What Is Poetry Quotes
You know you possess the soul of an artist when, each time you sit down to create, the whole universe lays itself at your feet.
Tender Ember...Barred and brandedto be forever unlovedI was a tender emberseeking solace from above...
The Unexpected GiftTorn asunder from her slumberin the hour of half past threeThe child knew the tyrannical regimeand followed instinctively.-(slice from Enigmatic Evolution)
I'm Reginald Clark, I'm afraid of the darkSo please do not close this book on me.
I wonder if a fish'sOne and only wish isThat other fish will never say, "This fish is sure delicious!
She was mined for the childrenin her, one daughter, then another, a short seam, quick to clay, and not a single son to save them.
What would your shoes say about the things you do everyday?
Don't be so quick to count out the teenagers. Some of the world's greatest changes, brilliant poetry, and innovations have come from the teenage mind.
Real is overratedNo way in my life is that the gistI'd be everything I am notIf I were a fictionist
Let your writing liberate you. Write with passion to allow your feelings to breathe and enjoy the journey across blank pages.
Just when you see a kid selling a mascot, If you don't buy it because he winks, Not only that will be considered a "boycott", Xenophobically, it will also be a jinx!
Poetry is a tool for writers to create literature in different forms of expression and messages.
With one perfect kiss on one perfect English summer afternoon, we understand the meaning of all the colors of every rainbow, forevermore.
..home INSIDE is home shining brightly above all homes in physical world.
Energy manipulation took place completely in mind, same way believing in telepathy caused telepathic abilities to grow STRONGER.
Defining moment in new telepathist's life, moment when intuitive individual learns most of society isn't telepathic, doesn't see auras, doesn't know what life on ethereal astral plane is like.
Don't be concerned with other women's beauty. Only admire God's amazing work and wish them well., this earth was made to bite us in half and grind us to bone, but we were made to be kind.
All mothers breed dead children.They shall, perhaps, live later.When no longer dead, they are bornNot—by coincidence, by choice.
Ladies, when you write a poem for Feminism because that is what we sometimes do, remember that it's never about them. It's only about you.
Dancing falls into the same category as poetry for a woman – it equals dreaming, which may inspire thoughts about such banned topics as love and desire.
You are either in a state of perfection or a state of learning. Reading is one of the best ways to learn about our lives and purpose!
If you read every poem in every anthology of Greek poetry, you wouldn't read one poem in which a character of the woman who's loved is described or matters.
Though I knew how this failure would hurt you, I had to fold like a grey moth and let go.You could not believe I was more than your echo.
Thus it is, we sow motions of hatred out of our own impoverished understanding of love. Yet we do so in the name of love. The perplexing precipice of the illusory infirmity.
...unquestioning automatonsblindly marching to the beat -an eerie crunching soundhoards of shuffling feet...(from silent moments)
Whom boasts about his happiness, cause doesn't got it!
Whoever challenges freaks should noticethat in the method he does not mature into a beast.
Poetry’s circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.
Because I found the strength to do the things I believe in, and the will to stop doing the things I don't believe in.So I have discovered what it means, to be at peace.
Pour Into My Spirit...spread your arms around meconsole me and keep me close -wield your mighty swordto vanquish all my foes...
Isn’t it time that, loving, we freed ourselves from the beloved, and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the bow, so as to be, in its flight, something more than itself?
Isn't it time that, in love, we freed ourselves from the loved one and, trembling, endured:as the arrow endures the string, collecting itselfto be more than itself as it shoots?
But the walls of my resolvemortared with stubbornnesshave been breached by circumstancesI cannot handle alone.
Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. -from Instant Recognition between Strangers
If I die today, will you remember me tomorrow?The love I'm leaving behind, will you care to borrow? From a snake-shed-skin or from the sky unknownIn all living and the dead I'll dwell to groan
And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.