-in resistance to the slogans and propaganda of oversimplification that have often contributed to the destruction of human life. Poetry is a verbal means to a nonverbal source. It is a motion to no-motion, to the still point of contemplation and deep realization.
A.S. Byatt
Outside our small safe place flies mystery.
A.S. Byatt
Blackadder was fifty-four and had come to editing Ash out of pique. He was the son and grandson of Scottish schoolmasters. His grandfather recited poetry on firelight evenings: Marmion, Childe Harold, Ragnarok. His father sent him to Downing College in Cambridge to study under F. R. Leavis. Leavis did to Blackadder what he did to serious students; he showed him the terrible, the magnificent importance and urgency of English literature and simultaneously deprived him of any confidence in his own capacity to contribute to, or change it. The young Blackadder wrote poems, imagined Dr Leavis's comments on them, and burned them.
Aaron Neville
So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I'd like to publish it someday.
Aase Berg
Poetry is a will to put things right, an imaginary solution, a way of avoiding a catastrophe that already happened. Poetry is an escape, perhaps intelligent, perhaps idiotic, from a senile situation. It is a dialectical movement, it keeps tearing open the wounds while trying to heal them. Here we see the only acceptable path open up towards an existence worthy of human beings. Here the seriousness is unfaltering and absolute. Where it will lead no one knows.
Abbas Kiarostami
Poetry always runs away from you - it's very difficult to grasp it, and every time you read it, depending on your conditions, you will have a different grasp of it. Whereas with a novel, once you have read it, you have grasped it.
Abbas Kiarostami
In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.
Abby Rosmarin
If I believe, truly believe our soulsare meant to cross paths, in each andevery life, traversing millennia and repeatingthis sweet interaction time and time againThen what is one lifetimewhere those interactions arecut short- For the Departed
Aberjhani
Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
Aberjhani
And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies
Aberjhani
The words 'I Love You' kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
Aberjhani
Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.
Aberjhani
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion
Aberjhani
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
Aberjhani
History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.--from Past Present and Future are One
Aberjhani
If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?
Aberjhani
Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.
Aberjhani
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
Aberjhani
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
Aberjhani
This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.
Aberjhani
How many fears came between us?Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hellrained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.Horror tore this world asunder.While inside the bleeding smokeand beyond the shredded weeping fleshwe memorized tales of infinite good.--from The History Lesson
Aberjhani
The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.
Aberjhani
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
Aberjhani
With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Aberjhani
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?
Aberjhani
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
Aberjhani
A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.
Aberjhani
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
Aberjhani
In this quiet place on a quiet streetwhere no one ever finds usgently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.--from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street
Aberjhani
When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future.
Aberjhani
In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.
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 same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion
Aberjhani
Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.
Aberjhani
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
Aberjhani
The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.
Aberjhani
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion
Aberjhani
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion
Ada Limon
I am not obsessing.I am just sitting hereperforating this post-itwith a push-pin.
Adam Kirsch
Once a poet calls his myth a myth, he prevents the reader from treating it as a reality; we use the word 'myth' only for stories we ourselves cannot believe.
Adam Zagajewski
I drink from a small spring, my thirst exceeds the ocean.
Adam Zagajewski
In summer the empire of insects spreads.
Adam Zagajewski
Read for yourselves, read for the sake of your inspiration, for the sweet turmoil in your lovely head. But also read against yourselves, read for questioning and impotence, for despair and erudition, read the dry sardonic remarks of cynical philosophers like Cioran or even Carl Schmitt, read newspapers, read those who despise, dismiss or simply ignore poetry and try to understand why they do it. Read your enemies, read those who reinforce your sense of what's evolving in poetry, and also read those whose darkness or malice or madness or greatness you can't understand because only in this way will you grow, outlive yourself, and become what you are.
Adelaide Anne Procter
Our Beasts and our Thieves and our ChattelsHave weight for good or for ill;But the Poor are only His image,His presence, His word, His will; -And so Lazarus lies at our doorstepAnd Dives neglects him still.
