Johannes Bobrowski quote: "Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,<br />Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree<br />From which a small wood-owl calls."

In between your failure-tree
And your triumph-tree,
The tree that is growing
Is known...
SRI CHINMOY

Who says you cannot hold the moon in your hand?

Tonight when the stars come out and the m...
VERA NAZARIAN

Your hair is winter fire
January embers
My heart burns there, too.
STEPHEN KING

A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of hel...
AMY LOWELL

There is a fable in the forest
Whispered by the branches, as they blow.
A tale about the t...
ERIN HANSON

Your hair is winter fire,
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.
-Stephen King, I...
STEPHEN KING

As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
PABLO NERUDA

The sun shines through the window
And the sun shines through your hair
It seems like you'r...
MAGGIE STIEFVATER

Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling MARY OLIVER

Meditate.
Live purely. Be quiet.
Do your work with mastery.
Like the moon, come out <...
GAUTAMA BUDDHA

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,...
EDWARD LEAR

If you put a spoonful of salt
in a cup of water
it tastes very salty.
If you put a sp...
JACK KORNFIELD

Dear Samson,
I put your hair
in a jar
by the pear tree
near the well.
I bee...
CAROLE C. GREGORY

a bruise, blue
in the muscle, you
impinge upon me.
As bone hugs the ache home, so
LI-YOUNG LEE

I don’t know. D’you think? He’s pretty wide in the chest.”

The girl looked at me...
M.T. ANDERSON

In the small circle of pain within the skull
You still shall tramp and tread one endless round TS (THOMAS STEARNS) ELIOT

moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of...
MEDUESA

The Chair

I’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chair
look like a ...
JAROD KINTZ

Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day.

But in the heart of winter, you want a ...
VERA NAZARIAN

JACK

Your duty as a gentleman calls you back.

ALGERNON

My duty as ...
OSCAR WILDE

XVI
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
PABLO NERUDA

In starlit nights I saw you,
So cruelly you kissed me.
Your lips a magic world,
Your ...
ECHO AND THE BUNNYMEN

…I went away from your side,
in love without knowing it.
Now I don’t know how your eye...
FEDERICO GARCíA LORCA

I Like For You To Be Still

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are...
PABLO NERUDA

i love good cries,
loud sobs that soak your pillow
that kind that come at the end
of ...
MADISEN KUHN

Blessed be they whose lives do not taste of evil
but if some god shakes your house
ruin ar...
ANNE CARSON

They dined on mince, and slices of quince
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand i...
EDWARD LEAR

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest <...
JOYCE KILMER

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is...
JOYCE KILMER

do you dare to step in-
to the vulnerable black, stripped
to the soul with human blindnes...
BETH MOREY

I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid ...
CAROL ANN DUFFY

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top...
W.B. YEATS

TREE HOUSE
A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the le...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN

No mask you might don, whether cast in gold or comprised of dust, can disguise you from me.
CONNIE BROCKWAY

Time machine to the past
Step back a few years
Old feelings, like Lazarus
Suddenly re...
JUSTIN WETCH

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.
Its need to be
One with me
Drips
B...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN

Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.
Its need to be
One with me
Drips
B...
N'ZURI ZA AUSTIN

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. PABLO NERUDA

More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks ...
JULIET MARILLIER

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when t...
EMILY DICKINSON

We'll Go No More A-roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the nigh...
GEORGE GORDON BYRON

...he had a way of taking your hand which made it clear he'd have to be the one to let go."
ALICE HOFFMAN

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
or arrow of carnations that propagate...
PABLO NERUDA

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of ca...
PABLO NERUDA

A Winter Dream"

In winter we’ll travel in a little pink carriage
With cushions of ...
ARTHUR RIMBAUD

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself...
KAHLIL GIBRAN

MY MOON

I'll always wonder what time it is there; if you're dreaming, or awake. My moon i...
COCO J. GINGER

You can be up to your boobies in
white satin, with gardenias in your hair
and no sugar c...
BILLIE HOLIDAY

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the w...
KAHLIL GIBRAN

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held d...
ELLEN BASS

If you think of the moon as already used, it’s not as difficult to take in,
because then it�...
ADRIANNA STEPIANO

Before a Cat will condescend
To treat you as a trusted friend,
Some little token of esteem...
T.S. ELIOT

Of so much moon were your hips to me,
of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,
of s...
PABLO NERUDA

In your hands winter
is a book with cloud pages
that snow pearls of love.
ABERJHANI

Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. ...
KAHLIL GIBRAN

A tree trunk the size of a man grows from a blade as thin as a hair. A tower nine stories high is bu...
LAO-TZU

A tree trunk the size of a man grows from a blade as thin as a hair. A tower nine stories high is bu...
LAO TZU

Some primal termite knocked on wood;
and tasted it, and found it good.
That is why your Cousin...
OGDEN NASH

YOUR GREATER ANIMAL

They say that if you are
Ever confronted by
A lion or...
SUZY KASSEM

Begin. Keep on beginning. Nibble on everything.
Take a hike. Teach yourself to whistle. Lie. ELLEN KORT

To all those who care,
You can't forever.
Time steals the years,
And your reflectio...
CRYSTAL WOODS

Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a vi...
ANNA AKHMATOVA

You cannot keep birds from flying over your head
but you can keep them from building a nest in ...
MARTIN LUTHER

The campus, an academy of trees,
under which some hand, the wind's I guess,
had scattered ...
RUTH STONE

We shall not sip from the same glass,
No water for us, or sweet wine;
We’ll not embrace ...
ANNA AHKMATOVA

I wrote a poem to the moon
But no one noticed it;
Although I hoped that late or soon
Someo...
ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who�...
THOM GUNN

Dead tree branches rattled,
the cold wind seethed, it prattled
of abominations about to u...
A. LEE BROCK

If I tear the sun from the sky and bring all the stars cascading down, would that line of your lips ...
HUBERT MARTIN

With a changing key,
you unlock the house where
the snow of what’s silenced drifts.
PAUL CELAN

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has g...
ROBERT FROST

Love.

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming
Flowers I ache from the perfumes of s...
PABLO NERUDA

Fox-Trot

By the stream the fox and she-fox stood
Nose to nose beneath the stars
BETH KEPHART

And stay, my dear
stay...
forever, as my quiet song,
in my lilac dawn.
SANOBER KHAN

Your daughter is ugly.
She knows loss intimately,
carries whole cities in her belly.
...
WARSAN SHIRE

Love Song

How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn’t touch your soul?...
RAINER MARIA RILKE

I am a creature of the Fey
Prepare to give your soul away
My spell is passion and it is ...
HEATHER ALEXANDER

Be careful, you are not in Wonderland. I’ve heard the strange madness long growing in your soul. B...
FROM THE FILM KILL YOUR DARLINGS

Am I glowing?"
"Like a Christmas tree."
"Not just the star?"
The bed moved a little, ...
JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT

Journey to the end of day,
Come the fire-fly,
Come the moon;
Say a prayer for God'...
CLIVE BARKER

For a hundred years I breathe and live, the flower of beauty and the bread of kindness.
I am you...
ANON.

Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
BEAR STEP

You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.
HENRY JAMES

Your hair smells like wind, did you know that?"

Yep, me and Tucker, smelling each other.
CYNTHIA HAND

Your friendship is a glowing ember
Through the year; and each December
From its warm and ...
THELMA J. LUND

And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the sh...
KAHLIL GIBRAN

Every atom in your body spins and dances
like a bee around the queen,
like a whirling derv...
KHANG KIJARRO NGUYEN

the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which...
MARY OLIVER

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair. . . .
I could not love...
BILLY JOEL

I will take your heart.
I will take your soul out of your body
As though I were God.
...
LANGSTON HUGHES

We thought everything would be
forgotten, but I still remember your
claws running down my...
ZAEEMA J. HUSSAIN

From one small spark a bushfire grows.
Sellers of misery are our foes.
Merging ruthlessly ...
PAUL ANTHONY

Although happiness is a state
of being, it usually still requires
some doing if it is to b...
DOMONIQUE BERTOLUCCI

REMEMBER YOUR GREATNESS

Before you were born,
And were still too tiny for
The h...
SUZY KASSEM

My heart is so small
it's almost invisible.
How can You place
such big sorrows in it...
JALALUDDIN MEVLANA RUMI

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
...
EMMA LAZARUS

As so many commitments
demand your time
Or your shut-eye important be,
Your attracti...
CHARLOTTE M. LIEBEL

Miriam - I'll give you any flowers you want!' Rhapsodising over the thousand scents of her body, I e...
J.G. BALLARD

...now open your mind by closing your eyes
see the unseen world within you which lies

MUNIA KHAN

Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
From which a small wood-owl calls.

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Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
From which a small wood-owl calls.

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Like some winter animal the moon licks the salt of your hand,
Yet still your hair foams violet as a lilac tree
From which a small wood-owl calls.