#poe

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry. But also, it gives birth to the opposite: to the perverse, the illicit, the absurd. ↗

— Thomas Mann

#also #beauty #birth #gives #opposite

Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#dreams

In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain. ↗

— Aberjhani

#despair #grief #national-poetry-month #pain #peace-movement

It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#poets #romance #experience

Forgive, O Lord, my little jokes on Thee And I'll forgive Thy great big one on me. ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #religion #forgiveness

If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is. ↗

— Chad Sugg

#congratulations #hope #humanity #inspiration #inspirational

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#poetry #inspirational

What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life. ↗

— Walt Whitman

#life

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth. ↗

— Anne Sexton

#love #poetry #love