Life is a poem most people never read.
Laurence OvermireStichwörter: life poetry people read poem
What makes us leave what we love best?
What is it inside us that keeps erasing itself
When we need it most,
That sends us into uncertainty for its own sake
And holds us flush there
until we begin to love it
And have to begin again?
What is it within our own lives we decline to live
Whenever we find it,
making our days unendurable,
And nights almost visionless?
I still don't know yet, but I do it.
Stichwörter: life love poetry self living poem uncertainty
«¡No renuncies jamás a tus sueños, los cuerdos nada saben del sueño admirable de un loco!»
Charles BaudelaireStichwörter: madness poem crazy clever dreams-inspirational
Nobody really knows her
Except the chosen few
Her secrets are kept hidden
Behind that sun-kissed hue.
If I reach out to touch her
She’ll just run away
My Forever and Always
Will have to wait another day.
Stichwörter: love poem luis nikki
If I were dead, I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't be glad, because I wouldn't be.
Marcus SedgwickIf the world stops spinning, slowing to a crawl. I will continue to dream of you. Until, I no longer dream at all.
Jessica de la DaviesStichwörter: poem haiku manuel
The future belongs to all who, refusing to look back at the past move ahead with the clock as it ticks.
Odo Simon AgboStichwörter: poetry poem how-do-we-stop-the-clock
Behold yon rough and flinty road
Where youth, now youth no more,
Gropes whining, seeking crumbs of loaves
He cast away of yore.
Stichwörter: experience poetry youth poem poets ageing
Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Stichwörter: poetry philosophy death poem poets mortality pride
I bargained with Life for a penny,
and Life would pay no more,
However I begged at evening
When I counted my scanty store;
Life is a just employer.
He gives you what you ask,
But once you have set the wages,
Why, you must bear the task.
I worked for a menial's hire,
Only to learn, dismayed,
That any wage I had asked of Life,
Life would have willingly paid
Stichwörter: life learning poetry wealth philosophy poem poets ageing wages hire
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