Poetry Quotes

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon, I feel complete.

How Many Michals Does it Take to Change a Lightbulb?And the lamp was onDarkening up the roomAnd I sat, aloneLooking for the switchTo turn off the darkness

She always walked under the arches of nightsAnd everywhere she wentShe leftThe mark of broken things.

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door

I have found so much beauty in the dark, as I have found a lot of horror in the light.

Darkness is the womb from which a poet is born.

Saturated Arrogance...she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

When Darkness surrounds you, look for the stars. When Jealousy whispers, kill it with laughter. When Hate hurts you, love with all your strength.

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

Its snaky acids kiss.It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.

I am lost in my world, invisible - unknown.Moon please lend meyour light that someonewill me see me.

Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly, Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

My favorite symphony is the silent song of the night!

Words I write... go through my mind, like tasting fine wine on the lips.

She lives the poetry she cannot write

We, writers & poets, have a big problem. We swim too deep inside life, also in shallow waters, and then we end touching the sand!

The pen, a double-edged mystery: cuts the writer, heals the reader.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.

my poetry is merely a body.you are the soul in my words.

When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters, I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything, until you close your eyes and hold the pen.

If I live...I will live unafraid...I will live so all can see, I am not ashamed of who I am or what I'm designed to be!"-The Great Mephisto

No reprimand in the mirrorSlow walk to LiberiaSlow dance across the SaharaSlow unraveling of gray matter

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast, my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

Petals don't ask Where to landThey just fall With grace.

What grace I have is enough.

Winter is already a lost shape, forgottenin the ground. Instead, here is Springwith all the grace of a womansmoothing out her apron.

The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.

Fate is a cruelly sweet fruit.

I was certain of the uncertainty thatlied ahead which made you A risk, A mystery, And the most annihilating thing I have ever known.

Share your dreams and they will be inspired. Plant seeds of knowledge and they will grow and reproduce beyond measure.

If on thoughts of death we are fed, Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

Love is an exorcism of angels.

Rain turned to ice, and lightning splintered, it splicedthe black sky, it seeped a bright white.All animals they fled, from the sky as it bled, pale death that fell veiling the night.

With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey'll all fall down

I cannot breathe, or see, nor swim, My darkness is composed of him.

There was a time when I do not understand poetry.

Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a pushDon't let me understand you Don't realise meOr we might tumble togetherDepersonalizedIdenticalInto the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- me

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

Dining at the rare reasonTo get between the circumstanceAnd start milking the Caesars For what enters the earsAnd is for their eyes to air and advise.

Knowing me better than I think anyone shouldExcept, perhapsNo, probablyNo, definitelyDefinitely except you

Are you just a car salesman or are you a poet too?” “I've never been accused of poetry before.

Time is spent never bought. Minutes count when seconds blur. Memories are past that’s caught. Imaginings are future’s lure.”Cass and Silver Rainbow-

Our situation is intolerable, but what's worseis to sit here and do nothing.

Release-For yearsthey told you tosit.Stay.Now they open the doorand tell you toget up.Leave.Where do you gowith no oneto show youthe way?

I do not fear the nightWhen I know that todayI am bathed in a lightIt cannot be stolen away

Choice-Judgement.Black coffee acidon an empty stomach.Perception.Cool, clear water.