#poetry

Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough. ↗

— Patricia MacLachlan

#poetry #words #love

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better. ↗

— Daphne Gottlieb

#passion #poetry #relationships #sex #marriage

Women who focus on style over substance usually find themselves in a big fucking hole, with other men who want to fuck the hole. Oh so smooth, and none sophistacted. Because, you know, how sophisticated can hole-fucking really be ↗

— Emilie Autumn

#naked #poetry #men

Where are you hiding my love? Each day without you will never come again. Even today you missed a sunset on the ocean, A silver shadow on yellow rocks I saved for you, A squirrel that ran across the road, A duck diving for dinner. My God! There may be nothing left to show you Save wounds and weariness And hopes grown dead, And wilted flowers I picked for you a lifetime ago, Or feeble steps that cannot run to hold you, Arms too tired to offer you to a roaring wind, A face too wrinkled to feel the ocean's spray. ↗

— James Kavanaugh

#love

Some men are born sodomites, some achieve sodomy, and some have sodomy thrust upon them... ↗

— Aleister Crowley

#satire #sodomy #men

A book, a book full of human touches, of shirts, a book without loneliness, with men and tools, a book is victory. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #men

And watch two men washing clothes, one makes dry clothes wet. The other makes wet clothes dry. they seem to be thwarting each other, but their work is a perfect harmony. Every holy person seems to have a different doctrine and practice, but there's really only one work. ↗

— Rumi

#spiritual #men

As Auden is believed to have said, no poem saved a single Jew from the gas chambers. Never mind. Write the poems anyway. Play the music in spite of that. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#art

If my like for you was a football crowd, you’d be deaf ’cause of the roar. And if my like for you was a boxer, there’d be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you was sugar, you’d lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let’s just say you’d be spending plenty. ↗

— Cath Crowley

#poetry #sweet-talk #love

There’s no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either ↗

— Robert Graves

#poets #money