Those who look up
With their heads in the clouds
rely merely on luck.
–
Those who look down
Are those who find
the coins on the ground.
~Scarlette F.R.
The treacherous hill…
whether to climb?
Will there be breeze,
a view sublime?
–
Or will we grow tired
in no time at all?
Not reach the top?
Not risk the fall?
–
Right now I’m dreaming
planning ahead,
packing, and thinking
of what you just said.
–
My wanderlust has woken,
has pushed me aside.
My mind has spoken,
my heart must decide.
~by Velvet M.C.
…
Note: I am currently in love for the first time, and I needed to express my feelings in verse! So I apologize if this poem is clichéd and cheesy, but that is my mood right now 😀
by Velvet M.C.
“If your only tool is a hammer, you will see every problem as a nail.”
“Is Goodness really so far away? If I simply desire Goodness, I will find that it is already here.”
~Confucius trans by Van Norden, Bryan W.; Ivanhoe, Philip J.
So many images
of happiness that my parents lived
show more color in my trembling hands
Than a Renaissance painting
or a bright bird or flower.
The color of memories––
Forever Young.
~by Scarlette F.R.
“Young men think old men are fools, but old men know young men are fools.”
~George Chapman
by Starell
Wake me up
I seem to have grown old
With sleep
And long to be young
Again
In dreams
Wake me up
I’m fast asleep
Trapped in a nightmare
Of reality
Longing to return
To dreams of sugarplums
Be ye not like a feather at each wind,
And think not every water washes you.
~Dante’s Divine Comedy, Paradiso, Canto V
(translation by Henry W. Longfellow)
by E. E. Cummings
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