poems

Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude.Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.

the glory of the protagonist is always paid for by a lot of secondary characters

Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket.'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I am merely a character in a poem.

moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can__.

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn't true!

anyone who has no feelings for animals has a dead heart.

In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author__ life, but they move on from there. In poetry, especially confessional poetry but in other poetry as well, the poet is not writing characters so much as emotional truth wrapped in metaphor. Bam! Pow! A shot to the gut.

Don't be afraid of poetry.

I wanted to write some words you'd remember.Words so alert they'd leap from the paper,crawl up your shoulder, lie by your ears,and purr themselves to you like baby kittens,but it was rainy, so I laid there and daydreamed about you.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

Remembrance and reflection how allied!What thin partitions Sense from Thought divide!

The townspeople took the prince for deadWhen he never returned with the dragon__ headWhen with her, he stayedShe thought he__ be too afraidBut he loved her too much instead.

Poems are difficult to silence.

Once in a while i am struckall over again... by just how blue the sky appears .. on wind-played autumn mornings, blue enoughto bruise a heart.

In the boundaryless forests, there__e dancers of nude.Yet in the confines of pasture, there__ promise of food.On which is your side?_, but tarry and bide,ere you decide,in both do confide.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.