#poems

I recreate myself; that is my only power. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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I like poems you can tack all over with a hammer and there are no hollow places. ↗

— John Ashbery

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Most victims of my autobiographical verse are either far too polite, remarkably understanding unaware that I have written poems about them. ↗

— John Barton

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I consider my films to be poems that are all as personal as my writing and as hand-made. ↗

— James Broughton

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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

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Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough. ↗

— Thomas Lynch

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Yesterday I fell completely off the face of the earth Contemplating life, light and love in the darkness of the void Strangely it was in the dark that I found meaning for the light ↗

— Neil Leckman

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Sonnet VIII Je vis, je meurs : je me brûle et me noie, J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure ; La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure, J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie. Tout en un coup je ris et je larmoie, Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure, Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure, Tout en un coup je sèche et je verdoie. Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur, Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine. Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine, Et être en haut de mon désiré heur, Il me remet en mon premier malheur. ↗

— Louise Labé

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It's just a simple yes or no. God! Why can't you just give me an answer? Why is it so dificult for you to realise That this means everything yo me. But why should you care? It's not like you have the ability to kill me Or do you? You know that you do. So why do you pretend that everything's fine? You know that it hurts. It hurts so much every day and night, I cry myself to sleep sometimes. I guess you had no idea, How much this means to me. But you do now, So are you still going to keep me waiting? Well hard luck'cause I've given up, I've given up on you. ↗

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