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I went out to the hazel woodbecause a fire was in my headcut and peeled a hazel wandand hooked a berry to a threadand when white moths were on the wingand moth-like stars were flickering outI dropped the berry in a stream,and caught a little silver trout….(Song of Wandering Aengus)

William Carlos Williams

I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It’s words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separately. Any poem that has any worth expresses the whole life of the poet. It gives a view of what the poet is.

You take my breath awayFrom mile awayHair, twice as niceSmile is your make up, angelic faceYou light up the entire placeCaptured my attentionCan’t help but stare at your perfectionso charming, You will set the red carpet on fireWith that amazing attireBest dress among the restPretty girls are envy in your beautyAnd one of a kind personality

LESLIE CHEUNG JUMPS OFF MY BUILDING CLOSES HIS EYES AND THEN SINGS A SONGWE BOTH KNOW AND LOVE// LESLIE CHEUNG SE TIRA DESDE MI EDIFICIOCIERRA SUS OJOS Y LUEGO CANTA UNA CANCIÓNQUE LOS DOS CONOCEMOS Y QUE NOS ENCANTA

Until we say the truth, there can be no tenderness.As long as there is desire, we will not be safe

…when the petals fallSay it is beautiful and good, say it is well

Shel Silverstein

If you are a dreamer, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin; come in! Come in!

Ayn al-Qazat Hamadani Persian Mystic

You must take these poems as mirrors; for you know that the mirror has no form of itself, but rather reflects the face of anyone who looks in it. Just so a poem has no one particular meaning of itself , but presents to each reader his state of the moment and the completeness of his case

M. Fethullah Gülen

True poetry is the perception of human feelings, the voice of the heart, open or hidden. It is the lyrics, compositions, and melody of the relation between humankind, the universe and God, a shadow pinpointing each of the truths we can discern everywhere (from the earth to the stars), a photograph of the creation’s projection cast in our feelings and thoughts and framed through words, a heartfelt tune of our loves and joys played on different strings, and it is a bouquet of our faith, hope, determination, beauty, love, reunion, and yearnings.

Helvy Tiana Rosa

Have you sipped your poems today?

Catherynne M. Valente

Anything is a poem if you say it often enough.

If perfection is absurd, why is tragedy common?