Poets Quotes

Poets Quote of the day

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

They have the guns, we have the poets. Therefore, we will win.

I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice, because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it at all.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

Once, poets were magicians. Poets were strong, stronger than warriors or kings — stronger than old hapless gods. And they will be strong once again.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.

Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.

To have great poets, there must be great audiences.

They blossomed, they did not talk about blossoming.

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Everywhere I go I find that a poet has been there before me.

Poets, like the blind, can see in the dark.

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?

The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here - that life exists and identity, that the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Not everyone who drinks is a poet. Some of us drink because we're not poets.

Whatever others may say, they say it to deceive and comfort themselves, not help you.

I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself.

Poetry must be as new as foam and as old as the rock.

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

To write a poem you must have a streak of arrogance-- not in real life I hope. In real life try to be nice. It will save you a hell of a lot of trouble and give you more time to write.

All things want to float.

Each poem leads you to the questions it makes sense to ask it.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

A poet should be so crafty with words that he is envied even for his pains.

We must listen to poets.

A world without poetry and art would be too much like one without birds or flowers: bearable but a lot less enjoyable.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways.

Seize the day. Because, believe it or not, each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn't mean choking on the bone.

Oh captain my captain

Poets are the sense, philosophers­­ the intelligence­­ of humanity.

Them lady poets must not marry, pal.

If you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? Carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydreamers too, but I wonder if the reverse is not as often true, and that madness is a fiction lived in like a rented house

We hear only our own voices, still echoes returning to our emptiness.

Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.

In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.