#poem

This world- To what may I liken it? To autumn fields lit dimly in the dusk by lightning flashes. ↗

— Yu Minamoto

#death

And here face down beneath the sun And here upon earth's noonward height To feel the always coming on The always rising of the night ↗

— Archibald MacLeish

#death #night #poem #poet #poetry

I have a rendezvous with death... I will not fail that rendezvous ↗

— Alan Seeger

#death

Of late the nights are dawning plum-blossom white. ↗

— Yosa Buson

#death

Welcome to thee, O sword of eternity! Through Buddha And through Daruma alike Thou hast cleft thy way. ↗

— Kakuzō Okakura

#japanese #poem #death

You leave behind your fine poems. You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You ascend into the Light, O Quechomitl, you leave behind the flowers and the singing and the earth. Safe journey, O friend. ↗

— Aliette de Bodard

#death #poems #beauty

Scarring smiles, hidden tears, You stand, heads bowed and revere The soul before us, burnt and torn Her faded essence, we sadly mourn And though she walked a path of lies Her spirit surely still shall rise And among her own, she can be at peace An eternal angel, she’s been released. ↗

— Amelia Mysko

#eulogy #poem #death

Dreams like a podcast, Downloading truth in my ears. They tell me cool stuff." "Apollo?" I guess, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad. He put his finger to his lips. "I'm incognito. Call me Fred." "A god named Fred? ↗

— Rick Riordan

#fred #haiku #humor #percy-jackson #poem

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#rain #trees #dreams

You sit at the edge of the world, I am in a crater that's no more. Words without letters Standing in the shadow of the door. The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard, Little fish rain from the sky. Outside the window there are soldiers, steeling themselves to die. (Refrain) Kafka sits in a chair by the shore, Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems. When your heart is closed, The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx, Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams. The drowning girl's fingers Search for the entrance stone, and more. Lifting the hem of her azure dress, She gazes -- at Kafka on the shore ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dreams