Adelheid Manefeldt
indelible waitingl'art poetique..I will wait for the night to chase me...I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park belowThey don't see meOr know my thoughtsOr that you haven't calledBut I forgive them their indifference todayAbove me a crow cawsPerhaps he smells the crumbs on my dressOr my angerBut he flits away over the treesProbably has a homeProbably has a wifeProbably knew to callThe children leaveThe coffee in my can turns coldThe wind nips at meSome street lights flicker onBut I won't moveNot yetI will wait for the night to chase meBack where I came fromUp the empty streetTo a quiet house
Adelheid Manefeldt
I sit on a rock and watch children playingin the park belowThey don't see meOr know my thoughtsOr that you haven't calledBut I forgive them their indifference todayAbove me a crow cawsPerhaps he smells the crumbs on my dressOr my angerBut he flits away over the treesProbably has a homeProbably has a wifeProbably knew to callThe children leaveThe coffee in my can turns coldThe wind nips at meSome street lights flicker onBut I won't moveNot yetI will wait for the night to chase meBack where I came fromUp the empty streetTo a quiet house
Adeline Yen Mah
People with yuan fen are destined to like one another;Friendship develops even if a thousand miles apart.But should yuan fen be absent between two individuals,They will remain strangers despite sitting face-to-face
Adrian C. Louis
I'm at that place I grew up to leave.
Adrian C. Louis
Tears upon the dry sponge of heartdo not prove I am Promethean.
Adrian Mitchell
Most people ignore most poetry because poetry ignores most people.
Adrian Mitchell
Most people ignore most poetry because most poetry ignores most people.
Adrian Mitchell
Stadium rock and commercial rock are the opposite of what poetry needs. An audience of around 200 is ideal for poetry.
Adrian Mitchell
Written poetry is different. Best thing is to see it in performance first, then read it. Performance is more provocative.
Adrian Mitchell
I use rock and jazz and blues rhythms because I love that music. I hope my poetry has a relationship with good-time rock'n roll.
Adrianna Stepiano
Here's to the so-so-ing it.Here's to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here's to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here's to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here's to no over time.Here's to the long line to management.Here's to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here's to quitting, saying I'm through, saying I can't compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here's to art. Here's to freedom. Here's to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it's true. Here's to the next 40 years with you.Here's to the new.
Adrianna Stepiano
Here's to the so-so-ing it.Here's to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here's to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here's to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here's to no over time.Here's to the long line to management.Here's to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here's to quitting, saying I'm through, saying I can't compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here's to art. Here's to freedom. Here's to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it's true. Here's to the next 40 years with you.Here's to the new.
Adrianna Stepiano
Here's to the so-so-ing it.Here's to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here's to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here's to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here's to no over time.Here's to the long line to management.Here's to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here's to quitting, saying I'm through, saying I can't compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here's to art. Here's to freedom. Here's to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it's true. Here's to the next 40 years with you.Here's to the new.
Adrianna Stepiano
Here's to the so-so-ing it.Here's to the working since I was 14 in a smoke clouded day. Here's to saying I could stay until the forms were faxed.Here's to driving home past dark and dozing off the road.Here's to no over time.Here's to the long line to management.Here's to ALREADY DONE THAT!Here's to quitting, saying I'm through, saying I can't compete for your leftover lean cuisine. Here's to art. Here's to freedom. Here's to saying God gave me every penny and knowing it's true. Here's to the next 40 years with you.Here's to the new.
Adrienne Rich
[Poetry] is the liquid voice that can wear through stone.
Adrienne Rich
Love, our subject:we've trained it like ivy to our walls.
Adrienne Rich
the phantom of the man-who-would-understand,the lost brother, the twin ---for him did we leave our mothers,deny our sisters, over and over?did we invent him, conjure himover the charring log,nights, late, in the snowbound cabindid we dream or scry his facein the liquid embers,the man-who-would-dare-to-know-us?It was never the rapist:it was the brother, lost,the comrade/twin whose palmwould bear a lifeline like our own:decisive, arrowy,forked-lightning of insatiate desireIt was never the crude pestle, the blindramrod we were after:merely a fellow-creaturewith natural resources equal to our own.
