The Lotus - Sermon of Heart
The Lotus- Sermon Of HeartTHE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart(Love Lyric)From the bough of immortal tree,flower of endless root and beauty,The state of mind the wordless shore,The shadowy moon a
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The Lotus- Sermon Of HeartTHE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart(Love Lyric)From the bough of immortal tree,flower of endless root and beauty,The state of mind the wordless shore,The shadowy moon a
For us there is an expression Of significant emotions Emotion is alive in poems Not in the poet's dark stained past. Emotions are not personal, Art is also not personal; What he writes is not L
At night, around tenI will reach for my penand with caution and gleewrite some good poetryOn vacation in Cairoin Egyptian heatI had only a biroand a papyrus sheet.Author: Herbert Nehrlich
when poetry comesa full moon pullsat the sea the mind'sfloodedwith ideasthe nile overuns its banksand a pageflows andshineswith lunar wisdom and blessingsAuthor: john tiong chung
The poet diesIn the perfumed night.Every metaphorPassing awayInto the infinity of silenceShould be embalmed; I’m alarmedThat love never survivesAfter spring flowersFade into autumn!Auth
the refreshing taste of dawn mist and sunshine, mountain loam rolled upin tender brown leavesand now unveiled through spring waterthey are the simple joythat raises the morning sun up into my
The moonlight wordsAnd the Sunday prayers, The bike ridesAmong autumn leaves, The winter kissesBeneath warm blankets, Holding your handIn a hospital room, Crying all night beside you; All of
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay, That you in prose would hesitate to say. Never in rhyme pretend to tears, unless True feeling sheds them in unfeigned distress; Or some dream-grief, with
why poetry? to realise that a simple smilecan mean so many thingsand interpreted in so many waysthat there is always a fresh way to look at thingsthe way god has been ableto give each of
You asked if my poetic skillswould be what an emetic fillsnamely a basin of foul smellingregurgitate, there is no tellingwhat someone sees in poetryfor me it's what the gods decreesomewhere the
Ladies and Gentlemen, this is my first poetry readingand I’m very nervousand nearly cancelled tonightbut I spoke about this toa friend who’s a therapistand he said, this is what you do,
i am poetrya baby nakedcrying my heart out as i am thrust into the new worldechoing to itanother realmi love the way i amevery cell of myselfbecause i love myselfi am loved in returni am