Poetry Quotes

Great God, Great faith.Great faith, Great spirit.Great spirit, Great soul.Great soul, great life.Great life, great deeds.Great deeds, great blessings.

She has one hell of a dark soul, but damn, it’s so full of light!

While they all ink their skin, I crave something permanent within.Bare your soulOpen your heartTattoo your love within.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

It's easy to hide behind a smile, that's why it is so important to search instead inside the eyes.

I know a beautiful soul when I feel one. The empath in me honors the authentic in you.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

I did not willingly let half of my soul leave my body. It was torn from me. I still hear the ransomed moans. It calls to me for rescue, yet clings to its abductor.

Don't need a magic carpet to soar or wings to fly. I simply close my eyes and place my soul against the sky.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

I have a dark soul, that doesn't mean I don't love the sun, rainbows and things that emphasize the light.

Where the mountain crosses.On top of the mountain, I do not myself know where.I wandered where my mind and my heart seemed to be lost.I wandered away.

Our souls fell in love long before we ever knew.

Our answer, our opportunity, our chance to change the world has to come from the poetry that is already written on the walls of the soul.

You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.

Let me not fear defeat or death, Let me not fear being forgotten, Let my defiance sustain my soul, Let it remain with me ever after.Poem: Prayer to the God of Rebellion, in ‘Chameleon Lights

There is no money in poetry, but then there is no poetry in money.

Do you think your soul is more beautiful than your body?

Now I know I'm not broken, For the stars within my soul, Have just built constellations, To keep me feeling whole.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

Whenever I lose my mind in God's word, I find my heart.

Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax criesfor ignitable wickJealous people burnto make your heart feel sick

Literature will save me it's the only certainty i am sure of.

To discover the source of this alchemical love within is to uncover the deepest secrets of the soul. It is to unearth and align with the ultimate truth of who we are.

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

He didn't have to say much, It was all in his eyes ~ He didn't have to do much, It was enough, just to be at his side.

Existence is where the soul goes to learn how to interpret itself again.

Every known thing used to be unknownAnd every rock could become a stone Someday nature will have to atone When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone

They say this soul hunting will cost me my sanity, i say i'd go insane if i stop.

I'm a peasantI'm the muzhikA pest you're destined to play the musicAnd yes it's pleasant to say it's beauty I'mIndebted to rest respecting it truly

It's true that a picture is worth a thousand words, but it's also true that a word is worth a thousand pictures.

Tensurrealism creates actual and non-compromised reality, jamboree, fervor, fascination, poetics of an active enthusiasm, interludium, lyrical practice, active happiness.

Facts produce structures, objects are lyrical realities.

Art is a game. Poetry as well. At the end of the day, you either know how to play it or not.

Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.

Ha! spring arrived on her sweet scented palanquin, carried by the spirited Zephyrus and his coir with their murmuring music undulated in its own softness and fondled the leaves to astir.

A picture is a voiceless poem, a poem is a vocal picture.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

How lucky I am to lose sleep over such a work of art.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!

You'll live through my words and my pictures, and I'll live somewhere the skies are blue.

that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith

Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.

A chord that becomes a melodious delusion, In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted, In yellow I existed, with digoxin’s deadly illusion, Like Van Gogh’s stars in a bright night untainted.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

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Some thoughts you underestimate but may be capable of energizing the world. Never delay to put your thoughts into words.