Poetry Quotes page 16
Well, while I am a beggar I will rail,
and say, there is no sin, but to be rich.
And being rich my virtue then shall be,
To say, there is no vice but beggary.Shakespeare
Whales in the ocean sing for love And are bound by it So I will sing for you Till the end of time When nothing is left except the whales who will sing unitl they die sing until the last rose blooms until the moon shines brightly for the last time unitl the last leaf slowly falls from the trees until all is lost and nothing remains Let the world sing just like the whales who never take love for granted But cherish it forever
A lone carnival voice Sings tunes of nobody's choice, And on a vacant lot, Some one just forgot, Standing all alone, Turning on its own. Weary merry go round, Grows slowly into the ground, And faded circus acts, Sorrow broke their backs, And their sadness cries From their staring eyes. Still small children come And bring your harm of play, Spirits all alive To drive the ghosts away. Useless merry go round, Tomorrow they'll tear you down, To build the parking lot If it lives or not, It was just a toy, All it brought was joy.Peter Tork and Diane Hilderbrand
So often times it happens that we live our lives in chains and we never even know we have the key.Don Henley
Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning. I was much further out than you thought, and not waving but drowning. I was much too far out all my life, And not waving but drowning.Stevie Smith
I walked a mile with Pleasure
She chattered all the way,
But there was nothing I could learn
From all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And never a word said she;
But, oh, all the things I learned
When Sorrow walked with me.- (POEM: 'Pleasure & Sorrow')
Slow dancing on the boulevard in the quiet moments while the city's still dark Sleep walking through the summer rain in the tired spaces You could hear her name... Every word you never said echoes down your empty hallway Everything that was your world just came down...Matchbox 20
Sleep. Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them.Edgar Allan Poe
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called if "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchenThe Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
You said you didn't want to see me get hurt... So does that mean you closed your eyes when I cried?C. Yerkes
They painted up your secrets with the lies they told to you and the least they ever gave you was the most you ever knew. And you wonder where these dreams go cause the world gets in your way. What's the point in trying, no one's listening anyway.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age?
What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each lov'd one blotted from life's page
And be alone on earth as I am now.Byron
He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.Moby Dick
Violence isn't always evil, what's evil is infatuation with violence.Jim Morrison
Tempest, O Tempest Why dost thou rise From the calm seas of my heart When I look into your eyes? For time and tide May take their toll, But I'll never forget The beauty of your soul. Yet, without your love, I'm left only with pain Oh Tempest, why dost thou bring Such a cold, dark rain?
Man's rich with little, were his judgement true;
Nature is frugal, and her wants are few,
These few wants, answered bring sincere delights
But fools create themselves new appetities.Young
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.Sarah Williams
How wonderful is death, death and his brother, Sleep!Shelly
I don’t have anything, we only are, me, my experience and my way. I don’t make anything, single I go forwards, always forwards... Would you like to travel with me?
No all distance is abscence, nor all silence is forgetfulness.
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