#poem

Unable and crippled I am As I gaze into the vastness The vastness that harbors your praise And glories of the best of creation... If I tried to spell.. A drop of ink from your love Ma quill would burn in shame for your love match no words...ya rasoolullah! ↗

— anila aboo

#muhammaden #poem #prophet-muhammad #love

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen. ↗

— Kate Bernheimer

#drinking #love #poems #whiskey #love

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

Ahora que no te escribo cuando me voy. Ahora que estoy más vivo de lo que estoy. Ahora que nada es urgente, que todo es presente, que hay pan para hoy. Ahora que no te pido lo que me das. Ahora que no me mido con los demás. Ahora que, todos los cuentos, parecen el cuento de nunca empezar. ↗

— Joaquín Sabina

#cancion #love #poem #poesia #realidad

Chipmunks jump, and greensnakes slither. Rather burst than not be with her. Bluebirds fight, but bears are stronger. We've got fifty years or longer. Hoptoads hop, but hogs are fatter. Nothing else but Us can matter. ↗

— Donald Hall

#love-poem #love

***********NEW ENGLAND****************** Whoe'er thou art, who walkest there Where god first taught my feet to roam, Breathe but my name into the air, I am content, for that is home. A sence of color comes to me, Of baybushes that heavy lie With juniper along the sea, And the blue sea along the sky. New England is my home; t'is there I love the pagan sun and moon. T'is there I love the growing year, December and young-summer June. I'd rather love one blade of grass That grows on one New England hill, Than drain the whole world in the glass Of fortune, when the heart is still. ↗

— Philip Henry Savage

#art

... this longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem...must be you ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poem-poetry-poet #poetry-quotes #love

Can knowledge be conveyed that isn't felt? But if transport's the problem - they tell me get a job and earn yourself an automobile-I'd rather collect my parts as I go: chair, desk, house and crankshaft Shakespeare. Generator boy, Paul, love is carried if it's held. ↗

— Lorine Niedecker

#love

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns... ↗

— John Geddes

#monks #nuns #poems #love

I uttered his name like a silent whisper of the falling rain - saying love is his game as the cool breeze sets in."- Elizabeth's Shorter Poems ↗

— Elizabeth E. Castillo

#love #short-poems #whisper #love