What Is Poetry Quotes

The Pressure-Maybe one day, after centuries, we can become brilliant gemsin crystal cavesand we will be immortal after all.

Cruel, Clever Cat.Sally, having swallowed cheese, Directs down holes the scented breeze, Enticing thus with baited breathNice mice to an untimely death.

King John was not a good man, He had his little ways.And sometimes no one spoke to him, For days and days and days.

ILikeThe WayThat when youTiltPoemsOn their sideTheyLook likeMiniatureCities FromA long wayAway. SkyscrapersMade outOfWords.

Silly little monster” all would say.They’d scratch its head and turn awayuntil it snatched their tiny noses.They couldn’t even smell the roses!Ever after, every childdreaded monsters, fierce or mild.

There are no good tights, Rare they are, a rare sight. You roll and roll Inside a new hole, They´re only good for a fight.

You tell me that yes, I can do it. I know. And I may do it, if I so choose.You tell me that no, I cannot. I say, Oh? I shall do it, since you refuse!

Sipping teawith gleebeneath a gooseberry tree.I wish Alice were here.Oh, my dear, do not fear, she will be.

What is poetry? Only the poetry can answer this!

The one who can draw your widest smileis also the one who can throw youto the farthest exile

You don't have to be an angel.All you need is someone who can always see your best angle.

In poetry, the best way to say cuss words is to hide it behind metaphors.

I say, flawless poems do not exist.

Imitating others, I failed to find myself. I looked inside and discovered I only knew my name. When I stepped outside I found my real Self. ~Rumi

Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem 'Can You Embrace?

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

But the rare herb, Forgetfulness, / It hides away from me.

so the poem hurt you.it was supposed to.

Persephone had it right.If you must go, might as welltake all of spring with you—

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

I am foolish in the way distance makes me feel partial.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.

Sitting makes us think of standingOur current stance keeps on demanding We wish to fly without the wings Puppets move before pulling the strings

#Ola MusingsHer brow's penciled bowEyes tinged with kohl wowA mere passing shadow of hersCauses dust dry bloom wow!By nCr

A poem is about something the way a cat is about the house.

Blank pages are cruelPure torture in white or beigeBut how else to start

My life was a blank paper, until you came to rhyme with words & make it a poetry book. ❤ ❤

You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naught but air...'' ~ Dorian Gray

Linear’s defeated form The intangible reality rise.'' ~ Wanderer

Life writes the poetry, but it will always call for witnesses and scribes alike to tattoo its echoes upon the ghosts of trees.

Dancing to the sounds of trees and stones and slow minutes ticking in our hearts and bones.

unrequited love is likekneeling on uncooked riceand waiting for the boiling water of his kissesto soften the painbut he never comes.

our foundation is rockybecause we made a home in each other’s skin.the damage is beginning to show.

i knew his heart was yours but i wanted to become an alchemist to make gold of the pieces i receivedbecause all i ever felt was the dark side of his leaded heart.

tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

love riddeni searched for youin corridors, open doorsand in endless seas of similesand metaphorsbut we never were on the same page.

Oracle of Delphi:In my deep mystery I breatheyour fragrance swirling inyour odourless soulI return your mysteryrevealing your destiny deep inthe seed of your God Self

I long fora little life, an everyday life, a splash of sunlightthrough a windowa smile from a stranger -a heart to hold in mine.

I tossed a stone into the Sea To see what it would do for me And the ripples went out And became ocean waves To return to the Sea inside of me

I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear.

I forgot to supannoyancefrom his glass full ofmingled dread and rageNow let me takea small draught of solacefrom my own little cupfull of predicaments!From the poem- Draught

The color of the flower has faded, while I lost myself in idle thought in this long rain / 花の色は うつりにけりな いたづらに わが身世にふる ながめせし間に

Would the mountain cherry blossoms return my affection for there is no one else out here. /もろともに あはれと思へ 山桜 花よりほかに 知る人もなし

Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!O falling fire and piercing cryand panic, and a weak mailed fistclenched ignorant against the sky!