Adrienne Rich
No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,our animal passion rooted in the city.
Adrienne Rich
The moment of change is the only poem.
Adrienne Rich
Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.
Adrienne Rich
and I ask myself and you, which of our visions will claim uswhich will we claimhow will we go on livinghow will we touch, what will we knowwhat will we say to each other.
Adrienne Rich
I choose to love this time for oncewith all my intelligence-from Splittings
Adrienne Rich
We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out of control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break isolation, show us to ourselves when we are outlawed or made invisible, remind us of beauty where no beauty seems possible, remind us kinship where all is represented as separation.(Defy the Space That Separates, The Nation, October 7, 1996)
Adrienne Rich
...you look at me like an emergency
Adrienne Rich
For now, poetry has the capacity - in its own ways and by its own means - to remind us of something we are forbidden to see.
Adrienne Rich
I touch you knowing we weren't born tomorrow,and somehow, each of us will help the other live,and somewhere, each of us must help the other die.
Aeschylus
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain
Aidan Chambers
It is not growing like a treeIn bulk, doth make Man better be;Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:A lily of a dayIs fairer far in MayAlthough it fall and die that night;It was the plant and flower of Light.In small proportions we just beauties see;And in short measures life may perfect be (Ben Jonson)
Aidan Chambers
a joy that hurts with sadnessa sadness that is pleasurablea pleasure full of terrora terror that excitesan excitement that calmsa calmness that frightens.
Aimé Césaire
ma chère penchons sur les filons géologiques (my dear let us lean on geographical veins)
Aimé Césaire
Écoutez le monde blanchorriblement las de son effort immenseses articulations rebelles craquer sous les étoiles duresses raideurs d'acier bleu transperçant la chair mystiqueécoute ses victoires proditoires trompeter ses défaitesécoute aux alibis grandioses son piètre trébuchementPitié pour nos vainquers omniscients et naïfs !
Ajay Naidu
Rap is rhythm and poetry. Hip-hop is storytelling and poetry as well.
Akanksha Wadhavkar -Author of Motivational poems for starlit souls
A flower blossoms when there is sunlight,It closes itself in the absence of light..But I am a tree..I keep expanding even at night,I blossom even in the absence of sunlight!Because I trust myself more than anything else,I rely on myself more than anybody else!Self-confidence is indeed my power,Don't forget..I am a tree..not a flower!
Akanksha Wadhavkar -Author of Motivational poems for starlit souls
This life belongs to you dear,Don't live under any fear..You are an independent soul..you can do anything,You are a free soul..you can refuse to do a particular thing..You are different from them..you are a different soul,And you cannot get dominated by any other soul!Don't be rude..be generous …be kind,But THIS IS YOUR LIFE AND NOT THEIRS..keep this in mind!
Akanksha Wadhavkar ....Author of Motivational poems for starlit souls
They say The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step'Get up and take that step!Take baby steps if you want but go for it,Wait no longer…START IT!
Akanksha Wadhavkar( Motivational poems for starlit souls)
A no hurts but a broken promise hurts more, Listening to a no is not easy but a shattered wish stabs more! Don't ever promise anything that you will not be able to give, BECAUSE THE HEART BREAKS INTO A ZILLION PIECES WHEN PEOPLE PROMISE BUT DON'T GIVE .
Akiane Kramarik
The Dreamfencekittens wait to jump into my dreamseach time I visit heaventhey jump over a dreamfencered clouds are ready for lovingas I lovemy love paints my catsour minds are somehow stuck togetheras we dream togetherof our own heavenamd after tjeu cir; i[inside my sweaterwe knit our own heavens.
Akif Kichloo
What if the poem loses?What if it never tastes victory like the intent it was written with?
Akshay Vasu
Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.
Akshay Vasu
A thing about poetry is, It takes cuts and pain to bleed words. The deeper the wound is, the more you bleed. And eventually, you will start falling in love with it. But the saddest part is, sometimes there comes a moment when you start to feel that all those wounds on your soul are not enough. And you start cutting yourself deeper, forgetting when to stop.
