Poems Quotes

It is so hard to stay afloat in a world that just wants to drown you.

I have written in my life many critical poems, but viewed in retrospect, they were merely a human harmless reflection, and not a true likeness of the real society of today.

Because I found the strength to do the things I believe in, and the will to stop doing the things I don't believe in.So I have discovered what it means, to be at peace.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...

A Poet never denies creativity entrance.

Of everythingI have ever endured, YOUareMy Favourite Tragedy.

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhereMaking love while we let the midnight airFlow through the open window, into our closed heartsLeft bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds

everything that is scatteredcomes together in wordseverything that is lostcomes back in poetry.

Books have power to bring you glory or doom, it all depends on perception.

Yet, the man never goes slow! Feted against all the odds.How? Nobody knows.Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes...

My beloved isn't dazzling light, Darkness is my beloved – The reason I'm so fond of her…

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough, I knewI was in love.

Be careful what you say and do around a writer

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

words are a border collie’s worst nightmare.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.

My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

I sat in a boxWith walls on each side.Not too tall.Not too wide.To think.To ponder.To pray.To hide.I sat in a box and cried.

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.

You start to live when you commit your life to cause higher than yourself. You must learn to depend on divine power for the fulfillment of a higher calling.

I still can remember some of the poems and proverbs, I learnt in my childhood.

Will and Love practicedto invoke her Majesty KundaliniIn the world where Adepts die and bloom as LotusesThe perfection of Union is Silence

The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

I call you my soulmate because I lost myself in you and then found myself through you. Sure, when you are gone, I will be a fraction but the common denominator has always been me.

Since it has quietly began to snow, new distances have awakened within me.

Pages burnt, memories buried, I wakeor think I'm awake. Or dreaming still?

What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

oh. she heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and still the hot muck pours out of you. (p. 27)

Once we merge with the CoreTrusting the efficiencyOf our Soul’s intentThe Flow becomesThe only possible direction

… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts, and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers

Devil’s WishA bowl of spellsSwirls a mixSmoke and bubblesSeek the fixYoung boy's eyeAnd fever fewWitches grassSome mandrake root

PeterSwirling dreamsDragons knewTouching life to winDeep inside many other worldsWhere should we begin?