Moving Excerpts from Poetry

Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?
– Mary Oliver

To live in this world
You must be able
To do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it
Against your bones knowing
Your own life depends on it;
And when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go.
– Mary Oliver

Dying is an art
Like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I have a call.
– Sylvia Plath

In the Middle of a Line!

Clashing thoughts
Inside
Can’t be hushed,
Yet
Can’t be expressed!

I can’t write a poem
Without getting distracted
In the middle of a line
Which once I get back to
I find it no more charming!

But I am excused,
I am a poet
And not a rule can be applied
To poets,
As poets just do not fit in.

Our Different Realms

Don’t compare your realm to mine;
They are completely different.
Even if they have something in common,
You do not have the right
To mess up with my creation.

Watch out
Stay away;
I do not give excuses
Or listen to any apologies.