#poem

These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I'd be a damn' fool if they weren't. ↗

— Dylan Thomas

#damn #doubts #fool #god #i

To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet. ↗

— Franz Grillparzer

#declaim #feet #freedom #guns #like

I wrote those poems for myself, as a way of being a soldier here in this country. I didn't know the poems would travel. I didn't go to Lebanon until two years ago, but people told me that many Arabs had memorized these poems and translated them into Arabic. ↗

— June Jordan

#arabic #arabs #being #country #go

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#anticipation #dejan-stojanovic #dream #dreams #father

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

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

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

— Ruth Frances Long

#jack #jenny #poems #realm #trees

poems are small moments of enlightenment ↗

— Natalie Goldberg

#poet #poetry #poetry-life #poetry-quotes #writing