Always write exactly what you’re feeling at the exact moment when writing something like poetry or an emotional novel. Put yourself, pour all emotions into your work…make yourself cry, feel joy if you are writing joyful things, feel lovey if it calls for it…just put your heart and soul into all that you do…then you will be a good writer when you can make whoever reads your work, feel." -Nina Jean Slack
Nina Jean SlackStichwörter: words reading poetry writing writers soul work read poem poets emotions emotion authors quote feelings feeling writer quotes thoughts poems author emo feel emotional nina
thinking: I wanna walk across water
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs
thinking: I wanna walk across water
like sound, as her skin remembers a distant
prickling, another season,
a sun and a wind that lifts her hairs
My path will weave
The way you say
There is no doubt
You'll create the way
Stichwörter: inspirational dark poem magic witch mystical wizard fairytale crystals
It takes an aeon to shift position, get comfortable, let alone
create a wave in this fishbowl full of glue.
- from the poem 'Critical Mass
Stichwörter: poem
The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars.
Stichwörter: poetry canada stars moon poem lullaby river canadian canadian-literature poc african-canadian george-elliott-clarke whylah-falls
A rural Venus, Selah rises from the
gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps
petals of water from her skin. At once,
clouds begin to sob for such beauty.
Clothing drops like leaves.
"No one makes poetry,my Mme.
Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,”
I whisper. She smiles: “We’ll shape it with
our souls.”
Desire illuminates the dark manuscript
of our skin with beetles and butterflies.
After the lightning and rain has ceased,
after the lightning and rain of lovemaking
has ceased, Selah will dive again into the
sunflower-open river.
Stichwörter: poetry canada literature poem canadian canadian-literature poc george-elliott-clarke whylah-falls woc
In school, I hated poetry - those skinny,
Malnourished poems that professors love;
The bad grammar and dirty words that catch
In the mouth like fishhooks, tear holes in speech.
Pablo, your words are rain I run through,
Grass I sleep in.
Stichwörter: poetry canada poem canadian canadian-literature african-canadian george-elliott-clarke africadia wyhlah-falls
an axiom of sorcery: If you come to know yourself
no one else can know you
Stichwörter: poem self-knowledge
Great Britain be proud, be blessed, be bold! Show the world what are you made of; show them you are made of gold not bronze. Be proud, be blessed,be bold!
Euginia HerlihyStichwörter: poem
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