poetry and poets [Theme] Page 100

Poetry - this is our music, clothed in words, is imbued with the delicate strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore - chase critics. They - only a measly prihlebaly poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping the handle. Let the verse will seem to him ridiculous mooing, chaotic jumble of words. For us is a song of freedom from the tedious of reason, nice song, sounding on the white slopes of our amazing minds.

Poetry is the exposure.

Crazy soul of a poet
Still condemned to love:
Always, everywhere, one dream,
One constant longing,
One of the usual sadness.

"The lovely buds of may will destroy the cold evil, but in my memories you are the eternal summer". Secret admirer. Hot! Did you write that?
- This famous quote.
- Where?
- From the notes of the cliff.

From the creation so happened -
In poems and in life, all roads apart.
Who in heaven; who seeks in depth,
But most turns random.

Poets are not born by accident,
They fly to the Ground from a height,
Their lives are surrounded by great mystery,
Although they are open and simple.

Actors, musicians and poets
Healers are tired of our souls.

What could be worse for a born poet than to be born in the age of reason!

Only the nobodies, the Amateurs beat the key words, only those who quickly met, who is not given knowledge, who do not live under the yoke and the weight of the talent.

Loneliness creates original, daring, frighteningly beautiful poetry.

A writer at heart doesn't understand that life can continue and she is not ashamed to go on as usual, and after she "reprimanded", "exhausted".

Poetry is a special ability to navigate the chaos.

Shakespeare was a good white guy, but he died long ago, now it's different. I want each of you wrote your own version of this sonnet.

Real poetry doesn't say anything, it only indicates the possibility. Opens all doors. You can open any that suits you.