poetry and poets [Theme] Page 101

Well, you're a poet... Barely a soul in a black body.
You took a vow to make a choice, breaking the seal.
We can forget all that sang as best they could.
But those who are silent, let us not to forgive.

Love of poetry goes pop in the kidneys!

... rhythm and rhyme are partly rivet our attention, enticing us to willingly follow the telling, partly, thanks to them, we have a blind predshestvuet any judgment consent to the telling of...

Selfless lie is not a lie, it's poetry.

Every word is an abyss of space, every word is limitless, as a poet.

A real poet is a person who snatches from the fire a burning ember and write them in clear handwriting.

Poetry is all. Not one person.

To become poetry, must now come to an end, pass. Well the past is experienced as a loss. But this quality of nostalgia is in the very nature of photography, which always in the past, always unique and always a testimony of loss. Picture - the experiences, the past moment, and poetry to experience such moments. Photography in the broad sense (not necessarily artistic) prone to nostalgia, and lyrical poetry.

What is poetry? Here's what: the Union of two words of which no one suspected that they can talk and that, United, they will Express the new secret whenever they utter.

Poets praise all cherish - only magazines...

Inspiration is needed in poetry, as in geometry.

Poetry is prose among the fine arts.

Kissing Jude closed the mouth of the poets.

Hay in the mind of some poets apparently really like the Pegasus.