Poetry Life Quotes

The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.

Lots of the time, we just think of the Bible as history or life lessons or poetry or - unfortunately - a collection of 'thou shall' and 'thou shalt nots!' All those elements are part of Scripture.

Poetry isn't an activity, it's a way life is lived.

Virginity is the poetry, not the reality, of life.

As men advance in life, all passions resolve themselves into money. Love, ambition, even poetry, end in this.

During the last years of Mayakovski's life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.

It's not surprising to me that books ended up playing a central role in my life, but it is somewhat mysterious that poetry did.

You don't help people in your poems. I've been trying to help people all my life - that's my trouble

The beauty of reality-based art - art underwritten by reality hunger - is that it's perfectly situated between life itself and (unattainable) "life as art".

After my marriage ended, I had an urge to skip that part of my life completely in terms of poetry, not publish anything at all about it.

Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.

I feel deep gratitude for the life poetry has allowed me to live. I know the life I could have lived without it. Both on the physical plain, and the soul plain. Poetry helps us endure.

A stress on the system and I think a painful thing for many young poets who are looking to find a life in poetry that they're not going to be able to find.

think what you hope for is that at different times of your life you're able to write the poetry that reflects the moment that you're in on your own journey.

At McCormick Theological Seminary I had to take Hebrew, so I began to read prophetic poetry, and suddenly it became the life I wanted to spend.

It may be said that an education which does not succeed in making poetry a resource in the business of life as well as in its leisure, has something the matter with it.

Life makes writing poetry necessary to prove I really was paying attention.

I blessed the power which has filled my life with poetry.

I grew up in a sad, depressed place. I got out. Poetry saved my life.

I can find some way to make poetry out of my life's experiences.

Take the sweet poetry of life away, and what remains behind?

Life is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality.

I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.

Written soul is called poetry

Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

I bleed to un-break you, un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Careful.The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I love being able to see an un-written future.

I will never take what is never given, but I will receive to what is given.

I'm an open book in a closed room.

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.