#poetry

...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #moon #pines #poetry #snow

...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion... ↗

— John Geddes

#heart #poetry-quotes-love #risk #security #self-assurance

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ... ↗

— John Geddes

#fire #jewelery #light #love #lover

Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the lovers who fail to discover a fresh blossom in every future kiss. ↗

— Jaroslav Seifert

#love #poetry #love

Amor é um fogo que arde sem se ver, é ferida que dói, e não se sente; é um contentamento descontente, é dor que desatina sem doer. É um não querer mais que bem querer; é um andar solitário entre a gente; é nunca contentar se de contente; é um cuidar que ganha em se perder. É querer estar preso por vontade; é servir a quem vence, o vencedor; é ter com quem nos mata, lealdade. Mas como causar pode seu favor nos corações humanos amizade, se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor? ↗

— Luís Vaz de Camões

#poetry #love

I'd love to give you something but what would help? ↗

— Ikkyu

#poetry #zen #love

When you can love yourself, then your heart is open to give and receive love. ↗

— Daveda Gruber

#poetrywithpassion-com #love

Oh,' said a very white body as it threw a wrist watch to the ground which broke without attracting anyone's attention, 'Oh, how can anyone not love poetry, natural machines, large white houses, the brilliance of steel, crimes and wild passions? ↗

— Robert Desnos

#passion #poetry #surrealism #love

Did the harebell loose her girdle To the lover bee, Would the bee the harebell hallow Much as formerly? ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#poetry-quotes-love #possession #love

...you are a river rock and belong in a stream - not here in this upper room sinking in my bed... ↗

— John Geddes

#love #poetry #river-rock #stream #upper-room