Poetry & Quotes SMS Templates

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, The sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

If you are a dreamer come in, If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar. A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer
If youre a pretender com sit by my fire. For we have some flax golden tales to spin.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate. To say that for destruction ice Is also great and would suffice.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

If you're reading this...Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is.

The very heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I could not travel both, And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could. To where it bent in the undergrowth;

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken. A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.”

All that is gold does not glitter,. Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.