Best Ethereal Solitude Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“Whatever I take from you, Trust me, it is not enough To build me back up. I stare into walls you build For hours on end, Just to reflect myself in cracks. A home built without love.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Tears Above a Keyboard The words you built inside a mind One day destroyed you. You became a single tear Without the memory.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Ghosts We Leave Behind When I meet you again, I will walk past you; Leaving the ghost behind That haunted me for years. I will walk fast and steady, Not looking back. May I think about today Or tomorrow? — Nobody knows.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“A HOTEL ROOM IN PARIS #31 At the bottom of the lonely window, The sky looks almost velvety lilac. While at the top, the window frame Seems to drown in front of an ocean of blue satin. White window frames in uneven walls Cast no shadow, so the light projects the soul of each traveller instead. So I sit here in silence, filtering out the noise That the boulevards inhabit and sing each day. Only the music I keep in my room, the silent solitude each one carries; Carries far and – may I hope – home soon.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The City That Holds Me The sidewalks I stumble on more than once Make me feel like I am walking home. The place cold enough to die for, Yet I walk towards the next day without freezing. The river that drowns my words, As I wander its same stretch, up and down. My chapels know my favourite corners, Where I light my candles each good Sunday.”

Poetry Nostalgia Romanticism Dark Academia Contemporary Poetry Literary Poetry Melancholic Poetry Ethereal Solitude Poetic Imagery Urban Poetry

Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Pothole in the Sky My veins ground too deep to become a statue, And the flight is delayed too late— So I take off again. I take off without the vein of the city That lifts me to heaven with a million lights And a few streets in between. The darkness blooms like a desert, And in my aeroplane, I become a small flower, Travelling too far and without sight. Clouds outside windows become a stair frame, And the dark blue of mornings drifts by, While I dream of Paris and every thought That drifted by.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The collar sleeve I hold up to wish you farewell The scars on each shirt that share a needle Becomes a sea of white in between stitches.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“A Laptop in One Room The corners I turned became a city, While remembering the sidewalks. Each street I crossed turned into art, For poets past than turned lines upside down. Horizons in blue and grey Became a shallow water's sight.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“I Am the City The spaces between streets, The lights that bloom on corners, The lines that hold us together. I may be a name, I may be a crossroad, I may be a saint. I am a city. I am a name. I am.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“White blossoms on cold sheets; Roses outside the garden's wall. Falling feels easier than growing Once you've reached each peak.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“What speaks slowly becomes bold. What begins as a letter becomes a book. Whoever crosses a line is a poet. Whoever is a poet becomes a revolt.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Paris The Seine dresses in light black, Mimicking the dark grey of the sky, And so, I drown my ink into it. Each poem becomes art, Reflecting and dancing Around my hands with care. The notes the river shares Become a painting that inspires All the great artists housed in its museums. Still, I vow and pray by its sight — Yet I dare not claim to be an artist As great as the one in sight. In Paris.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Parisian Endings Endings share a bond between right and wrong, Upon every poet who dares to cross a line. The Parisian sky glows light with blue and orange, Each hill a line of fortune, unique to every soul. Words cross the heart I call cœur, And dawn in the same eternal hues behind her. By noon, I become the city itself, Only to return as her passenger, By walking far enough to lose her.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“A Line Across the Seine Whatever I made of you Surrenders to beauty. For I am a simple line That crosses the Seine, Remembering each wave Upon the stones of light. However often the light shines Towards the blue of morning skies, I’ll be here. I’ll write.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Weight of Falling Leaves Winter swept onto my doorstep quite easily, Like it overtook every part of my heart, The moment you left my autumn to fall. So I kept things as you left them – frozen, Showing no sign of any emotion or feeling, Like the leaves that wither and die in the ice. Never fulfilling the purpose for which they fell, Yet crumbling under shoes heavier than the burden The tree gave them by letting them go. They long to be carried away by the wind or the elements, Not trapped forever in this frozen expanse of white, Beneath starry skies that gaze upon each December night. I can no longer bear to look upon them, So I set them free with a kiss to keep; Filled with the fire of your lips, finally redeemed – See how they gleam with beauty, long before spring.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“Poem with Adjustments And I write out of worry, I write out of fear, I write for writing's sake, And I drown in between these motives. I become a poet, I become a lover, I become a human, And still, I seek to become a writer. I become still in the seeking.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“My Lines My lines cross tragedy, Hope, and love; A mere poetry of life Keeps anyone alive. I may wander along, Yet I’ll be a part of it— Life—I seek.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“All The Ink I Wasted All the ink I wasted Climbing up ivory pages and cursive titles Of whoever asked to buy and sell - Words and souls and hope and pain. All the nights I spent Crying out to the world what I thought Or blaming myself for not hearing back - Worlds are crashing inside myself. All the fights I fought Calming my strife to succeed and feel Overwhelming hopes and dreams in spare - Wondering if I write my fate or dare to seal. All the wasted words Counting each number up I tried to spell Only to be reminded of despair once again - Worth is nothing nowadays with a price to sell.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“What Other Can a Man Lay but Tragedy? What other can a man lay but tragedy? No other thing would be ripe in time. Grief is a flower that blooms often, And sorrow is the rain that waters it sometimes. Each man reaps what he once sows— With pain, and some with bitter ease. The sky above every head of gloom Grows thicker with clouds and earthly deeds. The field does not bloom in summer But on the last day of every man's each.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“I Will Go Back to Paris in Spring I will go back to Paris in spring, To see its life and not the still, To watch the sky in a different hue, With the same buildings at each rue. I will walk and pass the same things by, And wonder again with a sigh. Till winter comes, it will be long, Yet I wonder when I will come back along.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“We Haunt the People We Love We haunt the people that we love, And we become ruins by doing so. Chasing them down every line, No matter if spoken or lived by it. Running in circles, remembering them, While watching ourselves turn into others' ghosts. We haunt and live— And we will outlive.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

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