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Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.
Dejan Stojanovic
The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Não estatize meus sentimentos. Pra seu governo, o meu estado é independente.
Renato Russo
My beloved has arrived, but rather than greeting him, All I can do is bite the corner of my apron with a blank expression- What an awkward woman am I. My heart has longed for him as hugely and openly as a full moonBut instead I narrow my eyes, and my glance to him Is sharp and narrow as the crescent moon. But then, I'm not the only one who behaves this way. My mother and my mother's mother were as silly and stumbling as I am when they were girls...Still, the love from my heart is overflowing, As bright and crimson as the heated metal in a blacksmith's forge.
Kim Dong Hwa
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
Aberjhani
On the beach, at dawn:Four small stones clearlyHugging each other.How many kinds of loveMight there be in the world,And how many formations might they makeAnd who am I everTo imagine I could knowSuch a marvelous business?When the sun brokeIt poured willingly its lightOver the stonesThat did not move, not at all,Just as, to its always generous term,It shed its light on me,My own body that loves, Equally, to hug another body.
Mary Oliver
I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young.
Peter Meinke
Show me slowly what I onlyknow the limits ofDance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen
]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray
Sappho
Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you
Caleb Warta
i do not know what it is about you that closesand opens;only something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
E.E. Cummings
Love me in actions, not in words.
Dee Dee M. Scott
I heard of a manwho says words so beautifullythat if he only speaks their namewomen give themselves to him.If I am dumb beside your bodywhile silence blossoms like tumors on our lipsit is because I hear a man climb stairsand clear his throat outside our door.
What makes us leave what we love best?What is it inside us that keeps erasing itselfWhen we need it most,That sends us into uncertainty for its own sakeAnd holds us flush there until we begin to love itAnd have to begin again?What is it within our own lives we decline to liveWhenever we find it, making our days unendurable,And nights almost visionless?I still don't know yet, but I do it.
Charles Wright
He calls me desperate (on my tombstone)I hope poetic license will allow: HUNGRY
Eli Coppola
I am the means and not the end. I am the food and not the life. Stand by yourself, as that boy has stood. I cannot save you. For poetry is a spirit; and they that would worship it must worship in spirit and in truth.
E. M. Forster
I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composureA boy trapped in a war, forced to be a soliderThe weight of the world just put on top of my shouldersBut if there's one thing I know for sureIt's that my mind has had its exposureAnd my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure
Tommy Tran
Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation.
Kelly Vang
All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.
Brandi L. Bates
Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain - and so I am
Matthew Quick