#poe

...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memories #nothingness #poetry-quotes #tendrils

He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted you to know. Because look at how much you've done in me. ↗

— Mikl Paul

#poetry #prose-poetry #love

We of the fatherless tribe love men differently. ↗

— Gina Loring

#love

In the front yard lives the oldest thing around, a white oak That I used to say is my love for the world, That I now would just call love as it is. Belonging to nobody, no metaphor, the very. ↗

— Coleman Barks

#nature #poetry #spirituality #love

She is as calm as the wind in the summer, and my favorite chapter, this is love I have captured and it is as strong as the Earth's Structure. My dear, i'm your's from now till forever. ↗

— Steve. N. Gomes

#heartwarming #love #poem #love

It nods and curtseys and recovers When the wind blows above, The nettle on the graves of lovers That hanged themselves for love. The nettle nods, the wind blows over, The man, he does not move, The lover of the grave, the lover That hanged himself for love. ↗

— A.E. Housman

#love

I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar! ↗

— Margarita Engle

#love

My whole being is a dark chant that will carry you perpetuating you to the dawn of eternal growths and blossomings in this chant I sighed you, oh in this chant, I grafted you to the tree, to the water, to the fire. ↗

— فروغ فرخزاد

#forugh-farrokhzad #infatuation #iran #love #passion

I wake to sleep and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going whereI have to go.....Great Nature has another thing to do To you and me, so take the lively air, And, lovely, learn by going where to go. ↗

— Theodore Roethke

#theodore-roethke #love

Remember Rio de Janeiro, the size of God’s hand, sardines fleshed-open at the market, the way I entered you and moved inside? Looking down, is this the kind of density you can live with? What is the slightness of our bodies to stay, to be good at loving a second time? My mouth pretends it is an oar when it lives inside your mouth, but you are far away. ↗

— Stacie Cassarino

#stacie-cassarino #love