What Is Poetry Quotes

Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d'Azur.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Sunbathe from within.

Absolute equals nothingness.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

The universe is God's son.

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

Pay attention, and use your imagination.

In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.

So it became, the law of universe, to have the, profoundest, of the words, cloaked in the, darkest of the masks.

I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.

Poetry is painting with words where you create a masterpiece by spilling your feelings and emotions onto the blank paper.

Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.

Zoe let the poetry flow over her, like shadows on water, sunlight against stone: timeworn words shaped like stars, like shells, like the ruins of lost temples, soft as the breaths of mystics.

Let thy words be few. I agree, but only if my ink can relentlessly run.

I write these words to touch you, My love, In places my hands can only dream of.

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

One word can turn into a book just as one poem should never be overlooked.

When I try to achieve greatness, it spits on me the night before.

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.

words are a border collie’s worst nightmare.

And on the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air.

Everything that drowned me taught me how to swim.

Rap in its form is poetry, meaning the point of convergence is words.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

Another one of your quippy japes?

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

My words will be my legacy, etched in heartfelt honesty upon the pages of time.