Poems On Life Quotes

“some people are so deep
you fall into them
and you never stop falling.”
― Ava

“She wasn’t broken.
She was made up of a thousand tiny little cracks.
She was always trying to keep herself glued together.
But it was hard, she felt too much.
No matter what she did, her emotions seeped through,
sometimes in drips, other times in floods,
She felt everything,
the heaviness of the clouds right before rain,
the rush of the subway cars as they left the station,
the feeling of goodbye as she watched someone walk away,
wondering if it was the last time she would see them,
the feeling of a kiss lingering on her cheek for hours.
She felt the loneliness of the sun as it hung in the sky,
shedding light on the day,
without companion.

And she longed to give as much as the sun.
If she could brighten someone’s day,
bestow warmth were there was cold,
make someone smile, give someone hope,
then for a minute, an hour, maybe even a day,
the cracks would fill with love
and the pain would become only a voice,
reminding her that her pain was important.
She knew how fragile life was, how hard,
and how precious.

She wanted to feel it all.”
― Jacqueline Simon Gunn

“Cold feet under a warm blanket, steam over an empty mug--rain splatters on dry window pane--open journals of closed memories... tears of laughter and joy of pain... schmaltz of diametric morning.”
― Val Uchendu

“Through windows,
in wishing wells,
whispering in the wind...
that's where I find you.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I love

how grown children
will still
name

their mothers
the
most
beautiful.

It is
as though,

their eyes
have met
the cascading
curves

and golden
silhouettes
of every
woman.

Yet
their souls
still
drum

to the beat 
of their
mother's
warmth
and care.”
― A Starry Eyed April

“I die a little,
In the echo of your silence.”
― Jessica Kristie

“In that wounded place,
buried between
my ribs and letting go,
I miss you.”
― Jessica Kristie

“The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.”
― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule

“Bridge burned from end to end,
and I don't miss you anymore.
You delivered silence
I've birthed freedom.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I can't love anymore.
Except for you...
I love you so much it hurts to breathe.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I was just an option.
Blown easily to pieces
and offered to the sky
by the sweet laced pain
upon your lips.”
― Jessica Kristie

“You are the poem
that sticks in my throat
teaching me to whisper
with the voice of my heart.”
― Jessica Kristie

“In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks,
and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story..”
― Wesley Banks, Hope in Every Raindrop

“I'm two days away
from day after tomorrow
Counting the hours
to my upcoming sorrow
Suddenly I look
into the eyes of my child
Then all sadness gone
as I smile the way she smiled”
― Munia Khan

“I build boxes
and place them at your feet,
to measure the distance
between dreams and reality.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I've never seen beauty
so devastating
as in the lines
that trace our hope
and fall from the stars.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I balance you
on the end of my pen.
Teetering between love
and letting go.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I bleed to un-break you,
un-mending me.
I fall to save you...
now who will save me.”
― Jessica Kristie

“There lived a poet in the lands of gold,
Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,
His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold,
His only motive: lives to mould”
― Adhish Mazumder, Versed with Life

“Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden
are cloaked in summer blooms.
My heart, scorching and desolate
sighs and sings sad songs of despair

And while I gather hundreds of
broken pieces of my heart
Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden
are cloaked in summer blooms.”
― Neena H Brar

“MY FATHER
If I have to write a poem about my father
it has to be about integrity
and kindness —
the selfless kind of kindness
that is so very rare
I am sure there will be many people
living somewhere who must be as kind as him
but what I mean to say is
I have not met one yet

and when it comes to helping others
he always helps too much
and as the saying goes —
help someone, you earn a friend.
help someone too much,
you make an enemy. —
so you know the gist of what
I’m trying to say here

anyways I was talking about the
poem about my father
it has to be about
passion
and hard work
because you see
you cannot separate these
things from him
they are part of him as his two eyes and
two hands and his heart and his soul
and his whole being
and you cannot separate
wind and waves
or living and the universe
or earth and heavens
and although he never got any
award from bureaucracy
the students he taught ages ago
still touch his feet and some
of them are the people
you have to make
an appointment to meet even if
it is for two minutes of their time
and that’s a reward for him
bigger than any other that
some of his colleagues got
for their flattery

and also I have to write about
reliability as well
because you see
as the sun always rises
and the snowflakes are always six-folds
and the spring always comes
and the petals of a sunflower and every flower
follows the golden ratio of symmetry
my father never fails to
keep his promise

I have to mention the rage as well
that he always carries inside him
like a burning fire
for wrongdoings
for injustice

and now
he carries a bitterness too
for people
who used him good
and discarded
as it always happens with every good man
in our world of humans

and you must be thinking he has
learned his lessons well
you go to him —
it does not matter who you are
if he knows you
or you are a stranger from
other side of the world —
and ask for his help
he will be happy to do so

as you must know
people
never change
not their soul in any case.”
― Neena H Brar

“Birthing hope from the madness
that perches on the fence
of our once perfect
dreams.”
― Jessica Kristie

“Careful.
The fall is quick,
steep,
and permanent.”
― Jessica Kristie

“I need to work on me.
The me
without you.”
― Jessica Kristie

“When Love Was New

When love was new
and life was young,
and once we walked
in gracious sun,
I never dreamt of darker days,
or feared that fate had cruel ways.

When life was strong
and love was free,
and time was once
eternity -
we never planned for more or less,
nor stopped to think we should digress.

When love was young
and life was new,
and everything
was once our due,
I never doubted what I owned,
nor knew the cost was merely loaned.

Now love is tried
and life is old,
and still my feet
drag down the road -
not knowing where it all has gone,
nor how much more it still goes on.

But life grows new
and love gets old,
and this tired heart
stays off the cold -
not caring it compares with fools,
nor wise enough to fear the rules.
-Drea Damara”
― Drea Damara

“Happiness o Happiness
where have you gone now?
Life's been tough, thing's been hard.
people deceived me, forgive them all,
hypocrites stabbed me, yet i laughed.
innocents beheaded me, but it was not painful at all.

losing her, like losing my calm.
i said love, she called Lust.
i have deserted many memories.
unforgettable, unfortunate memories.

happiness o happiness
where have you gone now?”
― Adam Sam

“Scent of old books a mystery; a secret port of the dreamers.”
― China Cancio, Poems

“I painted for the eyes, and wrote prose for the ears… Between those senses lay the mind and soul… I enjoyed connecting with people’s deepest thoughts, their hopes and dreams… My pen and brush were tools to achieve my artistic desired effects.”
― J. R. Ortiz, FUEGO

“I'd rather watch the grass grow than listen to gossip.”
― Lisa M. Cronkhite, Disconnected

“Бе истина, а лъжа е.
Бе щастие, а сега се учим от плача си.
Бе смисъл, а безумие цари.
Бе приказка, бе магия,
а сега - ЖИВОТ Е.”
― Ралица Цанова, Промени в тишината