Poetry Quotes page 13

Golden brown texture like sun, Lays me down with my mind she runs. Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last, On her ship tied to the mast. To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress, Through the ages she's heading west. From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown
The Stranglers, Golden Brown
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie.
Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes
You said, "Tonight is a wonderful night to die." I asked, how could you tell? And you told me to look at the sky. "Look at all those stars. Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are."
Alkaline Trio
We'll dance like we know what we're doing in this world, and we'll talk like we have an idea of who we are, and we'll listen like there's something we haven't already learned, and we'll smile like there's something to be happy about, and we'll hold hands and walk off like there's nothing to leave behind.
Shelby Sifers
They say that I am strong From watching a loved one die They say that I am strong For telling truth instead of lie They say that I am strong I watched a marriage fall apart They say that I am strong For living with a burdened heart They say that I am strong But they're wrong in what they speak For I hide from what I've witnessed And that has made me weak
Courtney Walton
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed, because I can't read your rolling eyes.
Chris Carrabba
Sir, I admit to your general rule that every poet is a fool. But you yourself may serve to show it that not every fool is a poet.
Alexander Pope
All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.
Animal Farm By: George Orwell
The sky
Scorched by the sun,
Fecund tears.

But the forest
Wounded by the wind,
Dead leaves.

Why so wintery?
Yet to come, and the fall of
Glorious autumn.

If I could use words
Like falling leaves,
What a bonfire
My poems would make!
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
"If You Tolerate This" by Manic Street Preachers
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
"How I wish you were here" by Pink Floyd
If I were a tear in your eye, I'd roll down your cheek & die in your lap and if you were a tear in my eye, I'd never cry for the fear of losing you.
When silence and lust mingle, only the deaf can intercede.
In the visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken hearted.
A Dream, Edgar Allen Poe
Romeo wants Juliet as the filings want the magnet; and if no obstacles intervene he moves toward her by as straight a line as they. But Romeo and Juliet, if a wall be built between them, do not remain idiotically pressing their faces agianst the opposite sides like the magnet and the filings. Romeo soon find a circuitous way, by scaling the wall or otherwise, of touching Juliet's lips directly. With the filings the path is fixed; whether it reaches the end depends on accidents. With the lover it is the end which is fixed, the path may be modified indefinitely.
William James
Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside
And I am waiting for the telephone to tell me I'm alive
Well, I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you
It's getting cold in California I guess I'll be leaving soon
Daylight fading, come and waste another year
All the anger and the elequence are bleeding into fear
Moonlight creeping around the corners of our lawn
When we see the early signs that daylight's fading
We leave just before it's gone...
A broken Heart can never be fixed, just broken again.
We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and the shakers Of the world forever, it seems.
Arthur O' Shaughnessy
Don't confront me with my failures, I have not forgotten them.
Jackson Browne,

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