#poetry

Swirled tight, trussed, manic, most trusted. You love hills, swells, waves of sand, waves of water. You love traffic on bridges that might split in two. You love stairs leading to stairs leading to ice cream stands. Shards of pottery as good as a map. You love fractured control towers and the very broken Alaskan Way Viaduct. You love squat corner stores and barber-pole signs. You love the idea of privacy in a city of windows, the idea of light in a city of shadows. ↗

— Carol Guess

#love

…be awake to the Life that is loving you and sing your prayer, laugh your prayer, dance your prayer, run and weep and sweat your prayer, sleep your prayer, eat your prayer, paint, sculpt, hammer, and read your prayer, sweep, dig, rake, drive and hoe your prayer, garden and farm and build and clean your prayer, wash, iron, vacuum, sew, embroider and pickle your prayer, compute, touch, bend and fold but never delete or mutilate your prayer. Learn and play your prayer, work and rest your prayer, fast and feast your prayer, argue, talk, whisper, listen and shout your prayer, groan and moan and spit and sneeze your prayer, swim and hunt and cook your prayer, digest and become your prayer, release and recover your prayer, breathe your prayer, be your prayer ↗

— Alla Renee Bozarth

#prayer #praying #spirituality #life

an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love. ↗

— Nick Laird

#nick-laird #poem #poetry #the-last-saturday-in-ulster #time

In you the earth… Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I’ll clasp you like this and carry you to my mouth, but suddenly my feet touch your feet and my mouth your lips: you have grown, your shoulders rise like two hills, your breasts wander over my breast, my arm scarcely manages to encircle the thin new-moon line of your waist: in love you loosened yourself like sea water: I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#poetry #love

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o. ↗

— Lang Leav

#love #poetry #romance #love

You own me with whispers like poetry. Your mouth is a melody I memorize. ↗

— The Civil Wars

#lyrics #poetry #song #the-civil-wars #the-tip-of-my-tongue

قالَ لــي المحبــوبُ لمّا زرتُهُ - مَنْ ببابي؟ قلـتُ: بالبابِ أنَـــا قال لــي: أخطأتَ تعريفَ الهوى - حينمــا فــرّقتَ فيــه بَيْنَنَا ومضـــى عــــامٌ فلمّا جئتُـــهُ - أطرُقُ البــابَ عليـــه مُوهِنَــا قال لي: مَنْ أنتَ؟ قلتُ: انْظُرْ فما - ثَـــمّ إلّا أنتَ بالبـابِ هُنَـا قال لي: أحسـنتَ تعريفَ الهوى - وَعَــرَفتَ الـحُــب فادخُل يا أنَا ↗

— Saadi

#mystical-poetry #passion #love

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches... ↗

— John Geddes

#feelings #love #poetry #touches #love

...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #snowflakes #love

সে যখন বিদায় নিয়ে গেল, তখন নবমীর চাঁদ অস্তাচলে যায় গভীর রাতি নিঝুম চারি দিক, আকাশেতে তারা অনিমিখ, ধরণী নীরবে ঘুমায় । হাত দুটি তার ধরে দুই হাতে মুখের পানে চেয়ে সে রহিল , কাননে বকুল তরুতলে একটিও সে কথা না কহিল । অধরে প্রাণের মলিন ছায়া , চোখের জলে মলিন চাঁদের আলো , যাবার বেলা দুটি কথা বলে বনপথ দিয়ে সে চলে গেল । ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#poetry-quotes #separation #love