Poem Quotes

At last the bottom fell out.No more water in the pail.No more moon in the water.

Iron helmets will not save/Even heroes from the grave/Good man's blood will drain away/While the wickid win the day.

We need each other yet, we bleed each other of the very life we are all drowning in with one another...

Your love taught me to grieveand I have been needing, for centuriesa woman to make me grievefor a woman, to cry upon her armslike a sparrowfor a woman to gather my pieceslike shards of broken crystal

Whenever you touch a poem that caresses your soul, breathe it gently for it might be the wind that perfects your life's goal.

Time moved for you not in quotidian beats, but in the slow rhythm the ages keep –

Release-For yearsthey told you tosit.Stay.Now they open the doorand tell you toget up.Leave.Where do you gowith no oneto show youthe way?

I do not fear the nightWhen I know that todayI am bathed in a lightIt cannot be stolen away

Hang tightHold on Look upStay strongHang on Hold tightLook strongStay up One day I might breakOne day I mightb r e a kfree

They find me odd, and whisper behind hands…And my brutal desires sink hooks into their lips…

Choice-Judgement.Black coffee acidon an empty stomach.Perception.Cool, clear water.

The Pressure-Maybe one day, after centuries, we can become brilliant gemsin crystal cavesand we will be immortal after all.

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

A voice, a tone, a feelingDeep inside, growing bigger and brighter.Shining against the dark area in my soul.Telling everyone that I haven’t leftI am here!

You weresunrise to merise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

You werewater to medeep and bold and fathoming' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

Cruel, Clever Cat.Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breathNice mice to an untimely death.

You weremoon's eye to mepull and grained and mantling' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew

King John was not a good man, He had his little ways.And sometimes no one spoke to him, For days and days and days.

ILikeThe WayThat when youTiltPoemsOn their sideTheyLook likeMiniatureCities FromA long wayAway. SkyscrapersMade outOfWords.

Sprawled out on the front lawn/ looking up at an ordinary sky/ it could fall on me and some how be/ the day I didn't die.

Silly little monster” all would say.They’d scratch its head and turn awayuntil it snatched their tiny noses.They couldn’t even smell the roses!Ever after, every childdreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

There are no good tights, Rare they are, a rare sight. You roll and roll Inside a new hole, They´re only good for a fight.

Ashryver eyes.The fairest eyes, from legends oldof brightest, ringed with gold.

You tell me that yes, I can do it. I know. And I may do it, if I so choose.You tell me that no, I cannot. I say, Oh? I shall do it, since you refuse!

A poem does not radiate from the name, but the name emanates from the poem.

The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.

In a real poem a sound does not swallow a letter, but a letter swallows a sound.

Rash is he who at unknown doors relies on his good luck.

Sipping teawith gleebeneath a gooseberry tree.I wish Alice were here.Oh, my dear, do not fear, she will be.

Does poem also walk the valleys seeking tongues from dandelions?

What is poetry? Only the poetry can answer this!

The one who can draw your widest smileis also the one who can throw youto the farthest exile

You don't have to be an angel.All you need is someone who can always see your best angle.

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

I say, flawless poems do not exist.

I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.

you are as faras the moonand as closeas it feelswhen I look upon it.

Imitating others, I failed to find myself. I looked inside and discovered I only knew my name. When I stepped outside I found my real Self. ~Rumi

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem 'Can You Embrace?

i have taken life as its came to me first time i wanted to go to life .

Be nothing which thou art not

Understand the poem not the poet.

The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street — A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore Over his shoulder, like a lance, A banner labeled “Tolerance.

All that is gold does not glitterNot all those who wander are lostThe old that is strong does not witherDeep roots are not reached by the frost

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

They say Night is all black in the faceAll that glitters only adds to the graceNo attempt to success ever succeedsWithout one slogging through the blackened days"- Poem "The Beauty of Night