Poetrylovers Quotes

“She stared at a cat too long when she was a little girl and it gave her those lovely eyes. Her body is made of mountains and rivers, and her heart is a clock full of honey.”
― E. P. Mattson, The Opulence Of Invention

“Rip my heart into pieces
I will turn them into letters
Hurt me until i gust out tears
I will turn them into words
Punish my thoughts with misery
I will turn them into poetry”
― Aditya Koppula

“ومثلكَ يخطف زهو الزحامْ
ويرسم جفني بكحل الأرقْ
سلامُك ريحٌ وريحي سلامْ
تهبّ وعاصفتي من ورقْ
فهل لك وقت لبعض الكلام
قليلٌ من الورد يكفي العبق
عرفتك من خفق ريش الحمام
كما يعرف الصبح خيط الشفق
تكلّم فبعض النوايا لثامْ
وبعض الشذا وجعٌ في الحبق
وكن كأسي الآن كلّي مُدام
فمي الكرم كان، بمعنىً أدقّ
وكنْ قمراً فوق صدري ينام
فكم قمرًا كان ليلاً وَرقّ …”
― Mahdi Mansour

“Isn’t it trust
that lets the river give itself to the sea
not knowing if its name will survive the salt..
that lets the moon surrender to darkness
certain the sun will one day find her..
that sends roots downward
into what they cannot see
sure the unseen will answer..
that carries the wind
to rest against the mountain
knowing the stone will not turn away..!?

Isn’t it trust
this primal covenant beneath all motion
where yin carries a fragment of yang
and yang holds the shadow of yin
each completing the other
without asking to be assured..!?
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― Monika Ajay Kaul