Realistic Poetry Quotes

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“You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.
You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“If I can’t spend the rest of my life with you, I will live alone.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.”
Delano Johnson, Words That Changed the World

“I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“Her beauty is a mastery of peace.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her.”
Delano Johnson

“Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

“A relationship is more likely to succeed if positive attributes are confidently set in place and adhered to.”
Delano Johnson, Love Quotes

Stewart Stafford
“Tomorrow We Starve by Stewart Stafford

Grey aftertaste of dawn's biting light,
In emptied pockets, lint lesions blight,
A funeral march, with posture askew,
To a larder bare, options few.

A cup of tea's transient balm,
Rip open bills in the trembling calm,
Hope flickers in redemption's seam,
Vanishing as we scratch a fragile dream.

Wages held back, our pleas ignored,
To cloudy ivory towers, we implored,
Shadow people ground to a husk,
Tiny crumb specks in the dusk.

An overseer's laugh, a cruel facade,
The golden rule's sick charade,
Fingers sear in the dying flame,
The keening wind calls my name.

Reflections shatter, a distorted view,
Pipe dreams, strangled at birth, through,
The shaming shade exacts its cost,
Each pore clogged with penury's frost.

In darkest siege, a spark may ignite,
Defiant ember beacon's twilight,
Hope battered, but refuses to die,
Whispered lifeline to the coldest sky.

© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford

“Saulė toliau leisis ir tekės, mėnulis leisis ir tekės, metų laikai keis vienas kitą, o karas ir toliau siautės, kol vienas iš dievų arba abu atguls į kapus.”
Rebecca Ross, Ruthless vows

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