Alain de Botton
What we encounter in works of art and philosophy are objective versions of our own pains and struggles, evoked and defined in sound, language or image. Artists and philosophers not only show us what we have felt, they present our experiences more poignantly and intelligently than we have been able; they give shape to aspects of our lives that we recognise as our own, yet could never have understood so clearly on our own. They explain our condition to us, and thereby help us to be less lonely with, and confused by it.
Alan W. Watts
There is nothing at all that can be talked about adequately, and the whole art of poetry is to say what can't be said.
Albert Camus
As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world- and finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realized that I'd been happy, and that I was still happy. For the final consummation and for me to feel less lonely, my last wish was that there should be a crowd of spectators at my execution and that they should greet me with cries of hatred.
Albert Cohen
Un soir qu'ils étaient couchés l'un près de l'autre, comme elle lui demandait d'inventer un poème qui commencerait par je connais un beau pays, il s'exécuta sur-le-champ. Je connais un beau pays Il est de l'or et d'églantine Tout le monde s'y sourit Ah quelle aventure fine Les tigres y sont poltrons Les agneaux ont fière mine À tous les vieux vagabonds Ariane donne des tartines. Alors, elle lui baisa le la main, et il eut honte de cette admiration.
Albert Einstein
Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.
Albert Einstein
In scientific thinking are always present elements of poetry. Science and music requires a thought homogeneous.
Alberto Caeiro
Pensar incomoda como andar à chuvaQuando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.
Aldous Huxley
Only times and places, only names and ghosts.
Aldous Huxley
My soul is a pale, tenuous membrane...That was pleasing: a thin, tenuous membrane. It had the right anatomical quality. Tight blown, quivering in the blast of noisy life. It was time for him to descend from the serene empyrean of words into the actual vortex. He went down slowly. My soul is a thin, tenuous membrane...
Aldous Huxley
The world and the friends that lived in it are shadows: you alone remain real in this drowsing room.
Aldous Huxley
Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.
Aleister Crowley
Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them...
Alexander Pope
Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!
Alexander Pope
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope
A little learning is a dangerous thing.Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring;There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,and drinking largely sobers us again.
Alexander Pope
SolitudeHappy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day. Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd, sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
Alexander Pope
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.
Alexander Pope
Some who grow dull religious straight commenceAnd gain in morals what they lose in sense.
Alexander Pope
Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please,With too much spirit to be e'er at ease,With too much quickness ever to be taught,With too much thinking to have common thought:You purchase pain with all that joy can give,And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Alexander Pope
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art,To raise the genius, and to mend the heart
Alexander Pope
The Wit of Cheats, the Courage of a Whore,Are what ten thousand envy and adore:All, all look up, with reverential Awe,At crimes that 'scape, or triumph o'er the Law:While Truth, Worth, Wisdom, daily they decry-`'Nothing is sacred now but Villainy'- Epilogue to the Satires, Dialogue I
Alexander Pope
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;Thus unlamented let me die;Steal from the world, and not a stoneTell where I lie.
Alexander Pope
True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'dWhat oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd;Something whose truth convinced at sight we find,That gives us back the image of our mind.As shades more sweetly recommend the light,So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.
Alexander Pope
Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
Alexander Pope
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll,In pleasing memory of all he stole.
Alexander Pope
Yes, I am proud; I must be proud to seeMen not afraid of God afraid of me.
Alexander Pope
Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.
Alexander Pope
Oh let me live my own! and die so too! (To live and die is all I have to do:) Maintain a poet's dignity and ease, And see what friends, and read what books I please.
Alexander Pushkin
I have outlasted all desire,My dreams and I have grown apart;My grief alone is left entire,The gleamings of an empty heart.The storms of ruthless dispensationHave struck my flowery garland numb,I live in lonely desolationAnd wonder when my end will come.Thus on a naked tree-limb, blastedBy tardy winter's whistling chill,A single leaf which has outlastedIts season will be trembling still.
Alexandra Lanc
My heart is strong, I will not fail, I won't be wronged, I will prevail.
Alexandre Dumas
I began a poem in lines of one syllable. It's rather difficult, but the merit of all things lies in their difficulty. The subject matter is gallant. I'll read you the first canto; it's four hundred verses long and takes one minute.
