#poetry

An educator will teach the students. An Educarer will reach the students. ↗

— Tanya R. Liverman

#inspiration #leadership #poetry #education

Nothing Stay Forever" "Nature’s first green is gold, "Her hardest hue to hold. "Her early leaf’s a flower; "But only so an hour. "Then leaf subsides to leaf. "So Eden sank to grief, "So dawn goes down today. "Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost ↗

— S.E. Hinton

#poetry #nature

The Little Boy and the Old Man Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#old-age #poetry #youth #age

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers. ↗

— Yevgeny Yevtushenko

#frontiers #ignores #like #poetry

It isn't true about the lambs. They are not meek. They are curious and wild, full of the passion of spring. They are lovable, and they are not silent when hungry. Tonight the last of the triplet lambs is piercing the quiet with its need. Its siblings are stronger and will not let it eat. I am its keeper, the farmer, its mother. I will go down to it in the dark, in the cold barn, and hold it in my arms. But it will not lie still--it is not meek. I will stand in the open doorway under the weight of watching trees and moon, and care for it as one of my own. But it will not love me--it is not meek. Drink, little one. Take what I can give you. Tonight the whole world prowls the perimeters of your life. Your anger keeps you alive-- it's your only chance. So I know what I must do after I have fed you. I will shape my mouth to the shape of the sharpest words-- even those bred in silence. I will impale with words every ear pressed upon open air. I will not be meek. You remind me of the necessity of having more hope than fear and of sounding out terrible names. I am to cry out loud like a hungry lamb, cry loud enough to waken wolves in the night. No one can be allowed to sleep. ↗

— Alice B. Fogel

#anger

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough? ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#nature #poetry #suicide #art

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. ↗

— Rumi

#poetry #rumi #art

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? E'en in Australia art thou still more hot Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May (Since that's your winter it don't mean a lot) Sometimes too bright the eye of heaven shines And bushfires start through half of New South Wales Just so, when I do see thy bosom's lines A fire consumes me and my breathing fails But thine eternal summer shall not fade This is in no way due to global warming; Nay, from thy breasts shall verses fair be made So damn compulsive they are habit-forming So long as men can read and eyes can see So long lives this, thou 34DD (Based on an idea by William Shakespeare. I'm sure he'd agree that I've improved it) ↗

— Manny Rayner

#romance #art

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#love #poetry #art

Without poets, without artists... everything would fall apart into chaos. There would be no more seasons, no more civilizations, no more thought, no more humanity, no more life even; and impotent darkness would reign forever. Poets and artists together determine the features of their age, and the future meekly conforms to their edit. ↗

— Guillaume Apollinaire

#poetry #age