40 quotes found
“i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.”
“Every heart must have its privatebestseller book.”
“leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.”
“I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks”
“there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.”
“and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.”
“some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.”
“...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.”
“there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.”
“it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised...by beauty.”
“because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold,but just beautiful to listen to.”
“i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.”
“i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.”
“I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.”
“this heart yearns...for the salt of unsmelt airunswept thunderstorms...unknown adventures.”
“I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer.”
“we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.”
“may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.”
“i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.”
“how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.”
“how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.”
“give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.”
