#poetry

...yes, I wrote that for you, who can't sort out lie from lay no matter how often I explain it - crayons and perfume - you still don't get it ... ↗

— John Geddes

#lack-of-understanding #love #perfume #poetry #love

Love's night and a lamp Judged our vows: That she would love me ever And I should never leave her. Love's night and you, lamp, Witnessed the pact. Today the vow runs: "Oaths such as these, waterwords." Tonight, lamp, Witness her lying - In other arms. ↗

— Meleager

#love #poetry #love

...in India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ... ↗

— John Geddes

#handwriting #love #poetry-love #love

I versi partono da una testa e arrivano ad un’altra su una traiettoria invisibile e producono la vita impalpabile delle emozioni: graffi sull’anima prodotti da sogni lucidi che lanciano una solida gomena fra quello che siamo e quello che siamo stati, fra noi e noi a ricordarci che la via più breve, dalla testa al cuore, è sempre un’arabesco. ↗

— Barbara Frediani

#love #poetry #love

A.E.Housman' No one, not even Cambridge was to blame (Blame if you like the human situation): Heart-injured in North London, he became The Latin Scholar of his generation. Deliberately he chose the dry-as-dust, Kept tears like dirty postcards in a drawer; Food was his public love, his private lust Something to do with violence and the poor. In savage foot-notes on unjust editions He timidly attacked the life he led, And put the money of his feelings on The uncritical relations of the dead, Where only geographical divisions Parted the coarse hanged soldier from the don. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#food

He woke her then, and trembling and obedient, she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping, I saw him then depart from me. Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her? Find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him? ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#poetry #love

The spirit, my love, is stronger than laughter, stronger than the hungry panting of reckless lions that paw and shuffle underneath the canopy of bowed trees, stronger than the pace of a dying heart, that awaits to be pumped to life by episodes mothered by time, by hands of mankind, by slivers of hope hidden in the common mind. ↗

— V.S. Atbay

#spiritual-growth #love

Beloved, my ears listen for you, my lips thirst for you, my eyes search for you, and darkness brings light, but light brings truth to be fed by your sight. And when the winds of Persia blew, for a moment in time, something awakened in my fertile mind; an awareness boldly standing in my view, that my heart has always, and only, bled for you. ↗

— V.S. Atbay - Epiphany A Collection of Poems

#poetry #romance #spiritual #love

I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it. ↗

— Santosh Kalwar

#heart #inspirational #life-lessons #painful #poetry

What is the savior of the world doing among these wire fences, in all this broken glass? ↗

— Janet McAdams

#poetry #inspirational