Langston Hughes, Dreams (via blogut) (via quote-book)
“ Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow ”
Langston Hughes, Dreams (via blogut) (via quote-book)
“ When we meet in sleep
they aren’t dreams, but memories
we have yet to make. ”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“ In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me. ”
Nizar Qabbani, In the Summer (via blogut) (via quote-book)
“ For all that you are
and everything that you do,
I’m thankful, for you. ”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“ The only four words
that I wish to hear from you
are “Of course I do. ”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“ With only a sigh
I hear every single thing
you won’t say to me. ”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“ I think snowflakes wait
for you to come out, so they
can float to your tongue. ”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.
When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the caged yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,
He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.
He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.
But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.
Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.
But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the breeze
A hundred miles away.by Robert Frost
“ You bring me a calm,
quiet stillness to my mind.
You are peace to me. ”
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
“ do you remember, brother
those days in the wood
when you ran with the deer —
falling bloody on my doorstep at dusk
stepping from the skin
grateful to be a man?
and do you know, brother
just how I longed
to wrap myself in the golden hide
smelling of musk
blackberries and rain?
tell me that tale
give me that choice
and I’ll choose speed and horn and hoof —
give me that choice
all you cruel, clever fairies
and I’ll choose the wood
not the prince. ”
