#poe

If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie, Life would be delight,-- But things couldn't go right For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true, There might be some sense But I'd be in suspense For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee Things would seem fair,-- Yet they'd all despair, For if here was there We wouldn't be we. ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#life

I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with dedicating my life to failing to sate it... He’s never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme. ↗

— Ann Aguirre

#romance #life

Be generous with your smile and try not to frown. And you will see my children; your smile will never let you down ☺ ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#education #educational #humorous #poetry #wisdom

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? ↗

— William Blake

#poetry #education

The aim of writing poetry is to enable readers a little better to enjoy life or a little better to endure it. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#life

Poetry is a life-cherishing force. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#life

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. ↗

— Denise Levertov

#poetry #life

I don't feel strong anymore I feel like falling to my knees. Things aren't the way they were before, They're not the way they're supposed to be. ↗

— Atarah L. Poling

#poetry #poetry-life #life

I held this girl in my arms She wrapped her tiny fingers around mine. It was then that I realized. She was the fusion. The glue. The cement that bound all my pieces together. The piece that seals my puzzle. The piece that completes my life. The element that makes me who I am. Who I was. Who I'll one day be. You, baby girl. You're my final piece. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#layken-cooper #my-final-piece #slam-poetry #will-cooper #life

If the colour of life turns grey turn the palette the other way ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

#humour #philosophical #poetry-quotes #life