You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
Madeleine L'EngleMots clés poetry-life
Нет такой формы банальности, которую нельзя без труда превратить в пятистопный ямб. Если человек научился считать до десяти, ему не сложно начать новую строку с каждого одиннадцатого слога или отбивать каждый второй слог с ударением.
Ezra PoundMots clés poetry-life
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
Jess C. ScottMots clés humor individuality wisdom imagination life truth honesty friendship love reality boys passion music poetry romance youth sex humour technology relationships self funny poem poets emotion culture poet novel body desire boy poems young cool poetry-life boyfriend
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.
AberjhaniMots clés life politics books pain poetry compassion writing literature spirituality human-condition leadership poet poems poem-in-your-pocket-day poetry-life national-poetry-month religions human-rights-day aberjhani global-village world-poetry-day poets-and-poetry national-history-day famous-poets quotes-about-poetry quotes-about-poets celebrated-poets modern-poets unknown-poets world-communities
Contemporary poets got so obscure that poetry kind of fell out of favor,
Paul RuffinMots clés poetry writing poetry-life
My poetry lives in the spaces of time, in between time, in time out. It is not a constant vibe; I catch it like the incoming tide, going out again. It will not let me say what I want to say for words cannot be woven together to express me that way. My words have learned to be patient for nothing. Now is my time out.
Tonny K. BrownMots clés poetry-life
Each in His Own Tongue
A fire mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jellyfish and a saurian,
And caves where the cave men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod —
Some call it Evolution,
And others call it God.
A haze on the far horizon,
The infinite, tender sky,
The ripe, rich tint of the cornfields,
And the wild geese sailing high;
And all over upland and lowland
The charm of the goldenrod —
Some of us call it Autumn,
And others call it God.
Like tides on a crescent sea beach,
When the moon is new and thin,
Into our hearts high yearnings
Come welling and surging in;
Come from the mystic ocean,
Whose rim no foot has trod —
Some of us call it Longing,
And others call it God.
A picket frozen on duty,
A mother starved for her brood,
Socrates drinking the hemlock,
And Jesus on the rood;
And millions who, humble and nameless,
The straight, hard pathway plod —
Some call it Consecration,
And others call it God.
Mots clés poetry-life
This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.
Atarah L. PolingMots clés poetry poetry-life poetry-quotes poetry-of-life
What am I to do?
What is my destiny?
I have no idea, not a clue
Feeling lost and empty.
What is my dream?
What is my future?
I beg thee to listen to me,
I beg thee to answer.
Mots clés future poetry dreams destiny poetry-life poetry-quotes
I yearn to make these scars disappear
And to forget about the past.
To throw away all of my fears
And to be happy at last.
Mots clés poetry depression poetry-life poetry-quotes
Page 1 de 3.
suivant dernier » ;
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.