Poetry Quotes

A 21st century poet is a woman who can speak her mind and stand upright like a mountain with her convictions, but can adapt like water in an ever changing season without losing her genuine elements.

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

Some people spend their whole lives seeking heaven, when all they needed to do was look about them, and embrace that which was already there.

We can burst the bonds which chain us, Which cold human hands have wrought, And where none shall dare restrain usWe can meet again, in thought.

If the sun rolled back like an eye, it would see the mind of God.

Change happens for youthe moment you want somethingmore than you fear it.

Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterfly's.

When he is most powerful, nothing does he become.

Pretense cannot sustain blind power.

It’s just another stop on the curvy roadthe final encounterfor the man who has liveddeath is the answer.

I seek no favor untouched by blood.

Poetry, above all, is a series of intense moments - its power is not in narrative. I'm not dealing with facts, I'm dealing with emotion.

This is almost always the case: A piece of art receives its f(r)ame when found offensive.

RebukeObstinate regressionbringing untold pathsof deep dark forebodingdepression...

Depths of Friendship...under fathoms deepof dark and bitter coldan eerie oscillationreverberated brash and bold...

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today....

The sky is not the limit

This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.

The world contained in a seed, Determined by its program.

When the world is too much, create your own. I do it everyday.

That old man over thereIs selling trinkets made of stonesThat old woman the entire worldIn a map without any hole!

Life is like a poetry, without meaning or purpose - it's useless.

But my world fell apart, and all they could do, the whole universe, was to silently move on.

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

In a world of lovelightning and rainbow are lovers now. They arc and strike upon the horizon of credence to rise above their cloudy vow

Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world’s perplexed journey, but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

Within my palm there is a world, a world as delicate as a bubble!

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

believe me when i say this.when you lovesomeone.you can travel the worldin their laugh.

Why are you so scared and creeping around, taking photographs all over town, pictures in the dark that live in the light, the world is my playground too and I’ll do what I like.

Adventure lies not in the places we seek, but in the moments we create in the places we treasure.

You’ve always been a stormYour lightning mouthElectrifies my heart

She senses your vulnerability, and reassures that every dream you’ve ever whispered in the night, or secret desires you dared not speak, are all within the palm of her hand

Her eyes were the color of whiskey and grace. Moments with her always felt like getting drunk on Sundays.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

My mind is like a seaYou will only drown, If you think you can swimThere are things that devours me, No love can ever save me.

Wind and breeze are separated todayCrimson twilight denies to fade away Grass blades turn brown to match the soilWe pretend to smile at every turmoil

The tragedy of love is in its ending, the blessing—everything else. No love ever deserves to end.

I see that you are heartlessly clever.For you know how to Love, but not Forever. You still return to me in flashes, so strong it clouds my Mind.The fire has turned to ashes, and yet, you’re not behind.

I finally wentwhere everyone goesand I realizedI wasnevermissingout.

What air is there left to breathe

the song of the deadheavy as rain on the wide banana leaveshard as drums

Knowing you, I understood myself.

Sadness is an invitation to God.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.

Did you tell them that you made love to the poet?Did you tell them that our lovechild is an elegy?

...and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...