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“2.07 WALK OF LIFE Life but like a cycle that you be riding, You will fall if you ever stop peddling, Life not of good cards you be holding, But those held and how you be playing. [68] - 4”

— Munindra (Munnan) Misra, Eddies of Life, Share via Whatsapp

“The wall between writing and painting is just good grammar. Moderation in moderation. Fun is scary with a happy ending. Just love. If love doesn’t transform that which annoys you, it will be easier to tolerate.”

— Emily Thornton Calvo, Share via Whatsapp

“Am dat cu trandafiri în oameni, Dar unii fiind de soare goi, Oprindu-și florile luminii Mi-au întors spinii înapoi.”

— Virgil Carianopol, Share via Whatsapp

“There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.”

— Lenore Kandel, Collected Poems of Lenore Kandel, Share via Whatsapp

“Where the mind is without pain Where knowledge is gain; With you, life is not vain Where hate is a burden Faith in humanity is not entwine The traces of you is me I am you and you are me Where dreams are not met Where the sun set and yet; we still strive towards perfection; Where the clear stream of democracy has not lost its way into a struggling nation frozen snow of dead end; The traces of you is found with in young soul that rise up with faith and knowing that positive activism is the way to create a just society.”

— Henry Johnson Jr, Share via Whatsapp

“A Paradise for you and me Trust, true love to guide us free Loneliness shall not fill the day I will forever be with you Our Love is beautiful like the sunshine lighting the way Your gentle feel Your caring hands There is no doubt in your soul No eerie place in your heart to express this feeling Our compassion flows in the waves just to save and brighten my day My heart has no hoes Awaiting your pace to touch this place Our love, withstanding all odds Diminishing hate, in our thoughts There is no place I rather be til eternity... Than in your soul, life and in your dreams... I am here to stay with you forever.”

— Henry Johnson Jr, Share via Whatsapp

“Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.”

— Sanober Khan, Share via Whatsapp

“Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems, And what is invisible stays that way.”

— Mark Strand, Blizzard of One, Share via Whatsapp

“Blankly expressing oneself can be stronger than words.”

— Paul Morabito, Poetic Delusions, Share via Whatsapp

“Books have power to bring you glory or doom, it all depends on perception.”

— Nikita Dudani, Share via Whatsapp

“I do have a funny perception of mine I d like to share. Being basically a lifetime poet. I ve had many people say I don t like poetry But they ll listen to song after song that rhymes on the end in couplets Just a thought...”

— Stanley Victor Paskavich, Share via Whatsapp

“Come le donne le foglie si scambiano confidenze acute. A volte sono cenni, a volte illazioni portentose.”

— Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, Share via Whatsapp

“There was a young lady of Niger Who smiled as she rode on a tiger; They returned from a ride With the Lady inside And the smile on the face of the tiger.”

— Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, Share via Whatsapp

“No matter how many romantic poems you recite, no matter how many glorious tales of love you read, how can you really understand the condition if you ve never found yourself in it?”

— Sherry D. Ficklin, Queen of Someday, Share via Whatsapp

“Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, Share via Whatsapp

“Technology is grey. More technology, less colors. We re building a world with colors only in poems.”

— Magdalena Ciocan, Share via Whatsapp

“An envy of that one consummate part Swept me, who mock. Whether I laugh or weep, Some inner silences are at my heart.”

— Leonie Adams, Share via Whatsapp