Love Poetry Quotes

How wide is all this long pretense! There is in love a sweetness ready penned, Copy out only that, and save expense.

Poetry is fired by love.

I love poetry, but I find it so difficult to write well.

The critics could never mortify me out of heart - because I love poetry for its own sake, - and, tho' with no stoicism and some ambition, care more for my poems than for my poetic reputation.

Poetry is another space, like love, where we extend that extra credit to the writer.

She is unable to dream, think or love. In a woman, poetry never comes naturally, but always as the result of education. Only the woman of the world is a woman; the rest are simply females.

Summary riposte To the dreary wail There's no knowing what Love is all about. Poets know a lot.

Everybody can write poetry, just like everybody knows how to make love.

We're in a crisis. We're in a crisis like I don't think America has ever known in my lifetime. But we have to keep joy in our lives, love in our lives, poetry in our lives, dancing in our lives.

I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feetHas led me- who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet!

Out of love, No regrets--Though the goodnessBe wasted forever.Out of love, No regrets--Though the returnBe never.

A book of verses underneath the boughA flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thouBeside me singing in the wildernessAnd wilderness is paradise now.

To touch my person to some one else's is about as much as I can stand,

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love.

Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

I do think the barsThat kept my spirit in are burst - that IAm sailing with thee through the dizzy sky!How beautiful thou art!

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.

The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to the ocean-Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition.

O, how this spring of love resemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

I have been used to consider poetry as the food of love

I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

I like your mind when it plays with mine. We harmonize, like a dirty sweet symphony.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

I have a dark soul, that doesn't mean I don't love the sun, rainbows and things that emphasize the light.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.

You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.

Don't want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

Life without love is like a bird without feathers. Life without love is like a butterfly without wings it's the saddest of things."In this life I can live without many things love is not on that list

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright.

Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?

You think it's easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.

be my sonata, my cantata, my lovesing me something sweetbut not too sweet(or i may grow deaf to our harmonyas we decrescendo into silence)

I don't want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.

I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.

My family is like America

You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

She tells everyone she's taken. Yet her heart whispers: he's taking too long.

I'm still in love with the parts I believed to be true. All the lies that began and ended with 'I love you'.

Be careful with those promises who whisper while wooing and loving someone. There are those that take them to heart, and some who take them to soul.

You broke meI’m trying to put allthe piecesback togetherThe processis takinglonger than expected.

slow it isa slow businessto grow a few wordsto say love

Love is who you are.