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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, are of imagination all compact.
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.
A poet, you see, is a light thing, and winged and holy, and cannot compose before he gets inspiration and loses control of his senses and his reason has deserted him.
God is the perfect poet.
What is now proved was once only imagined.
All men are poets at heart.
The man is either mad or he is making verses.
Every man is a poet when he is in love.
What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone.
I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.
I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.
To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine.
A poet can survive everything but a misprint.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.
How are his poems?""He's not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.
Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach, And which a master hand alone can reach.
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikesThe Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light
I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.
I stopped losing my sleep over you...Now i lie awakein search of me!!
Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.
There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.
It's okay darling, creative people are called crazyall the time.
Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.
It was your personality that consumed me. You became my favorite. My favorite of them all…
To live day by dayIs not to live at all.
Aspirations don’t make poets, perseverance does. Flow with the emotions, let your imagination soar, find what ignites the fire within and let it go wild.
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.
Please be my friend.
This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.
No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath forever.......
Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.
I get into beatific cornucopia when I delve into books, coffee, and wanderings!
Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.
Because there are hundreds of different ways to say one thing, I, being a writer, songwriter, and poet, speak childishly and incoherently. In speech there is so much to decide in so little time.
I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.
For a poet, it will be terrible if there are no women. He will not have anything to write about.
Catch my heart and take my Hand to find yourself some Big Time Love.
I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.
ONE WORDOne word— one stonein a cold river.One more stone—I'll need many stonesif I'm going to get over.
No thought is a stupid thought, those who are thoughtless are thought of as stupid.
Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.
Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy
Being poet is my choiceless choice.
Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.
Being poet is my choicesless choice.
In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.
She asks me silly questions. Like how much do I love her?I smile and look at the sky for how do I tell her that it is she who gives me my existence...