{"id":709,"date":"2015-02-19T16:34:59","date_gmt":"2015-02-19T11:04:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/abhinav.spsdarj.org\/?p=709"},"modified":"2020-07-19T01:24:29","modified_gmt":"2020-07-18T19:54:29","slug":"beautiful-poetry-quotes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/abhinavkr.com\/musings\/2015\/02\/beautiful-poetry-quotes\/","title":{"rendered":"Beautiful Poetry Quotes"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

“To my Dear and Loving husband”<\/strong>
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever[e]
That when we live no more, we may live ever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Anne Bradstreet<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I walked a mile with Pleasure;<\/strong>
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne\u2019er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Robert Browning Hamilton<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“It isn’t time that’s passing”<\/strong>
Remember the long ago when we lay together
In a pain of tenderness and counted
Our dreams: long summer afternoons
When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn’t time that\u2019s passing by,
It is you and I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Ruskin Bond<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“One day,<\/strong>
when I wake up at 3 AM,
unable to sleep,
I will look next to me
and you will be there.
Sleeping peacefully beside me
and suddenly,
the world won’t seem so lonely.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Stephen kissed me in the spring,<\/strong>
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stephen\u2019s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin\u2019s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin\u2019s eyes
Haunts me night and day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Sara Teasdale<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Do not stand at my grave and weep<\/strong>
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Mary Elizabeth Frye.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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6.59 AM<\/strong>
I\u2019ve been told
that people in the army
do more by 7:00 am
than I do
in an entire day<\/p>\n\n\n\n

but if I wake
at 6:59 am
and turn to you
to trace the outline of your lips
with mine
I will have done enough.
And killed no one
in the process.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Shane Koyczan<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Always<\/strong>
You were you,
and I was I;
We were two,
Before our time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was yours,
Before I knew;
And you have always
Been mine too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Lang leav<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He and I<\/strong>
When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We are on par.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He just is,
I just am,
and we just are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Lang Leav, Love and Misadventure<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I loved her<\/strong>
Not for the way
She danced
With my angels
But for the way
The sound of
Her name
Could silence
my demons<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Christopher Poindexter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The minute I heard my first love story,<\/strong>
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Rumi<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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When she transformed into a butterfly,<\/strong>
the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty,
but of her weirdness.
They wanted her to change back,
into what she always had been.
But she had wings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Dean Jackson<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I like drinking tea alone, and reading alone.<\/strong>
I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.
It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.
I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.
But when I see a mother with her child;
A girl with her lover;
Or a friend laughing with their best friend;
I realize that even though I like being alone
I don\u2019t fancy being lonely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-BuddhaCoffee (Tumblr)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But darling<\/strong>
in the end,
you’ve got to be
your own hero.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

because
everybody’s busy,
trying to save
themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

c.t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There will come a time<\/strong>
when you\u2019ll love
somebody
and not
know
why
or
how
words
cannot
hold the
weight of their
smile & that\u2019s when
you\u2019ll start writing poetry<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From <http:\/\/phocks.org\/poetry\/4\/<\/a>><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You deserve flowers on your doorstep<\/strong>
and coffee in the morning
you deserve notes left on your dashboard
and ice cream sundaes at 3am
you deserve honesty every day
and to be kissed every hour
you deserve to be reminded
how beautiful you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThe only thing<\/strong>
I know is that I
was a second,
And she
was eternity,
I spun in
clocks and she swirled
in stars and
I,
I did not
deserve her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Christopher Poindexter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou say you love rain,<\/strong>
but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~ Bob Marley<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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First Fig<\/strong>
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends\u2014
It gives a lovely light!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Edna St. Vincent Millay<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Do not fall in love with people like me.<\/strong>
I will take you to museums, parks
and monuments;
And kiss you in every beautiful place,
So that you never go back to them,
without tasting me
like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave
you will finally understand
Why storms are named after people”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Caitlyn Siehl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I want to sleep with you.<\/strong>
I don’t mean have sex.
I mean sleep. Together.
Under my blankets. In my bed.
With my hand on your chest.
And your arm around me.
With the window cracked.
So it’s chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
No talking.
Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Darling, one day you will die.<\/strong>
And the test you’re stressing about won’t matter,
how much money you have will mean nothing,
even the stupid tattoo you regret will just be
another thing that kept you from being
one hundred percent okay with yourself.
So live to please the mind: keep good thoughts,
look at the stars, and enjoy beautiful days.
Because, one day, you will die my love.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-j.s. (tumblr)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This is Just to Say<\/strong>
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-William Carlos Williams<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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How quickly jealous<\/strong>
I become
of the wind
when it,
not I,
gets the privilege
of properly
messing up
your hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Tyler Knott Gregson<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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You don’t have a soul<\/strong>
You are the soul
You have a body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

