You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.
Poetry keeps my heart neat, even when incomplete, I find peace.
Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?
I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.
Poetry is more than just art, it’s like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.
I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.
Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.
I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her.
You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.
The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.
I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.
You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.
I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.
If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.
Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.
We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.
Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.
Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.
Does anybody remember the day when family was family, a woman was a woman, and a man was a man?
I cry looking at our reality, through slave eyes. I bet they would say our generation has crossed the line.
Poetry’s circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Let thy words be few. I agree, but only if my ink can relentlessly run.
One word can turn into a book just as one poem should never be overlooked.
It’s never too late to get down on your knees and pray.
Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.
No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!
I think about and consider God’s feelings before the people’s or even my own.
Loves JudgeA man once hunted; saved by a woman; summoned for past judgment, could only say,“For love, it was all worth it.
Can somebody please explain how humans can be so inhumane?
Beautiful princesses and beautiful, strong queens are brainwashed into thinking ho’s and B****’s are virtuous titles.
Lily white’s petals are at my feet anticipating the moment in which adventure and odyssey meet.
I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.
Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.
In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.
Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.
A relationship is more likely to succeed if positive attributes are confidently set in place and adhered to.
Perfect bliss, from just the thought of you next to me.
If I can’t spend the rest of my life with you, I will live alone.
I’m a man of integrity. My heart is locked and I have given you the only key.
Love is serious and tolerant. Magnificent and noble.
I think people should put more emphasis on love, family, and caring for other people. We focus so much on the negative and bad in life, we need to focus more on the positive and happy things.
When we were kids I begged cupid to come and shoot me.
Poetry fights against the injustice of this world. Poetry’s truths are ageless.
Poetry listens to me when I am silent and understands me when no one else seems to be able to.
I love poetry, but I often wonder how poetry feels about me.
To me and the rest of the world your poetry is a gift.
A rebel to what’s cool, I don’t follow trends, maybe that’s why I don’t have many friends, but I know my destination.
Be yourself. Trust me, you don’t want to be anyone else because they are not you and you are special.
If only I had wings, I would not hesitate to fly away from my mistakes.
The dictionary feeds me daily, thesaurus always adds the gravy, big words I bite, so very tasty.
Stop the tape, cut the paper! I will just write another poem and grab a microphone and push record again!
Miracles happen, lyrical inhalation of poetry, you will not stop my words from breathing.
My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness!
Forever, if she promises to never part the ocean where the river sings.
I make wishes, but she says never be afraid to take chances.
Fathers are no longer men, most are only boys who pretend.
If poetry escapes my mouth then it shall seek comfort in your heart. Will you keep it safe?