#poe

I want to create a seventeen-syllable word that encompasses the human condition, and then use that word to form the world’s most perfect haiku. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#humanity #life #perfection #poetry #relationships

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#poetry #life

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#longfellow #poetry #sadness #life

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#poetry #truth #life

Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#life

I walked a mile with Pleasure; She chatted all the way; But left me none the wiser For all she had to say. I walked a mile with Sorrow; And ne’er a word said she; But, oh! The things I learned from her, When Sorrow walked with me. ↗

— Robert Browning Hamilton

#poetry #experience

Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why. ↗

— Tupac Shakur

#poetry-quotes #life

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#poetry #reading #life

There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't sit still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and rove the flood, And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood, And they don't know how to rest. ↗

— Robert W. Service

#poem #rolling-stone #travels #wanderlust #life

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I loved alone. Then--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#life