Poetry Quotes
MOST DAYS MY LIFE CAN BE SUMMED UP IN MOVIE QUOTESANDHIP HOP AND R&B LYRICS
Lord but I dislike poetry. How can anyone remember words that aren't put to music?
Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.
be my sonata, my cantata, my lovesing me something sweetbut not too sweet(or i may grow deaf to our harmonyas we decrescendo into silence)
Music is like poetry, It can stop you thinking. But it can also open you up.
Forget scientists. The next space launch we should send up painters, poets and musicians. I’d be more interested in what they discover than anything that takes place in a test tube.
I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.
A song rises up from the belly of my pastand rocks me in the bosom of buried memories.
She was a warrior by day... playing her part. But she slept at night with wishes in her heart.
The killer whale's heart weighs one hundred kilosbut in other respects it is light.There is nothing more animal-likethan a clear conscienceon the third planet of the Sun.
When the tidal waves wildly behavingMy bare feet on the shore busy savingThe calm warmth leaking out of the sandTo let my heart feel peacefully tanned!
My heart can feel the softness of a starOnly when the moon stays afar I lay my mind on the pillow of skyWhere sleep dares not ever to pry
Starlight beats when heart twinklesYouthful sky beyond cloudy wrinklesMuse of glory to flame the nightVerse inscribed as written light
The heart, I think, which is the home of all things rhythmic, is where learned poems go to live.
The sky can never be frozen because its vastness has chosenall warmth of our lives as we look abovewith unbreakable hearts armoured in love
Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me, your poetry.
Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet’s walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart’s lies hard as rock
Celebrate my heart, at ease or on fire, in my usual featherbrained way.Horace, Roman PoetOde I-6, 23 BCE
The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting
And then, There was a loveShining so bright, That even the darkest partOf our heartsFelt the warmth
choose your words well(be honest, be true)butabove all else, be kind
Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I'm longing to explore.
When your heart starts to feel full again. I love FREE refills, and if a restaurant tries to double charge me, I refuse to write a love poem on their Yelp page.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz
I have a kind heart, I’m in love. It gets deeper with every kiss and every hug.
Poetry is more than just art, it’s like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.
When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.
With rough hands and gentle heart, I'll seduce you. You will feel my power and surrender to desire.
Even when your heart is blue, I'll safely hold it. I really don't mind these indigo-stained hands.
Oh my…!Love can be troubled somber, mournful and yet subtle and precise. Love is a chaotic thing, my dear!
A fruitless year, take a fearless heartOne that blooms late will flourish in the dark
With dark raven paper and twinkling white ink, I wrote my heart in the night’s sky.
I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.
Dreaming of another time, Dreaming of clasping your hands so tight, Dreaming of another time, Dreaming of the shipwreck that is in my heart would end
I wish to stay drenchedforeverin those rain-blue eyesin those...soul-reaching crystalsnot moving a musclenor breathingjustsavoringthis turquoise acheagainst my heart.
Dreaming of getting you I loosed everything Cheerfulness of smile And all the dreams of life
