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I cast myself at him, like a fool, but he didn't see me. And then one day he noticed I was beautiful and he wanted me. He broke me off and took me with him, in his hands, and I didn't care that I was dying until I actually was. ↗

— Alice Hoffman

#poem #beauty

For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#autobiography #deepest #hazardous #part #poem

I don't expect you'll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#expect #glory #greater #hear #i

Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one ↗

— Edith Sitwell

#poems #love

I bargained with Life for a penny, And Life would pay no more, However I begged at evening When I counted my scanty store; For Life is just an employer, He gives you what you ask, But once you have set the wages, Why, you must bear the task. I worked for a menial's hire, Only to learn, dismayed, That any wage I had asked of Life, Life would have paid. ↗

— Jessie B. Rittenhouse

#hire #learning #life #philosophy #poem

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey, Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every way Thoughts and memories never end but life does one day. Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return, But those old days once gone, will never come back again, Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn, In the back of our mind and make us remember, How we used to be so crazy, In those old days… ↗

— Mehek Bassi

#breakups #destiny #expectations #fate #forget

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived. ↗

— Aberjhani

#faith #haiku #haikus #humanity #hybrids

Behold yon rough and flinty road Where youth, now youth no more, Gropes whining, seeking crumbs of loaves He cast away of yore. ↗

— Emma Ghent Curtis

#experience #poem #poetry #poets #youth