Winning isn't as sweet if you don't see an enemy cry. But remember, losers wail loud no matter what.

Indigence is one of those states, politicians less likely wish to manage.

My dear poetry,There’s a likenessbetween your eyes and the stars–the same charming brilliance,my eyes have ever laid upon.

heartbeat the sound i must hearand listen

my mother is a good mathematicianshe was able to divide 3 eggsinto 8 mouths equally every day

There is nothing more magical than love. Nothing.

In poetry, the best way to say cuss words is to hide it behind metaphors.

I say, flawless poems do not exist.

Thoughts are ideas scattered in your head. When written forms a sentence. When rhymed, it forms a phrase and singing it blooms a beautiful poem.

Does poem also walk the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?