#poems

I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me. ↗

— Mark Strand

#engage #i #like #me #poems

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

poems are small moments of enlightenment ↗

— Natalie Goldberg

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

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away! ↗

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#poems #love

Ourchestra: So you haven't got a drum, just beat your belly. So I haven't got a horn-I'll play my nose. So we haven't any cymbals- We'll just slap our hands together, And though there may be orchestras That sound a little better With their fancy shiny instruments That cost an awful lot- Hey, we're making music twice as good By playing what we've got! ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#humor #poems #humor

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#changes #disappear #disappearance #literature #literature-quotes

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Et nos amours Faut-il qu'il m'en souvienne La joie venait toujours après la peine Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure Les mains dans les mains restons face à face Tandis que sous Le pont de nos bras passe des éternels regards l'onde si lasse Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure l'amour s'en va comme cette eau courante L'amour s'en va Comme la vie est lente Et comme l'Espérance est violente Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passé Ni les amours reviennent Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la Seine Vienne la nuit sonne l'heure Les jours s'en vont je demeure ↗

— Guillaume Apollinaire

#men

think think think until you blink ↗

— ganeshsaidheeraj

#love #men-rights #poems #science #women

I sometimes like to tinker with poems that have failed, ones that I have sent aside. Even years afterward, I will revisit them if there is something about them that I cannot give up on. ↗

— John Barton

#aside #cannot #even #failed #give

No poems can please for long or live that are written by water drinkers. ↗

— Horace

#drinkers #live #long #please #poems