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Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind"
Nayyirah Waheed
NAYYIRAH WAHEED when you meet that person. a person. one of your soulmates. let the connection. relationship be what...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED my poetry is merely a body.
you are the soul in my words.
SANOBER KHAN
The movementOf the body is
Where poetry
Begins
CLINT CATALYST
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. EMILY DICKINSON
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.... EMILY DICKINSON if
the ocean
can calm itself,
so can you.
we
are both
salt water ...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED never
trust anyone
who says
they do not see color.
this means
to them,...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED Desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED If someone does not want me it is not the end of the world. But if I do not want me, the world is no...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED it was only and ever love.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED i think one of the most pathological things i have ever seen is stabbing someone and then telling th...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED you broke the ocean in half to be here. only to meet nothing that wants you. – immigrant
NAYYIRAH WAHEED Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have ne...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED expect sadness
like
you expect rain.
both,
cleanse you.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED creativity keeps the world alive, yet, everyday we are asked to be ashamed of honoring it, wanting t...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED but this was never a relationship. i have no idea who you are.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED put some honey and sea
water by your bed.
acknowledge. that your being needs sweetness
NAYYIRAH WAHEED leaving. doesn’t mean that you’ve left.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED i have always been the woman of my dreams.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED there are feelings. you haven’t felt yet. give them time. they are almost here. – fresh
NAYYIRAH WAHEED listen to my poems
but do not look for me
look for you.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED go.
enjoy.
leave.
it was all about you, anyway.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED No’ might make them angry but it will make you free.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.
Read it ove...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED you
not wanting me
was
the beginning of me
wanting myself
thank you
NAYYIRAH WAHEED i knew you
before
i met you.
i’ve known you my whole life.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED i don't pay attention to the
world ending.
it has ended for me
many times
and be...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED there is you and you.
this is a relationship.
this is the most important relationship.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED the first time the caregiver saw it on the child. they said ‘no. don’t you dare. you will not gr...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED grieve. so that you can be free to feel something else.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else's.
NAYYIRAH WAHEED do not choose the lesser life. do you hear me. do you hear me. choose the life that is. yours. the l...
NAYYIRAH WAHEED
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I... EMILY DICKINSON
Shams, my body is a candle touched with fire. JALALUDDIN MEVLANA RUMI Pain is weakness leaving the body.
DANIEL R. EVANS
Pain is weakness leaving the body. ANONYMOUS Pain is weakness leaving the body
TERA LYNN CHILDS Pain is weakness leaving the body
TOM SOBAL
Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat.
P...
KAMAND KOJOURI
When I die, I'm leaving my body to science fiction. STEPHEN WRIGHT poetry
melts my bones.
enters my blood.
and changes
its composition.
SANOBER KHAN
...the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry...
BILLY COLLINS
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you F. SCOTT FITZGERALD He was a late night
shot of bourbon
the taste of him
left me burning
with mouth...
MELODY LEE
Your hair is winter fireJanuary embers
My heart burns there, too.
STEPHEN KING
Poetry is an act of love. Without love life is impossible.
Without poetry love has no ex...
DEBASISH MRIDHA
I am certain, my love,
that poetry was born
only after your birth.
KAMAND KOJOURI
At Blackwater Pond At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a...
MARY OLIVER
Your hair is winter fire,January embers.
My heart burns there, too.
-Stephen King, I...
STEPHEN KING
I tried to hold fire once...see from a distance it mesmerized me captivated me
for hours...
SANJO JENDAYI
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess what is seen du... CARL SANDBURG
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is s... CARL SANDBURG What's the difference?" You ask me
The difference is, a smile touches my lips
When I remem...
TAMMY-LOUISE WILKINS
I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.
CHARLES BUKOWSKI
I like imagining your body is Saturn, my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.
ANDREA GIBSON
I like imagining your body is Saturn,my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.
ANDREA GIBSON My arms look
as if blood is . . .
And on my feet . . .
It is dropping on my feet.
My mouth is a fire escape.The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
The...
ANDREA GIBSON
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is s... CARL SANDBURG
I'll walk through the fireWith my head lifted high
And my spirit revived
In Your sto...
HILLSONG
The Church says: the body is a sin.Science says: the body is a machine.
Advertising says:...
EDUARDO GALEANO Elizabeth's fingers slipped around my arm. She stepped forward, her fangs flashing. My breath caught...
KALAYNA PRICE
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The...
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of th... LAUREN OLIVER Most people ignore most poetry
because
most poetry ignores most people.
ADRIAN MITCHELL
It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And ...
MAYA ANGELOU Jamie: It's my favorite time of day, driving you.
Aurelia: [in Portuguese] It is the saddest pa...
LOVE ACTUALLY
I would rather lie facedown on the ground and use my body as a bridge,
than stand proud ...
KAMAND KOJOURI I am five, I will never understand
why we are stranded in our selves
but in this moment I ...
SHARON DOUBIAGO
The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it.
SYLVIA PLATH The regime had understood that one person leaving her house while asking herself:
Are my trous...
MARJANE SATRAPI
When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fir... CESARE PAVESE
She’s leaving me!”“Leaving? She’s been waiting for you to get your shit together.”
You have to carry the fire."I don't know how to."
Yes, you do."
Is the fire real? Th...
CORMAC MCCARTHY
While I was looking the other way your fire went outLeft me with cinders to kick into dust
KRISTIN CASHORE Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
JALALUDDIN MEVLANA RUMI - مولوی All I want in my life is-
My mind to Think and My body to Run.
MANALI My teeth ache, my gums hurt, and my cat is tearing me apart, wanting you in every way imaginable. Yo...
N.D. JONES Divine love"
"Don't Leave me,
ONLY
To carry my body
on my two feet
SEEMA GUPTA
Afterward, Isabel drove me home and I shut myself in the study with Rilke, and I read and I wanted.<... MAGGIE STIEFVATER
Gin a body meet a bodyComing thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body—
Need a body c...
ROBERT BURNS
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,Be not afraid of my body.
WALT WHITMAN Good poetry ..
makes the universe ..
reveal its .. 'secret'
HAFIZ OF PERSIA
Behind your thoughts and feelings, my brother, there is a mighty lord, an unknown sage - his name is... FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE The 'fire' present in our body helps in keeping us alive. Therefore, to maintain the required body-t...
SAM VEDA
The fire district is a political subdivision; the commissioners are the governing body of the subdiv... ROBERT FREEMAN Poetry is the language of the soul;
Poetic Prose, the language of my heart.
Each line must...
LORI R. LOPEZ Felix,” he whispered. “Oh, little man. Oh, Felix. That fire… the fire is
beautiful.
T.J. KLUNE
Nobody ever called me any OH MY GOD you mean that guy that one that set himself on FIRE JOSS WHEDON 
In this storyI am the poet
You're the poetry.
ARZUM UZUN
PoetryAnd it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t k...
PABLO NERUDA
Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry.
ABERJHANI
My mind is being consumed by you.My body is longing for you.
Just one touch or a kiss, <...
KAMAND KOJOURI
You’re just using me for my body.” “You don’t have a body,” I’d remind him. “Thr...
DARYNDA JONES
And now the measure of my song is done: The work has reached its end; the book is mine,
...
OVID
If You Forget MeI want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
PABLO NERUDA Poetry is the heart of my mind.
LEAH DANCEL A Tartar's heart is a quarter poetry, a quarter fire, a quarter wind of heaven, and a quarter the te...
BRYN HAMMOND
This is the spot where I will lie When life has had enough of me,
These are the grasses ...
SARA TEASDALE
