I Think I Fell in Love Again Maybe I Took Too Much Cough Medicine
It's no secret that I love poesy. Like, if I could wake upward and eat poetry for breakfast, tiffin, and dinner, I probably would. (Okay, sometimes I do). I've put together a listing with quotes from some of my favorite poets, and permit me tell you, *feels* will be felt. All feels relevant.
"You could necktie my tongue
My lips, my teeth
Split them into surrender
Into a foreign language
And I would still manage
To cough upwardly your proper noun."
– Danielle Shorr, "Let"
"Here I love you.
Here I honey y'all and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still amid these common cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors."
– Pablo Neruda, "Here I Beloved You lot"
"They don't know I only speak in runaway train stations
and everybody is e'er a few minutes also late to the platform.
No i has e'er gotten the gamble to get too shut
because information technology is never romantic to fuck the daughter who makes love to her own sadness every single nighttime."
– Katelin Wagner, "Disappearing Acts (afterward Miles Hodges)"
"You cracked hourglass, with sand spilling from behind your ribs: you wasted my time."
– Rudy Francisco, "Scars"
"He texts me about all the fun he's having merely I'yard the kickoff person he tells most a paper cutting. My sister compares her torso to a junkyard and I find bits of fleck metal beneath her bed from boys who bury promises in her belly. Maybe love ruins yous a petty bit. Maybe we don't care. We are and then young to hate everything so much. Tin recite the periodic table from retention but nonetheless can't quite believe it when they say that they dear us, as well.
– Kristina Haynes, "The Yr of Our Disbelief"
"When a boy tells you he loves you lot for the first time
only to become silent like a folded sheet of tissue newspaper
not wanting y'all to decrease him into the truth,
do not crack your face up into the fullest crescent moon at the tapered bottom of a blackened heaven.
He never meant a single word of any of it.
He is just a boy,
remember?
Only a boy,
do you lot remember?"
– Edwin Bodney, "When a Boy Tells You lot He Loves You"
"You but need to know this is the first fourth dimension I've ever done this without looking for an get out row.
And I'm pretty sure my seat can't float but I've already fallen from the sky for you,
Already said no to the parachute,
Already told my mother you lot curse like a sailor and you love similar the state of war is finally over and you have just come home and you are running down the dock in the harbor and you lot're screaming my name.
Y'all're screaming "dear"
and I'thousand screaming "don't trip"
and y'all're screaming "honey love"
and I'm screaming "infant don't autumn downwardly"
I am running for your blood-red lips
I am running for your cherry eye
With my cherry-red middle
Red as a Mississippi sunset
Honey"
–Andrea Gibson, "Dearest"
"See, the 17 yr quondam daughter in me cruel in love with your silent eyes. I imagine they looked the same when you were convinced of your own brokenness. I imagine your lashes wrote anthologies every fourth dimension they kissed your cheeks; peradventure that'south why I heard a century of voices in your serenity. Every unspoken role of y'all sang symphonies when we touched and I constitute myself wanting to be a musician all over once more."
– Aman Batra, "When The Timing Isn't Right, Neither Is The Human being"
Our love is hitchhiking beyond the California desert
and no one is slowing down. Is a lie still a lie
if you lot say it pretty? You're proverb you don't know
what you want and I'one thousand picking pieces of glass
from your throat. Something is burning but I tin't
tell what it is. I've had a nightmare every nighttime
since I was a kid and it always ends the aforementioned.
I can't breathe and I can't move and I am stuck
in this place without air in my lungs. This is all to say
I think I knew you earlier I knew my own proper noun.
– Fortesa Latifi, "1-10"
"You lot are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a called-for house
says you are blinding him
that he could never get out you
forget y'all
desire anything but you lot
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or afterward y'all
is doused in your name."
– Warsan Shire, "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love"
"Nosotros spelled love g-i-v-e. I never wanted to hide my body from him. If I could have I would have given information technology all away with the residue of me. I did not know information technology was possible to save some things for myself."
– Sarah Kay, "Individual Parts"
"This is a dying fleck of love,
virtually a drunken homo, and a broken woman,
taking steps into the forest,
trying to think the days,
when the moon was full."
– Rachel Blattstein, "Moon"
"I kiss temporary lips with permanence
Hoping that I can train them to stay
I love temporary people with permanence
Hoping that I tin train them not to leave
And when they practice
I claim to accept seen it coming
I am incapable of forgetting
A scrapbook retentiveness of skin and heartbeat
Of impact and moments
I know non to look directly into eyes
For they can be blinding
And I still
Do it anyway"
– Danielle Shorr, "I Will Regret This In The Forenoon"
"And you will effort on my courage and come across how bad it hurt the day you said you were calling information technology quits.
I don't remember why you left
Or why you came back.
I don't know how many years have passed.
I'm not really sure years passed at all.
All I know is the pelting falls;
Y'all kiss me like a rain fall"
– Alysia Harris, "Death Poem"
"I realized that the act of falling in honey is not so much a falling as a desperate, terrifying jump off the highest building around, the kind of jump that ends in not just a single casualty, but two."
– Meggie Royer, "Not So Much Falling In Beloved Every bit Leaping Into Information technology"
"and I pick
up her lovely
dress,
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
fries of blinking things,
idols, pills, breadstuff,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird gamble,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
simply
they will non
give her back to me."
– Charles Bukowski, "For Jane: With All the Dearest I Had, Which Was Not Enough"
"He used to love me,
and now
he'south just a stranger
who happens to know
all my secrets."
– Clementine Von Radics, "Information technology'south Just So Strange"
"Only ane girl has ever really wrapped my breadbasket into pretzels.
She didn't give me butterflies.
She gave me pterodactyls.
I'm talking terrible internal bruising and the starting time time I kissed her was like the first time I saw fireworks,
which was like the sky kickoff kissing me in the eyeballs."
– Watsky, "Nothing Like The Start Time"
"I want a beloved that makes me demand to alter my cell phone calling program
To something allows me to talk to her longer
'crusade in all honesty, I want to avert one of them high cell phone bill blazon loves
And I want a beloved that makes me regret how modest my hands are
I mean the lines on my palms don't give me enough time
To love you as long as I'd similar to type love"
– Shihan, "This Type Love"
"Your voice is the simply warning that I'll actually wake up to.
Your express mirth is that one song they play way as well much on the radio, only for some reason, I still love it.
Your smile is the only matter that makes me hate mornings a little less.
Your easily are my security, similar knowing that even when I bulldoze you nuts, y'all're yet gonna reach for me.
And my arm ever falls asleep when you do because I only desire to be able to hold y'all even in your dreams."
– Sy Stokes & Ari Eastman, "Caress Poem"
"Because I could set a watch past the times I think virtually you lot. You take get a benchmark in my life. The familiar thing I hope to catch in my rearview mirror when I am driving at dark.
You are withal a mark in the distance I can employ to find my way. When your ghost comes around he is all the same comforting, familiar, fleeting.
When your memory finds me, you yet feel like home."
– Chrissy Stockton , "Aurora Borealis" 
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Source: https://thoughtcatalog.com/ari-eastman/2015/02/21-heart-punching-quotes-that-will-make-you-fall-in-love-with-poetry/
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