Poetry Quotes

i am a womanand i am alone, and i cannot tellwhich one of the twoi love being more.

i am like the moon--sometimes, full.sometimes, black.sometimes, forever and ever alone.

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

show me all the parts of youthat you do not loveso i know where to begin.

love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

We're all just wandering souls searching for a heart to call home...

Friendship is a poetry of life that is written in two hearts.

you came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.

you need to be careful with me.i fall in loveand i fall in love forever.

i know it all ends the same, but i was interested in seeing how you would break my heart.

stay curious and stay the brave, strong, unrelenting soldier of love that you are.

i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone. who could i love more than this peace?

keep following your heart.it won't always be easy, but it'll be the most important thing you'll do.

i am learning that when love wants to stay it will stay.i am learning that when love wants to go it will go.

everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--alone, waiting for the things that stay.

i let you love me.i let you take care of me.i let you do things to meno one was allowed to do before.

they say people only hear what they want to hear, but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.

i am not a jealous person, but when i am with you, the thought of someone elsepulling your attention away from mekills me a little insideeach time.

through the rose glass window in their beautiful new home, you stare at the love you gave away.

it is hard not to count the hoursi have left with you.it is hard to be here now--knowing everything between uswill come to an end.

oh, the heartbreakingly beautiful tender weight of being human.

i would've done anything to make you happy.i think you knew that.i think this is why you knew you had to let me go.

you'd take one look at me and whole pieces of the earth would break off and fall away finally leaving me alone with you.

i do not know how to live tepidly.i was never built to fit in.i live by my souland my soul is insane.

love is my thighs, this belly, my eyes.love is my speech, the search, my cry.love is myself in the mirror.i will see love every time.

woman-another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.

the woman is rain, and when she falls, she is a monsoon.to love her is to drown.

you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.

there's always been a little sadnessinside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.

I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.

Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

If you are a dreamer come inIf you are a dreamer a wisher a liarA hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyerIf youre a pretender com sit by my fireFor we have some flax golden tales to spinCome in! Come in!

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.

This is the way the world endsNot with a bang but a whimper.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I goTo heal my heart and drown my woeRain may fall, and wind may blowAnd many miles be still to goBut under a tall tree will I lieAnd let the clouds go sailing by

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more

My turn shall also come:I sense the spreading of a wing.

I am awaitingperpetually and forevera renaissance of wonder

Summer night--even the starsare whispering to each other.

There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask "What if I fall?"Oh but my darling, What if you fly?

Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.

April is the cruelest month, breedinglilacs out of the dead land, mixingmemory and desire, stirringdull roots with spring rain.

Live not for Battles Won.Live not for The-End-of-the-Song. Live in the along.

Come away, O human child!To the waters and the wildWith a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in meOlder and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.

You give but little when you give of your possessions.It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.

If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.