Poem Quotes

“For me,
you are fresh water
that falls from trees
when it has stopped raining. For me,
you are cinnamon that lingers
on the tongue and gives
bitter words
sweetening.
For me, you are the scent of
violins and vision
of valleys
smiling.
And still,
for me, your loveliness never ends.
It traverses
the world
and finds its
way back to me.
Only
me.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb stairs
and clear his throat outside our door.”
― Leonard Cohen

“I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,
I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate.
I am and not, I freeze and yet am burned,
Since from myself another self I turned.

My care is like my shadow in the sun,
Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it,
Stands and lies by me, doth what I have done.”
― Elizabeth I, Her Life in Letters

“I think i should get love inked on my skin.
Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.”
― Anjum Choudhary

“در اتاقي كه به اندازه ي يك تنهاييست
دل من
كه به اندازه ي يك عشقست
به بهانه هاي ساده ي خوشبختي خود مي نگرد
به زوال زيباي گل ها در گلدان
به نهالي كه تو در باغچه ي خانه مان كاشته اي
و به آواز قناري ها
كه به اندازه ي يك پنجره مي خوانند”
― Forough Farrokhzad

“اگر به خانه ي من آمدي براي من اي مهربان چراغ بيار
و يك دريچه كه از آن
به ازدهام كوچه ي خوشبخت بنگرم”
― Forough Farrokhzad

“May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours”
― Hasil Paudyal, Blended Words

“I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.
I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!
But mainly, let’s be honest, I like
that they’re ladies. As if this big
dangerous animal is also a part of me,
that somewhere inside the delicate
skin of my body, there pumps
an 8-pound female horse heart,
giant with power, heavy with blood.
Don’t you want to believe it?
Don’t you want to lift my shirt and see
the huge beating genius machine
that thinks, no, it knows,
it’s going to come in first.”
― Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things

“Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.”
― Mark Strand

“My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.”
― Edvard Munch

“Be who you are, even if it kills you.

It will. Over and over again.
Even as you live.

Break my heart, why don't you?”
― Joy Harjo, An American Sunrise

“history is what it is. it knows what it did.”
― Danez Smith

“And was it his destined part /
Only one moment in his life /
To be close to your heart?”
― Ivan Turgenev

“There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.”
― D. Antoinette Foy

“I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.
Another life is never safely envied.”
― Robert Wells

“our foundation is rocky
because we made a home
in each other’s skin.
the damage is beginning
to show.”
― K. Y. Robinson, The Chaos of Longing

“She knew she was really sad when she stopped loving the things she loved.”
― Atticus Poetry

“For there is always light,
If only we’re brave enough to see it.
If only we’re brave enough to be it.”
― Amanda Gorman, Call Us What We Carry

“A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think?”
― Santosh Kalwar

“Love is a chemical reaction,
But it cannot be fully understood or defined by science.
And though a body cannot exist without a soul,
It too cannot be fully understood or defined by science.
Love is the most powerful form of energy,
But science cannot decipher its elements.
Yet the best cure for a sick soul is love,
But even the most advanced physician
Cannot prescribe it as medicine.


INCOMPLETE SCIENCE by Suzy Kassem”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“دمی با غم به سر بردن جهان یک سر نمی‌ارزد
به می بفروش دلق ما کز این بهتر نمی‌ارزد

به کوی می فروشانش به جامی بر نمی‌گیرند
زهی سجاده تقوا که یک ساغر نمی‌ارزد

رقیبم سرزنش‌ها کرد کز این باب رخ برتاب
چه افتاد این سر ما را که خاک در نمی‌ارزد

شکوه تاج سلطانی که بیم جان در او درج است
کلاهی دلکش است اما به ترک سر نمی‌ارزد

چه آسان می‌نمود اول غم دریا به بوی سود
غلط کردم که این طوفان به صد گوهر نمی‌ارزد

تو را آن به که روی خود ز مشتاقان بپوشانی
که شادی جهان گیری غم لشکر نمی‌ارزد

چو حافظ در قناعت کوش و از دنیی دون بگذر
که یک جو منت دونان دو صد من زر نمی‌ارزد”
― Hafez, Divan of Hafez: دیوان خواجه شمس الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی

“When your heart is broken you plant seeds in the cracks
and you pray for rain.
And you teach your sons and daughters
there are sharks in the water
but the only way to survive
is to breathe deep
and dive.”
― Andrea Gibson, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns

“I am nobody, even if I say I am this or that.”
― Santosh Kalwar, A Very First Book Of Poems: Heartbreak

“Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till Age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,
No where
Lives a woman true and fair.”
― John Donne

“And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.”
― Mary Howitt, The Spider and the Fly

“About your easy heads my prayers
I said with syllables of clay.
What gift, I asked, shall I bring now
Before I weep and walk away?

