#poe

No one could say the stories were useless for as the tongue clacked five or forty fingers stitched corn was grated from the husk pathwork was pieced or the darning was done... (from 'The Storyteller Poems') ↗

— Liz Lochhead

#poetry #stories #story #dreams

Bí ann nó as táimse ag triall Ort agus má tá cuirim geasa Ort mé a shábháil ón dream a deir gur fear fuar sa spéir Thú. ↗

— Caitlín Maude

#caitlín-maude #faith #gaeilge #god #ireland

A heartbeat without anything to support A body that fears its own warmth You who hates their own reflection Are you unable to face forward anymore? ↗

— Tiffany Fulton

#dreams

Tho' you're tired and weary, still journey on, Till you come to your happy abode, Where all the love you've been dreaming of, Will be there at the end of the road. ↗

— Harry Lauder

#dreams

terucap rindu sepasang insan.. geliat sang cinta di lubuk hati.. terurai kata nan indah menawan.. gundah pun sirna dibuai si mimpi. ↗

— Toba Beta

#longing #love #poem #dreams

Foggy nights bring some comfort. He can get lost in the mist and there is no one to stare or question. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#comfort #fear #freedom #lost #poetry

Always learn poems by heart. They have to become the marrow in your bones. Like fluoride in the water, they'll make your soul impervious to the world's soft decay. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#poetry #water

Tis true my garments threadbare are, And sorry poor I seem; But inly I am richer far Than any poet's dream. For I've a hidden life no one Can ever hope to see; A sacred sanctuary none May share with me. Aloof I stand from out the strife, Within my heart a song; By virtue of my inner life I to myself belong. Against man-ruling I rebel, Yet do not fear defeat, For to my secret citadel I may retreat. Oh you who have an inner life Beyond this dismal day With wars and evil rumours rife, Go blessedly your way. Your refuge hold inviolate; Unto yourself be true, And shield serene from sordid fate The Real You. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#poetry #refuge #strength #dreams

See--two who dreamed that dream, and you were one. ↗

— Caris Brooke

#poetry #dreams

you told me once about how they used to build whole city states out of poems how everything you see here is made out of the bones of dreams how having a stiff drink with lorca meant you had to write everything down right away lately the words just won’t come ↗

— John Dorsey

#dreams