#poe

Minä rakastan aurinkoa, kauneutta, se on minun osani täällä ↗

— Sappho

#love #poetry #beauty

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#poe #poetry #dreams

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels #bridges #contemporary-poetry #dreams #meaning

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #famous-authors #famous-poets #living #metaphysics

Life is a poem just waiting to be written, lift your pen and speak. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#life #motivational #poetry #speak #dreams

Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, I loiter aimlessly in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I hope to encounter A lilac-like girl Nursing her resentment A lilac-like color she has A lilac-like fragrance, A lilac-like sadness, Melancholy in the rain, Sorrowful and uncertain; She loiters aimlessly in this lonely rainy alley Holding up an oil-paper umbrella Just like me And just like me Walks silently, Apathetic, sad and disconsolate Silently she moves closer Moves closer and casts A sigh-like glance She glides by Like a dream Hazy and confused like a dream As in a dream she glides past Like a lilac spray, This girl glides past beside me; She silently moves away, moves away Up to the broken-down bamboo fence, To the end of the rainy alley. In the rains sad song, Her color vanishes Her fragrance diffuses, Even her Sigh-like glance, Lilac-like discontent Vanish. Holding up an oil-paper umbrella, alone Aimlessly walking in the long, long And lonely rainy alley, I wish for A lilac-like girl Nursing her resentment glide by. ↗

— Dai Wangshu

#poem #rain #rain-alley #umbrella #dreams

But the walls of my resolve mortared with stubbornness have been breached by circumstances I cannot handle alone. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#need #poetry #strength #yearning #dreams

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn. Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#growing #imagination #inspiration #life #poetry

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