Take, they replied, the oak and laurel.
Take our fortune of tears and live
Like a spendthrift lover. All we ask
Is the one gift you cannot give.”
― Tana French, In the Woods

“رویا

با امیدی گرم و شادی بخش
با نگاهی مست و رؤیایی
دخترک افسانه می خواند
نیمه شب در کنج تنهایی:

بی گمان روزی ز راهی دور
می رسد شهزاده ای مغرور
می خورد بر سنگفرش کوچه های شهر
ضربه ی سم ستور بادپیمایش

می درخشد شعله خورشید
بر فراز تاج زیبایش
تار و پود جامه اش از زر
سینه اش پنهان به زیر رشته هایی از در و گوهر
می کشاند هر زمان همراه خود سویی

باد … پرهای کلاهش را
یا بر آن پیشانی روشن
حلقه موی سیاهش را

مردمان در گوش هم آهسته می گویند
« آه . . . او با این غرور و شوکت و نیرو»
« در جهان یکتاست»
« بی گمان شهزاده ای والاست»

دختران سر می کشند از پشت روزن ها
گونه هاشان آتشین از شرم این دیدار
سینه ها لرزان و پرغوغا
در طپش از شوق یک پندار

« شاید او خواهان من باشد.»
لیک گویی دیده ی شهزاده ی زیبا
دیده ی مشتاق آنان را نمی بیند
او از این گلزار عطرآگین
برگ سبزی هم نمی چیند

همچنان آرام و بی تشویش
می رود شادان به راه خویش
می خورد بر سنگفرش کوچه های شهر
ضربه سم ستور بادپیمایش
مقصد او خانه دلدار زیبایش
مردمان از یکدیگر آهسته می پرسند
«کیست پس این دختر خوشبخت؟»

ناگهان در خانه می پیچد صدای در
سوی در گویی ز شادی می گشایم پر
اوست . . . آری . . . اوست
« آه، ای شهزاده ، ای محبوب رؤیایی
نیمه شب ها خواب می دیدم که می آیی.»
زیر لب چون کودکی آهسته می خندد
با نگاهی گرم و شوق آلود
بر نگاهم راه می بندد
« ای دو چشمانت رهی روشن بسوی شهر زیبایی
ای نگاهت باده ای در جام مینایی
آه ، بشتاب ای لبت همرنگ خون لاله ی خوشرنگ صحرایی
ره بسی دور است
لیک در پایان این ره . . . قصر پر نور است.»
می نهم پا بر رکاب مرکبش خاموش
می خزم در سایه ی آن سینه و آغوش
می شوم مدهوش.
باز هم آرام و بی تشویش

می خورد بر سنگفرش کوچه های شهر
ضربه سم ��تور باد پیمایش
می درخشد شعله ی خورشید
برفراز تاج زیبایش.

می کشم همراه او زین شهر غمگین رخت
مردمان با دیده ی حیران
زیر لب آهسته می گویند
«دختر خوشبخت ! . . .»”
― Forough Farrokhzad

“Time has transfigured them into
Untruth. The stone fidelity
They hardly meant has come to be
Their final blazon, and to prove
Our almost-instinct almost true:
What will survive of us is love.”
― Philip Larkin

“I went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread
and when white moths were on the wing
and moth-like stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream,
and caught a little silver trout....


(Song of Wandering Aengus)”
― W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

“I saw the spiders marching through the air,
Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day
In latter August when the hay
Came creaking to the barn. But where
The wind is westerly,
Where gnarled November makes the spiders fly
Into the apparitions of the sky,
They purpose nothing but their ease and die
Urgently beating east to sunrise and the sea;”
― Robert Lowell, Collected Poems