Poetry Quotes page 21

Someone must play the minor parts, Someone must hold the spear, And someone, when the music starts, Must follow in the rear. Not everyone can be the star, That shines with great white light, But some must twinkle from afar To harmonize the night.
Ruby Ingraham
OUT of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbow'd. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus, by W.E. Henley
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, --and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of --Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew -- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God
"High Flight" - John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Our cravings canno't be comforted by our creativity, although we like to think they can. A million words after writing 'Look Homeward Angel' Thomas Wolfe was still tormented. After a million notes, Beethoven was not happy, after a million brush strokes, Van Gogh cut off his ear.
John Marsden
Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
'Nothing Gold Can Stay' Robert Frost
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
Love... what is love? is it when you can't live without that person. Every kiss he gives takes your breath away. Just looking into his eyes and knowing that he feels the same way, just knowing that no matter what happens that he will always be there for you
Nichole Martinez
Chris closed his eyes. How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, but as long as Em was with him, he was at home?
Jodi Picoult, 'The Pact'
They say 'love as if you've never been hurt'....until one day...you find yourself alone and 'hurt because you've never been loved'.....
-Flint J.
Revenge is mortal but forgiveness is divine. My gift is your gift now catch it in a rhyme. Forgive me for your time but not for your mistake. My will is your will that they can not break. Many emulate but they do not try, to wash their hands from the man in which they have ties!
Evan Werrlein
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart).
ee cummings
I talk to you as to a friend
I hope that's what you've come to be
It feels as though we've made amends
Like we found a way eventually
It was you who picked the pieces up
When I was a broken soul
And then glued me back together
Returned to me what others stole.
"Sway" The Perishers
About suffering they were never wrong, the old masters: how well they understood its human position; how it takes place while someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along.
WH Auden
You and me, we used to talk Like a river underground, the sewer where we used to walk. The hole at the end empties out to the pier Where paperboats disappear Me, I try to send this note, Float it like a paper boat, But paper sinks and words are weak. I try but I don't speak Join together in the silent snow Turn our faces up to see Not endless night, but day A pier And you and me, talking.
'Sewer Walking' Joan of Arcadia
We are all the same people, with sinning hearts that make us equal
Emery "Listening to Freddie Mercury"
You're cinematic razor sharp
A welcome arrow through the heart
Under your skin feels like home
Electric shocks on aching bones
Snow Patrol "You're all I have"
Honest words are like august thirds
They just both come maybe once in a year
David Garza "Butterflies"
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
'God Bless the Broken Road' Rascal Flatts
Live life like a rhyme. One line at a time.
Eric DeSio

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