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A Quote by Rachel Louise Carson on disaster, earth, poem, robert frost, and superhighway

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost's familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road—the one "less traveled by"—offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth.

Rachel Carson (1907 - 1964)

Contributed by: ~Matthew

A Quote by Charles Ghigna on poetry, poem, poems, metaphor, whispers, wonder, and spiders

A POEM IS A SPIDER WEB

 

A poem is a spider web

Spun with words of wonder,

Woven lace held in place

By whispers made of thunder.

Charles Ghigna

Contributed by: Father Goose

A Quote by Tina on christina, pagliarulo, famous, quotes, poem, one, liner, inspirational, christian, religous, motivaional, prayer, people, life, lessons, new, hampshire, myspace, myyearbook, facebook, comments, srory, written, novel, read, climax, susp

Life is what you make it will your story have a peak, a conflict, suspence, action, a climax, and a conclusion? Or will you live your life keeping it safe and never taking any risks?  Ask yourself: if your life story were written, would you read it?

Christina Pagliarulo

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A Quote by Tina on christina, pagliarulo, most, famous, quotes, poetry, aol, google, yahoo, best, poem, one, liner, quote, inspiration, motivation, about, love, relationships, breaking, up, saddness, hurt, crying, pain, loss, romance, romantic, toes, cer

You kiss the back of my neck

I'm spinning to the ground

You run your strong fingers down my back

I can't hear a sound

You whisper things to me

So sweet I can taste your words

You're so close to me

I can feel our souls touching

You draw circles in my palm

Your love warms me to my toes, this I will never forget.

You loved me even if it was only for a minute

I hold onto that minute every night

You needed me even if only for a moment

I still hold onto that moment inside.

Christina Pagliarulo

Contributed by: Tina

A Quote by George Gordon, Lord Byron on love, poem, beauty, night, skies, and starry

             
She walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

Source: She walks in Beauty

Contributed by: HO

A Quote by Laurence Overmire on poem, poetry, poet, art, endangered species, earth, wildlife, and planet

ODE TO AN ENDANGERED SPECIES

Will you not leave us here too long
We have not paid attention
To squander the best of the world
A pity we do not understand
Ourselves
No more you fly in the wind
No more the buoyant ripples on a pristine pool
The splash of color in a worn-tore land
No more
The survivor's sad lament
Yet no weeping will there be when
Your perfect, singular form
Vanishes
The muted salting of a wounded Earth
And all that is and all that ever was will
In some way be
Diminished
For the loss, though unnoticed
Will be recognized
In the stillness of eternal night.

Laurence Overmire

Source: Poet, Playwright, Actor, Educator, Genealogist

Contributed by: WideAwake

A Quote by Madeleine Aaron on illusion and poem

How many birds in cages die
Thinking a ceiling is the sky.

Madeleine Aaron

Source: Contemporary Kansas Poetry - 1927

Contributed by: Danno

A Quote by zaadzster_1 on white rose, poem, and spanish

Cultivo una rosa blanca
En julio como en enero,
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca.

Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazón con que vivo,
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo,
Cultivo una rosa blanca.

José Martí

Source: Versos Sencillos

Contributed by: Nachtmusik

A Quote by Vanna Bonta on poem, meaning, thought, poetry, art, and words

The true poem rests between the words.

Vanna Bonta

Contributed by: andre

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