Poems List

When the autumn meets the tranquillity, there you can see the King of the Sceneries!

Few men during their lifetime come anywhere near exhausting the resources dwelling in them. There are deep wells of strength that are never used.

Trains, cars and every kind of vehicles do not only carry people, but they also carry people’s heavy thoughts and hidden hopelessnesses.

In any society, the artist has a responsibility. His effectiveness is certainly limited and a painter or writer cannot change the world. But they can keep an essential margin of non-conformity alive. Thanks to them the powerful can never affirm that everyone agrees with their acts. That small difference is important.

Be brave enough to live creatively. The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. You cannot get there by bus, only by hard work, risking and by not quite knowing what you are doing. What you will discover will be wonderful; yourself.

Open the curtains of your mind, my friend; let the world know who you are! Do not hide your ideas; set them free, let them free! Open the curtains! Feel no fear! If there is truth in your ideas, you become invincible!

If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul. People smoke to celebrate a happy moment, or to hide a bitter regret. Whether you're alone or with friends, it's a joy for all the senses. What lovelier sight is there than that double row of white cigarettes, lined up like soldiers on parade and wrapped in silver paper? I love to touch the pack in my pocket, open it, savor the feel of the cigarette between my fingers, the paper on my lips, the taste of tobacco on my tongue. I love to watch the flame spurt up, love to watch it come closer and closer, filling me with its warmth.

sometimes we focus too much on the dead... that we forget about the living...! love your peers, love your friends, love your family, and most importantly... love yourself !

There is no surer way to misread any document than to read it literally. As nearly as we can, we must put ourselves in the place of those who uttered the words, and try to divine how they would have dealt with the unforeseen situation; and, evidence of what they would have done, they are by no means final.

The more peaceful you are, the more beautiful your face becomes; the more violent you are, the uglier your face becomes!

If a railroad is bent, the train shall turn over; if a man’s character is bent, he shall turn over just like that train.

Try to take for a mate a person of your own neighborhood.

Success is when you have stretched your limits even by a whisker...

It all depends on how we look at things, and not on how they are themselves.

Hardly you can see someone on the streets of truth.

Acquisition means life to miserable mortals.

By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.

A woman can love twice in her lifetime the first time with innocence and the second time with her heart after that there is nothing left

A child is like a can opener, You can open their minds with knowledge

The fool knows after he's suffered.

Books are the carriers of civilization. Without books, history is silent, literature dumb, science crippled, thought and speculation at a standstill. I think that there is nothing, not even crime, more opposed to poetry, to philosophy, ay, to life itself than this incessant business.

Who would have known? I was walking in a mall and between the crowd of shoppers shoving around and wandering about their business my eyes meet a familiar face. A face I haven't seen in years. Our gazes meet. We stare for mere seconds before the both of us look away pretending one hadn't seen the other and we quickly disappear into our now separate lives. But when I went home, I still had the Best Friends necklace you gave me in Elementary and the Senior ring we had in high school , stuffed in some drawer beneath clothes and books gathering dust as the years rolled by. I still have that photo album that starts with our picture as little girls dressing up as princesses to the day we held certificates with our gowns on. All through that journey we had been hand in hand from our first day of school to our first fight to prom night. From skipping class to plotting against teachers to every crush we had. Every exam we failed and every rule we broke. The times we sat together in detention and the times we never bothered showing up. All the hard times we pushed through and all the success we celebrated. Every fire alarm, birthday candle and breakup. We've been with each other through all and more until the day college split us apart. Your texts became shorter and your calls became rare. And I wonder how brutal graduation was for ripping us apart like that. Yesterday inseparable sisters, today a stranger.

Badness you can get easily, in quantity; the road is smooth, and it lies close by, But in front of excellence the immortal gods have put sweat, and long and steer is the way to it.

When the truth is concealed, mistakes are repeated in the future and the ghost of the catastrophic doom of the past resurrect; bringing in it wake the now inevitable doom. Only but the truth was concealed.