#poetry

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels #bridges #contemporary-poetry #dreams #meaning

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming? ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #famous-authors #famous-poets #living #metaphysics

Life is a poem just waiting to be written, lift your pen and speak. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#life #motivational #poetry #speak #dreams

But the walls of my resolve mortared with stubbornness have been breached by circumstances I cannot handle alone. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#need #poetry #strength #yearning #dreams

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn. Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger. ↗

— Susie Clevenger

#growing #imagination #inspiration #life #poetry

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey. ↗

— Tanya R. Liverman

#inspirational #poetry #experience

Self-love isn’t always so poetic; sometimes it’s a nice big triple back flip kick in the ass. You’ve got to call yourself on your own nonsense; on the incredibly efficient way you can be self-destructive. ↗

— Steve Maraboli

#life #poetry #self-destructive #self-love #success

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#decay #english-literature #king #poetry #power

...It's not that the worm forgives the plough; it gives it no mind. (Pain occurs, in passing.) (lines 37-39 in the poem 'Fantasia on a Theme from IKEA') ↗

— Philip Gross

#poetry #wales #forgiveness

...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows... ↗

— John Geddes

#boughs #food #nature #poetry #sparrows