C.s.lewis<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou could tie my tongue<\/strong>
My lips, my teeth
Split them into surrender
Into a foreign language
And I would still manage
To cough up your name.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Danielle Shorr, \u201cLet\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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“Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.<\/strong>
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Pablo Neruda, \u201cHere I Love You\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cThey don\u2019t know I only speak in runaway train stations<\/strong>
and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.
No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close
because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who
makes love to her own sadness every single night.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Katelin Wagner, \u201cDisappearing Acts (after Miles Hodges)\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Our love is hitchhiking across the California desert<\/strong>
and no one is slowing down. Is a lie still a lie
if you say it pretty? You\u2019re saying you don\u2019t know
what you want and I\u2019m picking pieces of glass
from your throat. Something is burning but I can\u2019t
tell what it is. I\u2019ve had a nightmare every night
since I was a kid and it always ends the same.
I can\u2019t breathe and I can\u2019t move and I am stuck
in this place without air in my lungs. This is all to say
I think I knew you before I knew my own name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Fortesa Latifi, \u201c1-10″<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYou cracked hourglass,<\/strong>
with sand spilling from behind your ribs:
you wasted my time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Rudy Francisco, \u201cScars\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI kiss temporary lips with permanence<\/strong>
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I can train them not to leave
And when they do
I claim to have seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook memory of skin and heartbeat
Of touch and moments
I know not to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Danielle Shorr, \u201cI Will Regret This In The Morning\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWhen a boy tells you he loves you for the first time<\/strong>
only to become silent like a folded sheet of tissue paper
not wanting you to decrease him into the truth,
do not crack your face into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom of a blackened sky.
He never meant a single word of any of it.
He is just a boy,
remember?
Only a boy,
do you remember?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Edwin Bodney, \u201cWhen a Boy Tells You He Loves You\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cI realized that the act of falling in love<\/strong>
is not so much a falling as a desperate, terrifying leap off the highest building around, the kind of jump that ends in not just a single casualty, but two.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Meggie Royer, \u201cNot So Much Falling In Love As Leaping Into It\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cOnly one girl has ever really wrapped my stomach into pretzels.<\/strong>
She didn\u2019t give me butterflies.
She gave me pterodactyls.
I\u2019m talking terrible internal bruising and the first time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks,
which was like the sky first kissing me in the eyeballs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Watsky, \u201cNothing Like The First Time\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cHe used to love me,<\/strong>
and now
he\u2019s just a stranger
who happens to know
all my secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Clementine Von Radics, \u201cIt\u2019s Just So Strange\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cYour voice is the only alarm that I\u2019ll actually wake up to.<\/strong>
Your laugh is that one song they play way too much on the radio, but for some reason, I still love it.
Your smile is the only thing that makes me hate mornings a little less.
Your hands are my security, like knowing that even when I drive you nuts, you\u2019re still gonna reach for me.
And my arm always falls asleep when you do because I just want to be able to hold you even in your dreams.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Sy Stokes & Ari Eastman, \u201cCuddle Poem\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cBecause I could set a watch by the times I think about you.<\/strong>
You have become a benchmark in my life. The familiar thing I hope to catch in my rearview mirror when I am driving at night. You are still a mark in the distance I can use to find my way. When your ghost comes around he is still comforting, familiar, fleeting. When your memory finds me, you still feel like home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Chrissy Stockton, \u201cAurora Borealis\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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What we should live for<\/strong>
The feeling of swimming underwater,
missing someone,
standing on top of a mountain.
The feeling of shedding tears over a movie,
excitment over a kiss,
running for no reason.
The feeling of jumping up and down over a song,
smiling to birds,
being lost after a drunken night out,
is what we should live for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A girl that I knew long ago<\/strong>
Died in a car crash
Once we went to the movies together
But I, a young boy, had no guts to kiss her
I can’t help but wonder\u2026
What would be different if I were braver that day?
Would she still get in that car four years later?
Please, tell me:
Can a kiss save a life?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

-Pedro Bedim<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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If you should fray, or fall apart,<\/strong>
In any where or when –
I’ll always try, with all my heart,
To make you whole again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But if you choose to fall behind,
And break and shake to bits –
The day may come where I won’t find
A single piece that fits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

~\/u\/A_Poem_For_Your_Sprog<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Bedeviled,<\/strong>
human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words
that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled
among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
-The Meadow by Marie Howe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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It’s summer again!<\/strong>
Everything is melting down,
I wonder why some souls are
Still frozen\u2026? -Disha Kalra<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This is just to say.<\/strong>
That you’re a good friend.
But so am I.
So I ate a chocolate or two.
But you won’t know shh\u2026
Or will you? If you found\u2026
I packed the wrappers too \ud83d\ude48<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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One day, whether you<\/strong>
are 14,
28
or 65<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find\u2013
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014@beautaplin, “Hunting Season”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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