Poetry Quotes
No matter how hard I try to forget you, you always come back to my thoughts When you hear me singing I am really crying for you.
I have to remember it is not love that has hurt me
But I hope you don’t feel the hurt as much as I did. You are too weak and fragile to stand that ache. Remember, you always will be.
A revolution in the eyes of man carries purpose.A revolution in the eyes of the awakened carries bliss.
Rain's pouring and it's too cold. All people bored and I even accord What to do but spell a tale told: So once upon a time a land in the shore...
One spring patio is for rodeosniggled with iodine figures, weavedtapestries inside vast Tuileries.But that reminds me, how exactlydo words form brittle histories
Books measure time in both moments and years. We all grow old but the stories never will.
I love you just the way you arebut you don't see you like I do.You shouldn't try so hard to be perfect.Trust me, perfect should try to be you.
The clouds above us join and separate, The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.Life is like that, so why not relax?Who can stop us from celebrating?
Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.
PricklyWhen I'm feelingporcupine-y, I get nasty, I get whiny.Stay away orI might stick you.My sharp words arequills to prick you.
Even the simplest poemMay destroy your immunity to human emotions.All poems must carry a Government warning. WordsCan seriously affect your heart.
Reluctant hero, drafted again each Fourthof July, I'll bow and remember you. Whoshall we follow next? Who shall we killnext time?
Thoughts as warm as a silky summer rain, flowing over the edge of my soul's gentle.not tides returning them along the shoreline to laughing gulls.
People are looking for chimes and resonances. Chimes leave echoes, and that's what rhyme is. Poetry is about leaving an echo imprint in somebody else's head, in the dark snow of their mind.
Unlike the bough that shook off her dead leaves violentlylike a wet terrier, unlike the beating of the butterfly, her wings, against the cocoon, some dreams never made a move.
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.
Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.
Though I love your company, your instructions are wasted her. I will always choose the woman who caries me off, I will always sit with the family of loneliness.
The greatness of poetry comes from its struggle to express the rapture of the soul in the contemplation of beauty.
If I wouldn't of spent so much time shooting spit wads at my English teacher I'd know how to punctuate good thing I normally write poetry.
I'd rather write poetry than watch TV it allows me to share the wide screen in me.
Some poems are written great, some poems are written swell. But then there are poems that could win a prize in Hell.
I have a book of poetry I believe many should read but in each verse you'll discover it wasn't written for greed.
Des Menschen Kraft, im Dichter offenbartThe human power is revealed by poetIl potere dell'umanità si rivela nel poeta
When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.
They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.
Decide if a poem is a question or a declaration, a meditation or an outcry.
Poetry, to me, is a type of shamanistic chant capable of chasing away the darkness within us.
Poetry is an old wise serpent which only occasionally comes out to catch the sun (and scare people).
Man is in his own microcosm akin to a personal box, with poetry as its lid which it can defend itself from the world
I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.
