Poetry in Fingertips

I've been feeling inspired lately.
So, I'm going to share you some of my poetry and then I'll show you some poems I found that were breathtaking.
Here goes nothing.
Or something.

Snow melted pages

                                  stuck to the seams.

 

 Just like black is to white

                   and smells like ink.

 

                                               Find passion in the evergrowing tree

blink away the goodbyes hidden in me.

 

blink away the goodbyes hidden in

ME

 

 

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Struggling to find yourself in the hands

of unforgiving time.

Trying to find reason

when there is no reason or rhyme.

 

Staring behind walls of g r a n i t e ,

Staring behind walls of e m b e r s ,

 

running away January,

all the way to December.

 

Hands in Hands in Hands they link...

Dripping remnants of melting ink.

 

Chasing time until it stops,

Such is life in between the hands of a clock.

 

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"The first day after a death, the new absence
Is always the same; we should be careful

Of each other, we should be kind
While there is still time."

-- Philip Larkin

 

"I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind. "

 

-- Pablo Neruda

 

"My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."

 

--W.H.Auden

 

"We, too, can divide ourselves, it's true.
But only into flesh and a broken whisper.
Into flesh and poetry."

                                                    --Wislawa Szymborska

"then the voice in my head saidWHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE

OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS
REVOLT AGAINST IT

WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE"

 

--Frank Bidart

 

"We are poor passing facts..."

 

-- Robert Lowell

 

"Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color. "

 

-- W.S Merwin

 

"The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet—"

 

-- Issa

 

"We all have reasons

for moving. I move

to keep things whole."

 

--Mark Strand

 

"She was the sentence the cancer spoke at last,Its blurred grammar finally clarified."

 

-- "At the Hospital" by David Ferry

 

 

 

These are all remarkable writings that have inspired me and moved me in ways I cannot explain.

May my love for poetry never die out.

When I'm at loss for words,

Poetry finds them for me.

When I cannot fathom my thoughts or emotions,

Poetry puts them to good use.

The art of poetry,

I hope you appreciate it.

 

You have a favorite poem?

Please share.