Poetry Quotes page 17

My Image: As I sit here in the dust of wonder, And look as the years pass me by, I ask you, Where are the peices of my heart and soul? I seem to be unbroken, Yet I'm torn apart inside. They're right when they say I have problems, And it hurts me too. I'm not as bad as you may think, And your not as perfect as it seems.
Beth Mcgraa
*When I Grow Up* When I grow up, I wonder if people will be more afraid to cry than they are to die. Will I be able to see a rainbow in a small-filled sky. Will there be any trees left, if not how will the planet survive. Will there be a website at www.lifeairsupply.com. When I grow up, if I got bored and had nothing to do and me and my son built a canoe and water that was once blue would be so poluted it would give us the flu. Will a thousand dollars be enough for a shoe. Will I have to be like you, letting money make the decision for everything that I do. When I grow up, will the existance of dolphins and whales just be a story I tell, starting with Once upon a time and ending with where did we fail. Will adults be the hammer and nail. Will schools be next door to jails. Will the truth be illegal for sale. When I grow up, will people be on the news for anything besides killing. Will those drug dealers still be outside of my building. Will they ever learn how to love or are they still afraid of the feeling. Will tv and music videos still raise America's children. Will students go home from school in a bullet proof bus. What if children had no one to trust, that would hurt me so much and i just want to be happy, when i grow up.
I am not your rolling wheels. I am the highway I am not your carpet ride. I am the sky I am not your blowing wind. I am the lightning I am not your autumn moon. I am the night
Friendship is a chain of gold, shaped in God's all-perfect mold, each link a smile, a laugh, a tear, a touch of the hand, a world of cheer.
Helen Keller
You left me all alone in this darkened room, you left me with tears, and no lending ears, no one to run to, and no one to hold, I shut my eyes in despair alone again in this darkened lair.
Drath Poetry
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of the day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre for your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.
Walt Whitman-Leaves of Grass
As I walk thru darkness I see Death pass by, to afraid to get near me. Waiting for my time while drugs consume me. My soul on fire waiting to explode and my heart growing so ever cold. Confused and alone I wait no longer. Insanity has taken over. A madman to watch over.
Matthew R. Martinez
We, soldiers of a different sort,
We, wasters of ink and page,
We, warriors of words,
Masters of melancholy,
harlots of the pen,
We bleed these volumes,
and expect only absolution.
Jarvis Black
And if you ever tried to step in my shoes, they'd never be quite as soft as they seem.
So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two -- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Sylvia Plath
And on these boats ride the hopes of working class boys dreaming of girls from far away points. And better things, like winter flings and longing after spring has sprung. And they fly North when winter's done, and we get burned in summer's sun.
Further Seems Forever
I'll be the harmony to every lonely song you learn to play.
Nickle Creek Lyrics
A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of their heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night,
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
The Beatles song 'Blackbird'
You'll be free, child, once you have died, from the shackles of language and measurable time.
Conor Oberst aka Bright Eyes
I've seen a rich man beg and a good man sin. I've seen a tough man cry.I've seen a loser win and a sad man grin. I heard an honest man lie. I've seen the good side of bad and the downside of up and everything in between. I've licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup and smoked the finest green.
The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things. Of ships and shoes and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. Of why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.
Lewis Carol
Up in the balcony
All the Romeo's are bleeding for your hand
Blowing theater kisses
Reciting lines they don't understand.
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidate's debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it -
when you've got to choose;
Every way you look at this you lose...
Simon & Garfunkel

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