Quotes About Connection

Poetry is fired by love.

Hatred begets One with eyes Closed, The wiser's love cannot be sourced.

Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.

So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world.And live your life.

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

I will Basquiat the canvas of your body like a Broadway Junction wall…and Gordon Parks you for those dark midnights when your scent fades.

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.

I will always kiss you like it is our first and last kiss. Always.

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ? ?

Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.

Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason.

Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine...

30 cents, two transfers, loveThinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two transfers before discovering that I was alone.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

They never say this, but it's true, it was raining the first time I saw you.

We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other damaged people, and we let you in. We are kindred. - Broken Places

I tossed a stone into the Sea To see what it would do for me And the ripples went out And became ocean waves To return to the Sea inside of me

Would the mountain cherry blossoms return my affection for there is no one else out here. /????? ?????? ?? ?????? ??????

Swift waters parted by the jagged rocks are joined at river's end. / ????? ?????? ??? ?????? ???????

My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I said I wanted to read poetry with her.

Poetry should be like 'Uh-huh. Baby has to have it.