You caught me mid-smile
Like catching a butterfly by the wings
And told me life's mysteries
Crudely untangling secret knots
Like happiness runs and sorrow fades
Like stars that burn the brightest
Always burn too fast
And running literary fingers down my spine
You told me love was the sweetest lie
That being with the wrong one hurts more
Than believing you have lost the right
And drinking is fair, cheating a finesse
Garnering the loss of hope is a morbid test
You said the fearful never live
That an empty heart beats the strongest
You strung words together like beads
Like a runaway train
One drink short of crashing
Colliding lives unworthy of spectators
In one beautiful mess
You blew them out of your mouth
Like white smoke in the darkness
Knowing I'll listen to your breath
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Being lost, being crazy maybe, is not so bad, if you can be that way undisturbed.
A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose. ~Samuel McChord Crothers
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I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. ~Pablo Neruda
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree. He doesn't eat much and doesn't read much, but listens well and is a most gracious host. ~Astrid Alauda
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind. ~Thomas Babington Macaulay
Most painters have painted themselves. So have most poets: not so palpably indeed, but more assiduously. Some have done nothing else. ~Augustus William Hare
Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is. ~James Branch Cabell
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ~Carl Sandburg
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry"
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
~Mark Strand, "Eating Poetry"
Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. _Leonard Cohen
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting. ~Robert Frost
I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down. ~Robert Frost
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One for poetry's sake.
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