What Is Poetry Quotes

each morning we’re born againof yesterday nothing remainswhat’s left began today

I don’t believe we should carry backupplans in life’s suitcase—they’re too easy to unpack like living a life in yoga pants, so comfortable our hips spreadinto new timezones...

Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning, no end. Just the beauty within the reflected infinity

It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.

Poetry is more than a form of art. It's a vibration and a pulsing heart. Whether it's sour or whether it's sweet. It can give you strength no one can defeat

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Imagination's better half can sometimes tilt it's heavy head and wink, as if to say, "That's the way!"And I'd be off at a trot wherever it led.

So much of love is imagination -- its over-activity, its over-ambition, its over-the-top faith.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

Material creation begins in a tiny corner of a large island called imagination.

I could burn this place downAs many times as I'd like in my mind, Without any sympathy For the girl or her motherWho live beneath me

Writing is the light of imagination playing over shadow of thoughts.

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.

Walking with my doggy is so much fun! And she makes me laugh, she makes me run. Licking she likes to make some good new friends, Kindly enough with cyclists who spin with no end.

… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts, and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer’s lips.

FRIENDSLooking out the window, I see you looking in.You are the sunshine, That fills my soul.

he was so beautiful because when he held her he was not concerned with ‘being a man.’ ‘being a man’ had nothing to do with this. these flowers pouring from his chest. – weightless

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I've finally decided to write about profit for a changeBut before I really started I already started to feel lameBaby what's it to a beast who manely to money remains untamed

No matter how you are taught by your teacher about how to recite a poem, it is impossible to wear your teacher's smiling face to the stage. You got to change your own face into a smiling one!

I am more than good enoughTo accomplish everything I can be, I will wake up todayThe history could have been different.But I am here now.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

every dream I have about kissing you ends with blood on my hands.

Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie.

Take us to the in-between, Where earth meets sky, and wake meets dream.And time rushes by, unseen.Take us to the infinite night, Where up is down, and left is right, And dark vanquishes light.

How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?

You'd think hindsight would do us some goodBut all it does sometimesIs add glass to the kaleidoscope

Poetry lit fire in the vast forest of memories within you.

Poetry is a hook for memory

Memories come to mind like excavated statuesthat have misplaced their heads.

I'm sure that you didn't think I would notice, but we memorize the strangest things in a personwhen we're in love with them.

the flicker of a memoryis all we can cling tofor our cherished ghostsFrom "Cat Paws on a Windscreen

I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.

We look at the world once, in childhood.The rest is memory

Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn't escape them.

...your memory is a warm stone hidden in my hand I'm always turning over...

...I want to live doubly - first with you and then afterwards in memory ...

From key signature to coda, from downbeat to the sound of life's final fermata, our pasts set the tone for all that was, that is, and that ever would be.

I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet.I belong in the land of enchanting things.But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.

Leave the comfort of your dark cocoon... Allow your imagination to take flight. Embrace those marvelous magical wings and soar!

Do you believe in magic?" she asked. "I believe in you, " he said. "And you're the closest thing to magic that I've found.

The magic fades too fastthe scent of summer never lasts the nights turn hollow and vast but nothing remains...nothing lasts.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

You are only as touched my the magic of this life as you want to be.