#poetry

Being in prison for seven years was like being in an army that never drilled, never deployed, and only fought itself. ↗

— Raegan Butcher

#poetry #prison #social-commentary #sociology #sociology

What an incredible amount of poetry, of novels, of sociological solutions to the ills of the world! One supposes that poetry is written to enrich the spirit; that novels have been conceived at the very least, to entertain us; and even, optimistically, that sociological solutions are a guide to solving something. Viewing the situation calmly, I realized that the first (poetry) was capable of impoverishing the richest spirit, the second of boring the most joyful, the third of confusing the most lucid. ↗

— Augusto Monterroso

#sociology

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun ↗

— Saul Williams

#autumn

GATHERING LEAVES Spades take up leaves No better than spoons, And bags full of leaves Are light as balloons. I make a great noise Of rustling all day Like rabbit and deer Running away. But the mountains I raise Elude my embrace, Flowing over my arms And into my face. I may load and unload Again and again Till I fill the whole shed, And what have I then? Next to nothing for weight, And since they grew duller From contact with earth, Next to nothing for color. Next to nothing for use. But a crop is a crop, And who's to say where The harvest shall stop? ↗

— Robert Frost

#poetry #autumn

Hasta luego, hasta que me olvides! Me voy porque no tengo tiempo De hacer más preguntas al viento. ↗

— Pablo Neruda "Soliloquio en Tinieblas"

#poem #poetry #solilquio-en-tinieblas #poetry-quotes

Writing metered verse is like working in drywall construction: stilted. Writing free verse is like having a heart attack: flat lining. ↗

— Bauvard

#humor #poetry #funny

Pices : Without you I'm nothing,you're my everything Aquarius : Without you I'm lonely and unpretty,you're my happiness and beauty ↗

— patrick cruz

#beauty

Boy: Without you I'm nothing, You're my everything. Girl: Without you I'm lonely and unpretty, You're my happiness and beauty. ↗

— patrick cruz

#beauty

Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack ↗

— Nina Jean Slack

#devour #guilty #indulge #love #pleasure

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors. ↗

— Osip Mandelstam

#poetry #simile #simile