What Is Poetry Quotes

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

People start to lie more once they start to care less.

Women are like beautiful flowers. Only when you love them and take good care of them will they fully bloom into the beautiful flowers that they are.

She loved me deeply, madly and passionately. She knew no other way!

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and dived deeply into her ocean of love and that's how I saved my soul!

...You are here again, so realistic, just, the golden dawn takes you away in the morning...Be here now, not there, where there is nothingbut starsand emptiness......

Don't bow your head!It gets even harder...Look at meand say that, what was incomplete.Think of forbiddenand dream, as I do....

Look for mein sleepless nights, among the stars, I’ll be your guiding star...Look for mein the moments of happiness, on a green field, I’ll be your joy....

Some people come into our lives and make us fall in love with our self!

Some people walk into our life and make us fall in love with our self.

Your eyes are an Ocean!

The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you.

Love speaks toThe soulIn a languageThe brainCan’t comprehend.

Just knowing that you are there and you would be thinking about me while I am thinking about you makes my heart feel serene and contented.

When twilight sleeps holding the nightIn your arms you embrace me tightRunaway hours clenched by kisses More of your love my heart misses

You made a poet fall in love with the world.

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

Today I bumped into you again. You seemed like that flower long forgotten in the old diary.

I am certain, my love, that poetry was born only after your birth.

We call a story about love a love story. We call a poem about love a love poem. Well then, my dear, aren’t our lives love lives?

You can't break up with a soul mate.

Treat me like a rare first edition of your favourite novel.

You read between the wrong lines.

Roses have thorns, ’ we whine. When thorns of life entwine. Simple things can bring solace to heart-Things everyone take for granted-Like tending beds of fragile roses-with heart full of scars

Like a child who saves their favourite food on the plate for last, I try to save all thoughts of you for the end of the day so I can dream with the taste of you on my tongue.

I fell in loveand then I became love.

Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.

I feel your words on my lipsand feel your mood in my hips

I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

I read old poems I wrote. They were all about you.

Be still my hand and let the words write themselves upon my heart. Be still my heart and let your pages be filled in silence.

Always choose love

Far away soul in a dreamy stateForgotten slumber seemingly latePure rhythmic love now rising higherUnclad passion our only attire

But do not fall only for what can be seen, there is more than just beauty and pleasure...

Don't ignore anybody who has ignored everbody and everything for you.

Let's fall in love and screw up our lives even more?

Let our love chase all clouds awayHold my hand and feel the dayYour footsteps guide my steps all alongBeneath my skin your veins belong.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

You are a full of beautiful madness, an unreasonable reason, but you make sense in all things senseless.

You broughtme your darkness& I loved youwith the radianttears of athousand suns.

Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you.

We live mindfully by harvesting evocative scenes to pay attention to including the mountains and oceans, flowers and trees, love and friendship, music and literature, art and poetry.

Once we were in love, So I know it's true, the saying: True love never endsFor as much as I loved you when we were sweethearts, I love you even more Now that we are friends

Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.

Death is buried there into death Hunger strikes on its own last breathNo spine to shiver, no heart talks At life’s craving poverty mocksFrom the poem 'Exhumation

They lay together in a sheltered place among the ruins of Brasilia while deathbeams from Chinese EMVs played like blue searchlights on broken ceramic walls.

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.