Alexis de Tocqueville
Aristocracy naturally leads the human mind to the contemplation of the past, and fixes it there. Democracy, on the contrary, gives men a sort of instinctive distaste for what is ancient. In this respect aristocracy is far more favorable to poetry; for things commonly grow larger and more obscure as they are more remote; and, for this two-fold reason, they are better suited to the delineation of the ideal.
Alexis de Tocqueville
I have only to contemplate myself; man comes from nothing, passes through time, and disappears forever in the bosom of God. He is seen but for a moment wandering on the verge of two abysses, and then is lost.If man were wholly ignorant of himself he would have no poetry in him, for one cannot describe what one does not conceive. If he saw himself clearly, his imagination would remain idle and would have nothing to add to the picture. But the nature of man is sufficiently revealed for him to know something of himself and sufficiently veiled to leave much impenetrable darkness, a darkness in which he ever gropes, forever in vain, trying to understand himself.
Alfa H
And I find myself asking again and again.... What was it about such a beautiful man, who was able to leave such ugly scars?
Alfa H
If I had known his favorite game was mental twister, I would have suggested a movie over game night.
Alfa H
Our love is immortal. We have become a love story. I siphoned the moments from my heart and soul, and I have inked them into beautifully bound pages. We live on for another generation to try and understand how the beauty of love can turn into ugly reality.
Alfa H
You are not disposable. I know you feel that way when people choose to walk out of your life, but their emptiness causes space. And that vacant area of your life is desperately crying out for the one meant to take up residence. Let the angry tenant go. You don't want someone staying because you've begged and pleaded for their occupancy. You want the one who sees your quaking heart and says: Honey I'm home.
Alfa H
You think it's easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.
Alfa H
He said he'd never opened up to anyone... But that confiding in me, was like learning to breathe all over again. I don't know about you, but how do you turn away from that?
Alfa H
Days like today, I'm thankful for rain. My smeared mascara is... justified.
Alfa H
She knows he's not the same. He's different now. The eyes that once held too much contain nothing at all. He is colorless. Faded like sun-drenched wallpaper. The man that stands before her has no answers to her questions, and no ointment for her fears.
Alfa H
He thought she was like all the rest... that she'd be swayed by his attention and charm. But she got tired of watching him chase his own ass and dealing with his funny farm.
Alfa H
Your ability to make me feel like I was less than I was, took awhile to recover from. But after ripping my own self worth to shreds for so long, I realized that I wasn't less just because I was more than your inexperienced hands could handle.
Alfa H
Our spirits are connected honey. Wrapped in firsts of gnarled heartache. But I promise not to let go if you don't.
Alfa H
I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.
Alfa H
I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.
Alfa H
What have we become? We're strangers who used to be lovers... playing at being friends. And... how screwed up is that?
Alfa H
There are days when my imagination in my enemy. It likes to keep me company in my darkest of times and romanticizes a past that was more of a horror story than a fairytale.
Alfa H
The day she realized they were never meant to be, is the day she now calls her - Birthday.
Alfa H
We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.
Alfa H
Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you don't forget me.
Alfa H
They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright.
Alfa H
It may happen once or perhaps several times during your lifetime, but you'll meet a 'soulmate'. The bond will be instantaneous. They'll be a perfect fit for the empty indention your heart has for rent, and you'll almost think you 'wished' them into existence. One touch... and every pent-up emotion you have buried, will flood your aching heart. The magic is never more apparent that when you realize each of your souls are a perfect template of each other.
Alfa H
How do you know they aren't the one? At the first sight of total disregard for your hurt, your gut will feel uneasy. I'm reminding you to listen up.
Alfa H
My heart has been wanting to make that phone call for a long time. Maybe next year...
Alfa H
How I wish I only felt using my hands and not with my whole heart.
Alfa H
They will talk about you and it won't always be good. You won't even know them but they will critique you - and judge you - and everything you stand for. Their words will cut through your heart-strings and make you question the hopes and dreams that have gnawed your soul since birth. I warn you, because I believe your unique gift of expression needs to be shared. Resist cowering down and holding back for fear of rejection. Spread those creative wings and create. But, prepare yourself. Because naysayers are not a possibility, they are a guarantee.
