poetry-quotes

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.

Real Martial Arts is Mathematics, Physics, Poetry; Meditation in Action

What you are trying to let go of...is already gone.

Give me a moment I am preparing to drawback to screamLouder than a train overhead below a railroad bridge

My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)

In the Light of your Wisdom, You Shine. In the Midst of your Truth, Your Faith is Evident. From inside your Spirit, You are Love.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.

Such is true joy__ absolute certainty,Its slow lit fuse that burns holesIn the shabby shroud of death forever.

thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies...your neck, can I Savion on it?

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

In the essence of truth lies deceit.

THREE BASIC TRUTHSThree things have a limited threshold: Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge __re boundless.Three things are needed For humanity to co-exist:Truth, peace and basic needs.Everything else -Is irrelevant.

Reality is not made of dreams, until you make them real.

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality, all that remains are the imprints of experience.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art__ euphemism__amed wilderness.

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,'Lay still, my love, I won__ be long...I must prepare my body for passion.''O, your body you give, but all else you ration.''It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene...A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...I have dreams of a trembling wench.''You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.''Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared...As our longing for love can never be cured...Our want is our way and our way is our will...We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.''If night is your love, then in dreams you__l fulfill...This love, our love, that no one can kill.'Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.

Beautiful feelings soar freely, while true care roots deeply. Real love can only bedefined by them both.