#poetry

Why there isn't any drama in my life So I'll crawl on the cottonfield with a fife Why to have a dream in vain my life begs Am a house gecko, I eat flies and lay eggs My death surely doesn't yield a headline and all I'll break law by pissing on a castle's wall For my death there wouldn't be a weeping meni From the name of Lady Canning there's ledikeni One foot on heaven and one foot on hell, hanging One cannon and two cannonballs dangling. ↗

— Nabarun Bhattacharya

#poetry #anger

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank. ↗

— Langston Hughes

#desperation #drowning #poetry #suicide #death

Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight ↗

— Philippa Gregory

#poetry #humor

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have. ↗

— Kay Ryan

#poetry #humor

Enjoy yourselves. And Hap: Don't let Umber near the arrows and bows; he's liable to shoot himself in the nose." Dodd grinned and snapped the reins, and the carriage rolled away. Umber sniffed. "One of his lesser poems. Come, Hap. ↗

— P.W. Catanese

#poetry #humor

The BALLPOINT PENGUINS, black and white, Do little else but write and write. Although they've nothing much to say, They write and write it anyway.... ↗

— Jack Prelutsky

#humor #poetry #humor

[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

There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper... ↗

— Criss Jami

#building-up #compression #creativity #deaf #development

Where is my oasis? Too far from here for me to crawl with these dead legs, refusing to co-operate Hands and fingers clawing uselessly through the grains of sand... ↗

— Kiera Woodhull

#imagination #poetry #struggle #imagination

Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines. What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#imagination #poetry #imagination