Poet Quotes

Poetry is not an art, it's a symptom.

Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies

ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink.

Any hand can condem, but it takes a helping hand to build.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

God doesn't listen to me too, but people have their suspicions. सुनता तो रब हमारी भी नहीं, पर लोगों को अल्लाह पे शक बेशक है

I am nothing but a ripped fabric stitched together by God's grace.

Use all the ugliness you’re feeling to make something beautiful

If I’m writing, at least I don’t feel as paralyzed.

Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

I write to understand what I know.

Education is liberation, knowledge is power.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun?In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength?That's how a King holds his Queen.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

You call me at 12am or 3am I will pick up your call. Once I make a commitment, I don't go back!

One may never get to know how fast the time travels till the one gets in that position to race against the time.

Go for it because for all those moments that you would make up your mind the other might have already rushed for it.

Time is the real emperor and there is no space for any pride since time flies and blows away anything.

Till the time you realize your conquest you already reach that stage when you start losing the grip.

A poet is someone whose words can grasp & pull the thread of a person's soul & make them unravel with delight.

They say copying is a form of flattery, I say it's lack of originality.

I get into beatific cornucopia when I delve into books, coffee, and wanderings!

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

The moon is my fear.The sun is my heart afire.The stars, my love songs.

You cannot free someonewho is caged intheir own self.

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me.It was when i let you.

I was lost for too longbut when i found you, i could feel it in my bones.You were my home.

Take me to your darkest cornersand watch your demonssurrender to mine..

Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.

I am no one's to be claimed, I belong to me.

I stopped losing my sleep over you...Now i lie awakein search of me!!

It's okay darling, creative people are called crazyall the time.

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...

If we learn to love someone for their imperfections that reflect our own, we eventually appreciate the thought that even the most beautiful things are damaged

And then it dawned on me that the greatest love stories in the world never have happy endings.

You made a poet fall in love with the world.

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them.

You can't break up with a soul mate.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

It’s too bad war gets all the attention

I'll always be the yearning poet bleeding ink chasing stars drunk on dreams.

What do you do when you cannot see any light? Where do you go when you cannot see any path? So I became the wanderer and wandering became my destiny!

Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!