Poetry
Yufa and
Poetry
SOMETIMES
by David Whyte
Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest,
breathing
like the ones
in the old stories,
who could cross
a shimmering bed of leaves
without a sound,... See more
But now it has happened,
No use in talking
The silence between me and you
Has never had meaning.
It was, love it, that was all
That was asked.
But now it has happened,
No words for the foretime,
The desperation has made me the same,
Has made me another.
Who looks at the shape of the fish
Grow giant on the side of his bowl,
Who walks on the terrace
Observing... See more
No use in talking
The silence between me and you
Has never had meaning.
It was, love it, that was all
That was asked.
But now it has happened,
No words for the foretime,
The desperation has made me the same,
Has made me another.
Who looks at the shape of the fish
Grow giant on the side of his bowl,
Who walks on the terrace
Observing... See more
Unknown • CHET ON POETRY (Chet Baker)
The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
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Sylvia Plath on Living with the Darkness and Making Art from the Barely Bearable Lightness of Being
Maria Popovathemarginalian.org
Poetry embodies in its essence the complex interaction of being.
Mike Kauschke • The Poetic Art of Living in a Time Between Worlds - Emerge
I didn’t even knew I had held my breath
Until my body exhaled when I met you
Until my body exhaled when I met you
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The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are... See more
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are... See more
Esther Ekhart • The Invitation, a poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
beautiful poem
The biggest argument I’ve seen is that AI art steals from artists. You know who else steals from artists? People.
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I was single for all of my 20s and half of my 30s, so Valentine’s Day will always make me think of my friends. (Just please don’t make me say ’Galentine’s Day.’) | Tag a bestie, duh.
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Text reads:
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Fri ends
I send you a rambling voice... See more
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