#poe

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey. ↗

— Tanya R. Liverman

#inspirational #poetry #experience

Self-love isn’t always so poetic; sometimes it’s a nice big triple back flip kick in the ass. You’ve got to call yourself on your own nonsense; on the incredibly efficient way you can be self-destructive. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#life #poetry #self-destructive #self-love #success

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#decay #english-literature #king #poetry #power

They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees? ↗

— Ruth Frances Long

#jack #jenny #poems #realm #trees

...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA') ↗

— Philip Gross

#poetry #wales #forgiveness

...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows... ↗

— John Geddes

#boughs #food #nature #poetry #sparrows

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love ↗

— Jane Austen

#poetry #food

Always open, to risk and danger, to fun and laughter; to let in life and let out love. ↗

— Dave Preston

#love #poetry #life

...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #memory #poetry-quotes #life

Mother (fragment) ...You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look at the world, to see the life at play in everything, I would have to be lonely forever. ↗

— Ted Kooser

#mothers-and-daughters #nature #poetry #life