Short Poem Quotes

“Why this candle?
Why this cake?
The day of my birth
is not today.
I was born
when you said, 'Hey.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I wonder
if you ever read my poems
and wish
they were written
for you.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Impatience kills quickly.”
― Katerina Stoykova Klemer

“leaves glow under
a haze of sunlight,
and hang
still on a windless
day”
― Bremer Acosta, Cosmos in a Tree

“What happens when I love,
you ask, does the world start
making sense?
No, my dear, it does not.
But it won’t matter to you then.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“If your mind can move mountains
and swallow gods,
Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays
and unborn tomorrows?

If it can vomit stars
and walk on split hairs,
Why must it follow the same
path to despair?

Everyone will tell you:
'An orgasm here is just as good.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“We grow old judging others
And ourselves
Until life humbles us
And makes scared children of us
Longing to hold another’s hand
To hear their kind words
And witness their kind deeds
done on our behalf.
But like children,
We sabotage everything
For nothing satisfies us
Until life crumbles us
And we are no more.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Strolling around. Eyes met and I forgot. He didn't.
Something deeper. Something stronger.
Hands touched and I forgot. He didn't.
He loved me.
Slowly and gradually, he gave me all that he felt. But he didn't realise giving could mean giving it away. Gave all of it until it faded.
They say energy in the universe remains constant.
Now I love him. He doesn't.”
― Ranjani Ramachandran

“free from ivory-tower
the pencil twirls
across the footpath”
― Santosh Kalwar

“All this waiting.
Waiting for the rain to
stop. Waiting in traffic.
Waiting for the bill.
Waiting at the airport
for an old friend.
Waiting to depart.
Then,
there’s the big waiting:
waiting to grow up. Waiting
for love. Waiting to show your
your parents that when you
have kids you’ll be different.
Waiting to retire. Waiting for
death.
Why do we think waiting
is the antithesis of life
when it is almost
all of it?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Your eyes are like windows
To your soul, something that makes me
Think of eternity.”
― Eric Overby, Journey

“These poems are cups
that I pour my life into.
Here,
Drink!”
― Kamand Kojouri

“You just wait.
Soon,
lovers all over the world
will be reciting poems
dedicated to you.
This is my promise.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“autumn
The cheerful sundial;
it falls in the shadow
of thy leaves.
there
where your branches
brace themselves
against the gate of heaven”
― sir kristian goldmund aumann

“When you are
here,
God is
near.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Kamand,
die every day
so you remember
to live.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“next to the bed
a couple of lilies
and two cigarettes
smoke like cloud
quiet like loud
sun and fire”
― G. P. Moci, Isabella

“In the morning sun
with eyes closed
a praying mantis”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“Autumn

The cheerful sundial
it falls in the shadow
of thy leaves
there
where your branches
brace themselves
against the gate of heaven”
― sir kristian goldmund aumann

“Sometimes the grass gets mowed
at the house where the writer lives.”
― Christopher J. Jarmick, Ignition: Poem Starters, Septolets, Statements & Double Dog Dares

“Symphony of the air
my ear can hear
my only companion
a rocking chair
silence is master
wishing you were here.”
― PSYHEEL

“In an intense world
to exist subtly,
for what is life,
but a leaf in the wind.”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“The only unchanged by psyheeL :-

It rains it dries the world rotate
They come and they go it's a common fate
Human love is a colored silk , it must fade
And even it's darkest of shade
Misery and joy it's a constant change but
Between sorrows and jollity something unchanged
Nature, my love ; It remains the same.

                                ”
― PSYHEEL

“Loving someone
who doesn’t know you exist
is suicide and nobody finds your body
- The Beauty Paradox”
― China Cancio, Dark Touch

“You told me we had to stop
And left in the rain”
― Eric Overby, Senses

“¿Dónde estás, recóndita luna azul
fulgor de mi lozanía,
ojos de ultramar,
níveo semblante?
Buscando vislumbrarte por doquier
en la interminable oscuridad de mis días
no ha más que la sombra de tu celeste trasiego

Es este tu errante andar,
el extender de tus argentas manos,
las mudas reverberaciones interiores
el objeto de mi azogue”
― Martín González

“hands full
of wrinkled
sunlight and
shadow”
― Bremer Acosta, Cosmos in a Tree

“Even | The Thinnest Condom in the world | Does not make you moan less | Marvelous!”
― Sobhan Ganji, The Thinnest Condom

“Byl jsem tady ve čtvrtek,
Ty jsi tady nebyl,
tak jsem zase hned utek,
strašně jsem se zlobil.”
― Jaroslav Foglar, Celý den drobně prší: Výbor z deníků 1020-1937

“Home is not a place to stay,
It's a place one can always return to.”
― Ritu Negi