The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet, Tho’ winter wild in tempest toil’d, Ne’er summer-sun was half sae sweet. - The Day Returns #Poem by #RobertBurns

Courage have I to face all bitter things, That start out darkly from the rugged path, Leading to life’s achievement; not God’s wrath Would sit so heavy when my lady sings. ... -- Love’s Courage #Poem by #GilbertParker

Me the Sea-captain loved, the River built, Wealth sought and Kings adventured life to hold. Hail, England! I am Asia — Power on silt, Death in my hands, but Gold! -- Calcutta #Poem by #RudyardKipling

Hurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot! A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot. Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again ! The beggars have changed places, but the lash goes on. -- The Great Day #Poem by #WilliamButlerYeats

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen hands, Presuming me to be a mouse Aground, upon the sands. -- By the Sea #Poem by #EmilyDickinson

People say time heals all wounds, but sometimes it only teaches us how to live with them. ✍️

To be young is to dream, and I dreamed no more; I had smothered my heart as the fighter can: I toiled, and I looked not behind or before — I was stone; but I waked with the heart of a man. -- The Waking #Poem by #GilbertParker

People say everything happens for a reason, but sometimes we create the reason afterward. ✍️

From all the jails the boys and girls Ecstatically leap, — Beloved, only afternoon That prison doesn't keep. They storm the earth and stun the air, A mob of solid bliss. Alas! that frowns could lie in wait For such a foe as this! -- Saturday Afternoon #Poem by #EmilyDickinson

The deepest wounds are not made by strangers, but by the hands we once trusted to hold our hearts. ✍️

One day, you'll realize that not every goodbye was a loss; some were a rescue.

Lovers, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. -- Wind and Window Flower #Poem by #RobertLeeFrost

You promised forever, yet became the reason I stopped believing in forever. ✍️

Silence is not always emptiness. Sometimes it is where the truth finally becomes loud enough to hear. ✍️

The blude red rose at Yule may blaw, The simmer lilies bloom in snaw, The frost may freeze the deepest sea; But an auld man shall never daunton me. -- The Blude Red Rose at Yule May Blaw #Poem by #RobertBurns

Betrayal hurts not because of what was done, but because of who did it. ✍️

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. -- Ae Fond Kiss #Poem by #RobertBurns

Brown ivy old, green herbage new; Soft seaweed stealing up the shingle; An ancient chapel where a crew, Ere sailing, in the prayer commingle. -- Baby's Seaside Grave #Poem by #VictorHugo