Poetry Love Quotes

Poetry Love Quote of the day

They have the guns, we have the poets. Therefore, we will win.

What you have to realize when you write poetry, or if you love poetry, is that poetry is just naturally the greatest god damn thing that ever was in the whole universe

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

Love is the poetry of the senses.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

Love grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint.

I think many people love poetry who don't know they love it. People are sometimes afraid of poetry, or they've been introduced to poetry that doesn't speak to them.

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

Impulsive passion please set me free.

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.

Poetry in love is no more to be avoided than jealousy.

I'm an actress, primarily. I love to write poetry. I've been writing poetry since I was 12 years old.

Is not poetry the food of love?

Political means so many things. We are political willy-nilly. Political poetry is an easy invitation to disaster. But then so is love poetry. But we are a little more patient with bad love poetry.

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.

True love finds its own waysTo spread goodness, always.

Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heart beats and poet-less words for me? [ i do…]

You read my words and instantly we are both connected

why do people pour water on concrete expecting something to grow from it" AP

Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need.

When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. “& I love Wordplay

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

Everything is connected. We see the signs every moment. There are miracles waiting to happen!

Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry from divine source. AA

Love did not die. I still create your image to my heart every solitary night.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Understand the poem not the poet.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

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

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

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