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
Poets make the best topographers.
W.G. HoskinsMots clés poets observation landscape topography
Although Poets are vain and ambitious, their vanity and ambition are of the purest kind attainable in this world. They are ambitious to be accepted for what they altimately are as revealed in their poetry.
Stephen SpenderMots clés poets
The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years.
AberjhaniMots clés poetry literature creativity poets authorship poem-in-your-pocket-day national-poetry-month world-poetry-day literary-inspiration poets-and-poetry world-poetry-movement
The life we’re given is on a thread, so wear it well.
Benny BellamacinaMots clés wisdom life poetry poets philosophical authors
but love is not fashionable anymore, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about it that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent. I remember myself once-but no matter now. Romance is a thing of the past.
Oscar WildeKeep a journal, and don't assume that your work has to accomplish anything worthy: artists and peace-workers are in it for the long haul, and not to be judged by immediate results.
William StaffordMots clés poets
The little poets sing of little things:
Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings;
Lovers who kissed and then were made as one,
And modest flowers waving in the sun.
The mighty poets write in blood and tears
And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears.
They reach their mad blind hands into the night,
To plumb abysses dead to human sight;
To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled,
Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world.
MUSINGS
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Mots clés poets monsters nightmare jack-kirby
Between roars the lion purrs.
William StaffordMots clés poets
Golf is a worrier's game, inward, concentrated, a matter of inches, invented by the same people who gave us Presbyterianism.
Robert HassMots clés poets
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