#poems

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they're doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#fiction #poems #poetry #reading #imagination

The townspeople took the prince for dead When he never returned with the dragon’s head When with her, he stayed She thought he’d be too afraid But he loved her too much instead. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#dragons #fantasy #love #lovers #poems

That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. ↗

— Jay Asher

#poems #poetry #love

I sent my words out onto the wind to paths unseen and parts unknown in hopes people will enjoy this book of poetic words I've sown ↗

— Charles Johnson

#love-poems #poetry #love

Ariette III Il pleure dans mon coeur Comme il pleut sur la ville ; Quelle est cette langueur Qui pénètre mon coeur ? Ô bruit doux de la pluie Par terre et sur les toits ! Pour un coeur qui s'ennuie, Ô le chant de la pluie ! Il pleure sans raison Dans ce coeur qui s'écoeure. Quoi ! nulle trahison ? Ce deuil est sans raison. C'est bien la pire peine De ne savoir pourquoi Sans amour et sans haine Mon coeur a tant de peine ! ↗

— Paul Verlaine

#love #poems #rain #love

Beer bottles, whiskey bottles, brown glass, green. They fell to the lawn and I'd feel serene. Adam was king to my stilted queen. ↗

— Kate Bernheimer

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Can knowledge be conveyed that isn't felt? But if transport's the problem - they tell me get a job and earn yourself an automobile-I'd rather collect my parts as I go: chair, desk, house and crankshaft Shakespeare. Generator boy, Paul, love is carried if it's held. ↗

— Lorine Niedecker

#love

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns... ↗

— John Geddes

#monks #nuns #poems #love

I uttered his name like a silent whisper of the falling rain - saying love is his game as the cool breeze sets in."- Elizabeth's Shorter Poems ↗

— Elizabeth E. Castillo

#love #short-poems #whisper #love

Chanson d’automne Les sanglots longs Des violons De l’automne Blessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l’heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ; Et je m’en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m’emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte. ↗

— Paul Verlaine

#men