Poetry Quotes

Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.

I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Winning a love is just an outcome, keeping a love is a true accomplishment.

He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.

Falling in desire with truth and hope is enhancing our soul with a precious love...

… For everything precious and pure coming in our lives should be treated likewise.

There are things we do that the human mind doesn't understand, yet the same things are meant for the heart to fully comprehend.

Not every given chance deserves love, but every love deserves a given chance.

But when I think of us, in the quiet when I'm on my own, I think of Beauty and the Beast.I, being the beast, and you being the last beautiful thing in this city.

poetry is the tombstone of experience, nothing i write is my own.~from "the damned

~ Not every poem is meant for oral stimulation, some are better devoured mentally.

Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.

I came to explore the wreck. / The words are purposes. / The words are maps. / I came to see the damage that was done / and the treasures that prevail.

But he who feels too much, He soars in angels’ tears of joy...

When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelings are the only form of art which will remain to reign. (Soar)

There is a difference between a poem and a writing incrusted with a feel of Poetry to fall within range

Better poetry than riches, Better poverty than fortunes.

Purity is defined by the clearness of the stars

The temporal heart resonates at whispersFrom a Truth overarchingOf whose countenanceTimeless Intellect yearns vainly to fathom

Etchings endure, But not in SandMeanings Collide To Unresolved FragmentsCodes fizzle to StaticThey are not lostBut UnheardNever lostFading slowly to SilenceBy infinite degrees

The heart doth recognise thee, Alone, alone! The heart doth smell thee sweet, Doth view thee fair, doth judge thee most complete, —-Though seeing now those changes that disguise thee.

Beauty Lies Within The unknown

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories

In vogue and cosmopolitan they clutch their Pomeranians and walk among the millionaires or watch from swayback steamer chairs

Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it’s the times that don’t feel real that we remember forever?

I’m looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables- from the poem "Looking For You

Over the water of time I call to youIn a language I do not know.

Visitors come and go.Daily I read tea leaves for signsof the approaching century:a raven perched on a crossa sword piercing a cloud--A Victorian Life

Your face expresses a simple majesty, Your look is that of a captive princess, Your lips have a slight smile andThis shows your glory of being a woman.

Daisy, simple and discreet flower, That earned the heart of this poet.

Loneliness why do you accompany me if I wish to be alone?

Little, It is a small measureBut can you measure love?

My poetry is the highest valuable thing I have to make you smile...

Poetry is born of a lack of love, born of a crazy and impossible passion...

Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows

I feel like shredded paper thrown to the wind, each poet took a piece of me and wrote a word or phrase...

I’m on a long journey around and through myself...

A badly written novel can always be shortened to a poem.

The important thing in life is to be.

Touch Me, but not with your hands.

Find that gem amongst your so-called, "friends.

But you must know that only he who fights the darkness within will the day after tomorrow have his own share in the sun.

You did anything to bury me, but you forgot that I was a seed.

Her smile was like laughter to me— it bubbled in like champagne.

If there is no God, Not everything is permitted to man.He is still his brother's keeperAnd he is not permitted to sadden his brother, By saying there is no God.

I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath?