Poetry Quotes

I wish for magic this season, laughter and fun.I wish for mistletoe kisses-those sparkly ones.

I can weave words together and create magic, it's like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.

Fact is not truth, but a poet who willfully defies fact cannot achieve truth.

...loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars...

And these are the sametype of people who killthe innocent andjustify it by saying“They’ve gone to bewith Jesus now”But we won’t talkabout how theycrucified Him, too

Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.

She'd been taking care of others for so long that she scarcely recognized herself when she looked in the mirror.

She had stars in her eyes and galaxies in her veins

The sacred stillness of your brilliant hearthas as the myriad wonders masqueraded.But if you knew this secret from the start, then you'd have quit this Game before you played it.

Poetry of the universe is written with flowers and the lights of love on a canvas we call earth.

Change like a treeWhen it is winterDon’t complain or fearJust wait for the spring To bloom and sing

O, flower! If you bloom with love in spring, will you understand if my soul sings?

Home is— Where the heart wants to dwell, Where the mind wants to dance, Where the air is always pleasant, And where love is always abundant.

No matter who’s looking at you, love, honesty, and kindness will always make you beautiful!

From heart to hearta heartbeat staggers, looking for a haven.Bereft. It is easier to enter heaventhan to pass through each others' eyes

Kindness went out to play all on a summer's day. With her about many smiles came out and joined in sweet array.Sara Loo, "Mother Goose Move Over or you're gonna love poetry

The horses have stoppedtheir clippity-clop, but feet are too slowfor where I must go.So here I shall stayuntil light of daywhen clippity-clopgets my team underway.

Kabhi tere shehar se guzarein toh parr lena inney, Maine hawaon pe apne kuch safarname likhe hain..

Foreign places yield more to one who is himself worth meeting.

And so I told him how living in Japan would give him a leisure no mere tourist has, to know the rhythms of the place, a land of tiny poems.

In a room with many windowssome thoughts slide past uncatchable, ghostly.

Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity.

I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem 'Looking For You

Poetry?"..."No, just thoughts, glimpses, things running through my head.

Music gives inspiration...one that sounds windy with humming sound, such can put you in a trance, only to come back and discover some witty ideas.

Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen.

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

i could go if i wantedshare the floorboards with someonein a place less haunted but i like it hereand i’m happy to stay in this mess on my ownin this home i have built for myself in my bones

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

I wish I could see a cherry blossom or a lotus flower. Where could they be?

...you hold a poemthat functions half as personalnote and half as telescopeto the heightsawaiting us all.

I wonder if I might be lonelierif I didn't have loneliness

Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.

The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.

Every avalanche was once a lonely snowflake, every flood was once an aching raindrop.

What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

..snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight...

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

Being a poet one confronts the limitation of language, how can the spirit be revealed under any restrictions.

Country music is the poetry of the American spirit.

Usually when your imagination is bigger then one's comprehension, this normally means you've out grown the small circle. Get with like-mined people and go after your vision.By T-cupp

Our torments also may in length of timeBecome our Elements.

Aim high flyReach deep rootsStretch out growBeyond and belowAbove and behindAll about and inThe awesomenessSings

Refuse the old means of measurement.Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.-From "Out West

You grow. You are large. You are a 19th century poem.All of America is inside you, a catalogue of lives and landand burrowing things.-From "Catalogue

When I wake from my nightmaresI’m more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.