#poe

You said one day you would come back for us The ones that believed in you The ones that asked you into their hearts The ones that served you ↗

— April Nichole

#poetry #religious #faith

All my life I have been faithful to love. ↗

— Jaroslav Seifert

#poetry #faith

Don't fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that's not where dreams get accomplished. ↗

— George Watsky

#dream #dreams #drunk #george-watsky #god

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#dreams

Mystery, like faith, defies human logic. ↗

— Maureen Moss

#poetry-love-spirituality #faith

For rigorous teachers seized my youth, And purged its faith, and trimm'd its fire, Show'd me the high, white star of Truth, There bade me gaze, and there aspire. Even now their whispers pierce the gloom: What dost thou in this living tomb? ↗

— Matthew Arnold

#faith

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless. ↗

— Mahmoud Darwish

#dreams

We, all who live, have A life that is lived And another life that is thought, And the only life we have It's the one that is divided In right or wrong. ↗

— Fernando Pessoa

#duality #life #poetry #thoughts #dreams

How long your closet held a whiff of you, Long after hangers hung austere and bare. I would walk in and suddenly the true Sharp sweet sweat scent controlled the air And life was in that small still living breath. Where are you? since so much of you is here, Your unique odour quite ignoring death. My hands reach out to touch, to hold what's dear And vital in my longing empty arms. But other clothes fill up the space, your space, And scent on scent send out strange false alarms. Not of your odour there is not a trace. But something unexpected still breaks through The goneness to the presentness of you. ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#death

I started out as a poet. I've always been a poet since I was 7 or 8. And so I feel myself to be fundamentally a poet who got into writing novels. ↗

— Alice Walker

#been #feel #fundamentally #got #i