Poems Quotes

A wise man is someone who knows how to convert obstacles into resources.

For all those who say its a Man world. Respect Women Its their World we are just guest here

MISUNDERSTANDING" arises only when you see the things with Closed Eyes

The only difference between success and failure is Lack of Vision

Two powerful factors which creates difference between destroying your relationship and deepening it are EGO and Attitude

TAKE Risk because you never know how absolutely perfect something could turn out to be..

As long as we have MEMORIES, yesterday REMAINS and as long as we have HOPE, tomorrow AWAITS...

YOU have to design your own Price tag for the world.

Only Boiled Seeds are afraid of failure.

No matter what goals you set to accomplish always remember there is a thing known as Life which you should never forget to live and enjoy

Don’t be afraid of failures it takes courage to try new things & only those who try create miracles.

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future

IF you want to be a winner than follow one simple rule and feed it in your mind. Take each task and work as " Do it yourself project.

Sometimes life is like living in a chamber of Liquid Oxygen. Liquid don't allow you to live and Oxygen don't let you die.

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy

Caution: Poems are sweeter than chocolates.

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead

We had a kettle

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words.

I see that you are heartlessly clever.For you know how to Love, but not Forever. You still return to me in flashes, so strong it clouds my Mind.The fire has turned to ashes, and yet, you’re not behind.

I finally wentwhere everyone goesand I realizedI wasnevermissingout.

Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

technology murdered childhood.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

A spark of every fire we seek is already within us.

When she smiled at me, I felt unborn poems stirring within.

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

Where Do You Show Up to Share What You Have to Offer?When You Love What You Do-You Share It Daily

For every moment of suffering, Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

The sun doesn’t live in England

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.

Great literature makes a great life.

My demons creep like a pedo in a park full of kids. Each one reminding me of the consequences, what I didn’t do, or did.

While he sweated out a story she bled put a poem. (Dark City Lights)

No matter how many romantic poems you recite, no matter how many glorious tales of love you read, how can you really understand the condition if you've never found yourself in it?