“Little, It is a small measure But can you measure love?” — Luis Alexandre Ribeiro Branco Copy Share Image
“Although personal calling I sense, Who am I? even if I am, I don't know.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
Into the day as by dream I swim to the music of nourished meaning. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“If only you could see me as the Devil does: palatable & raw; chasing a chance blue moon” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“You'll find magic everywhere, even in dark, dusty corners, if you stop searching with your limited human eyes and instead feel with… — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“You crawled inside my ribs to die. Giant becomes squirrel becomes a dirt-wet girl feverishly alive.” — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“Maybe your superpower is refusing to give up, even on your weakest days when you feel you're not enough.” — Christy Ann Martine Copy Share Image
“Without the wetness of your love, the fragrance of your water, or the trickling sounds of your voice ― I shall always… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.” — Rumi Copy Share Image
“Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms… — Virginia Petrucci Copy Share Image
“We are not from here, my dear. So: Let the flames take over our bodies, ‘cause I wanna merely burn with you.… — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“I heard your whispered fantasies so clear Softly told in my ear I opened my eyes you weren't there So real my… — Astrid Brown Copy Share Image
“Wings can only fly as long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“Writing poetry is a passion, ignited by thoughts, fueled by ink. A way to travel through another mind, where souvenirs of tears… — Renee Dixon Copy Share Image
“We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers,… — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro'… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
“When Hitler marched across the Rhine To take the land of France, La dame de fer decided, ‘Let’s make the tyrant dance.’… — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“Poetry is the lighthouse of life Guiding the lost from a stormy sea. Without it's presence darkness prevails Keeping us from all… — Tom Zart Copy Share Image
“Healthy Choices Hold still Keep quiet. Get a degree to learn how to talk saying nothing. Catch a good man by being… — Janice Mirikitani Copy Share Image
“The artist’s artistic brush stroke of colour... Fractionally exists within the art canvas cover... Unaware of its existence in the art’s totality...… — Hugh Shergill Copy Share Image
“All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory, Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all… — Nishikant Copy Share Image
“In dealing with many words and different cultures every day, I have come to realize that the essence of life can be… — Soar Soaring-Words.com Copy Share Image
“the sapphire depth of my own love...startles and warms and wounds my soul.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“my dear, I have nothing to say. my heart burns like the evening sky.” — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“Have you ever loved your murderer As you were coming back from the dead?” — Jenim Dibie Copy Share Image
“We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!” — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
