Poetry Quotes

Does not heed to the darkWith its shimmering light, Moon quietly bathes the ocean

Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

Soft sunlight tall treeswoodsmoke impressions summery cuestossed onthis dainty patch of my recluse.~ Poem Title VERS LIBÉRÉ, Tara Estacaan

Today and every day: I offer the universe my love I offer the universe my peace I offer the universe my beauty of hope I offer the universe my deepest gratitude for her hospitality and generosity

My mind is an instrument of peaceI am the peaceMy heart sing the song of peaceMy mind dances with peaceI laugh with peaceMy soul is longing for peaceMy spirit is the source of peace.

Believe God for something today. Prayer is the key to connecting with God and allowing Him to speak to your spirit. Open your heart and free your mind.

Poetry keeps my heart neat, even when incomplete, I find peace.

There is still peace left in the world, and only those with beauty in their soul, care enough to be it.

Poetry, will you show me where your words find peace?

A poem often begins in the midst of wonderful wandering thoughts that are eager to open wings to fly in the beautiful blue sky of imagination.

Dance with the waves of sea and sing with the sky, touch the sands with love and let your mind fly high.

For a poet reality is mysterious, imaginations are magical, and perceptions are magnificent.

You are the seer, you are the scenery, and you are the poetry.

Oh the beauty of nature! Oh the magical heart touching flower.My heart wants to bloom like you with love, joy, and laughter.

Feel the kiss of ocean breeze, Hear the song of dancing waveLet your soul fly away with seagullsTo fill the heart with the joy of life.

Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns.Still pretty, But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.

We swam deep in the waves, a wild chase ..Stained with memories and pain.Who knew a gulf would lay between?Who knew loving someone, would ache?

Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight, but it's 8p.m. It's always 8p.m and you keep apologizing for it.

The dark, cold grasp you took on me, has tangled me completely

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

A thing is never untold, It is always misperceived.

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

I’ve reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem ‘Me with the Vanishing Point

Why can't we breathe now, In this moment we have breath?

Maybe I should stop while I'm aheadNay, I swim with sea-demons no sweet summer tuned radioover my sunless desertscapehow does it burn without the sun?

Abolish these categories of pain(or is it love)Let it all be one painPain swallows itself, dies like a star.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

Soaked in painmy suits remain standingwhen I take them off - hollow men beside the closet, a museum of days.

She wore her scarsas her best attire.A stunning dressmade of hellfire.

From attraction and affectionCover of perfectionFailure beyond texture to a painful lessonEverything that was from the start wasn't from the heart

I have these knives in my chest that can't become words.

You are alone, So alone, You speak back to silence.People call it loneliness, You call it solitude, Different words, Meaning the same pain.

You ask me to write you a poem, I pen you an empty ocean, You run away.You ask me who I am, I paint you a breaking sky, You weep in the rain.

2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

Stretched and skewedTap of the 8-ball and the cueScratches fall throughThey are the scars of you

Give me all your pain, I will give you all my love!

You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.

I write, write and write but I can't find words that define what I feel inside.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Should I get married? Should I be good?

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

I couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because I didn’t even know I needed you. You must have been sent to me.

My husband says spring will be early.He says this every year, And every year I disagree.He needs me, the dark side of the planetary equation.Together we make the equinox.

A loving woman finds heaven or hellOn the day she is made a bride

Great souls encouraged us to be great.

The large print giveth and the small print taketh away.

PEOPLE WITH THE SMARTEST MOUTHSHAVE THE DUMBEST BRAINS