Alfa H
Love does not pay attention to timetables or knock when it is convenient for you. True love shows up unexpectedly, bags fully packed, daring you to offer it a place to stay.
Alfa H
What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?
Alfa H
I wouldn't go back in time to erase you... No. I'd go back just to feel you twice. Then I'd press replay - again and again.
Alfa H
Be careful letting those decadent words roll of your tongue. A woman just might take them to heart... and immortalize them.
Alfa H
Having to explain to someone how they hurt you, always feels like an ass kicking... again.
Alfa H
Every word on every page, represents a love that captured this heart... fully, and never set it free.
Alfa H
I want you. I want you inside and out. The parts you cover with laughter. The depth you shrug off with indifference. I want you. I want you to take me to the place you've hidden your heart. I want to walk by your side on this journey. You're worth it. We're worth it. Because... I want you.
Alfa H
I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart
Alfa H
She wasn't chaos. She was more of a slow burn that caught in your heart... and then you had no choice but to engulf her all at once. She was home.
Alfa H
Trying to explain feelings that are foreign to your heart, make communication daunting, even frightful. How does one express sensations that cower in the corners, fearful they will not be accepted by their inspiration?
Alfa H
It may have been just another night to all the people I saw rushing past my left and my right... but my hand was folded within his and my soul was curved tight.
Alfa H
I write about pain so you know you're not alone. I've felt it too. I'm releasing it... in hope that you will too.
Alfa H
I'm still in love with the parts I believed to be true. All the lies that began and ended with 'I love you'.
Alfa H
He loved me, but in a lukewarm way. I needed scalding, but he loved in one temperature; tepid.
Alfa H
There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where I'm praying they'll be washed away.
Alfa H
I don't expect you to fight over me... But I do expect you to fight for me... for us.
Alfa H
Let me be clear. I applaud self love. I appreciate self value. But if you're not capable of loving another person just as much... you will never experience true love.
Alfa H
I am deep. therefore you can't wade in the kiddie pool and expect to find me. - AlfaAnd I've never wanted to drown until now. - JmStorm
Alfa H
Some people are so accepting of mediocrity, that they think that living a passion filled life is a fairytale. Prove them wrong.
Alfa H
When our eyes met, I felt your intake of breath. I knew then I wasn't alone in my feelings. You were trying to hold on to normalcy as much as me. But baby, what we felt was anything but normal. The damn planet stopped moving... and it didn't start up again until you reached out and touched me.
Alfa H
I wanted it to be you. I wanted your eyes to be locked with mine during every fear and tear experienced throughout my lifetime.
Alfa H
I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.
Alfa H
You think it's time for a new beginning. You long to start from scratch, so you seek new things - trying like hell to reinvent yourself. Out with the old and in with the world's new. But you'll never create a version of yourself that is as magical and unique as the original. So... just be you.
Alfa H
I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.
Alfa H
He pushed her so far away that when he tried to find her again... she was light years beyond his reach.
Alfa H
I had never met another who loved my mind more than my body. I could feel his curiosity finger-walk through my thoughts... intentional and hard. Absorbing me. Learning me. And as he leaned in and held my hand close to his, I heard my soul sigh... in a deep grateful breath.
Alfa H
Like yourself, just as you are. Don't look at people and measure your self love by what they project in order to make themselves happy. Take a long look. You don't want their lives anyway. You don't like anything they do, say, or portray. Why then have you been so hard on yourself? You don't deserve to be treated that way.
Alfa H
It was in the words he didn't say... that I found all the answers to my questions.
Alfa H
I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.
Alfa H
The hardest thing she ever had to do is swallow the hurt, carry the pain tucked up under her ribcage, and wait... until she birthed strength, forgiveness, and peace.
Alfa H
I was feeling a bit overwhelmed earlier. Thinking - what if it doesn't work out this time... again. And then I remembered my rebound rate is pretty damn good. It's my super power.
Alfa H
I loved him... much more than I liked him. And therein was the beginning of the end.