What Is Poetry Quotes

When you do away with God you become your own god, because you recognise no greater power in the universe than yourself.

I have graduated to the extent of not asking what is happening in my life because I trust the maker(God).

I have my priorities and I know my purpose. I do not Praise God because of my pain but I praise Him because of what the pain is producing.

When you praise God in pain, it is preparing you for provision.

The things I call crisis and all the things that were coming after me are all coming to serve the purpose of God in my life.

Learn to eat with your enemies all around you but most of all thank God for his presence. Keep your eyes fixed to the presence of God in the presence of your enemies.

I have learned to thank God for what I cannot see, I have learned to trust God with what I cannot.

Ljubav se moze pojaviti u najcudnijim oblicima.Zato je i cesto pomesamo sa necim sto ljubav nikada nece biti.

You will always end up in frustration whenever you try to produce outside your purpose.

God's perspectives requires persistence. To have God's perspective in the world we live in requires persistence.

Have you ever asked yourself this question "what can God do through me?" The preacher has no platform if the people has no sense of mission.

I don't just have only the peace of God, I do also have a God who gives peace, not just resources but the revelation of His presence.

God wants to use you right where you are with what you have not what you do not have.

Some people want to kill goliath but they do not want to attend to sheep. How can God use you to kill giants if you cannot follow simple instructions?

Sometimes we want God to use us to do big things when we would not even want to do the basics.

You can't disappoint what God has appointed.

If you can't see the assets in you, it will be hard for you to export it to the world. Recognise who you are and the world will recognise you.

In God's presence I find peace that is much deeper than any disappointment. I will grow and I understand I can't grow myself, that is why I need God and His grace.

The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world.

No drowning man can know which dropOf water his last breath did stop

In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.

Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go.

And let me ask you this: the dead, where aren't they?

Science ask facts and religion ask faith, humans are confused between life and death.

Love is bitter, death is sweet.

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth's noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night

seeing a woman cough today made me sense a vague fear of death

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas.

But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near

Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

We all must face death and walk with it. But we also must love and live in it.

When I shut my eyes on this world I'll finally have peace.

Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unlessSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder singFor every tatter in its mortal dress

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

Life into death— Life’s other shape, No rupture, Only crossing.

I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.

Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause.

So I don’t think I’ll make Poet Laureate, but I swear I’m not twisted and bitter, If finely-wrought talentsdon’t weigh in the balance, I can always write haiku on Twitter.

I love with love, so that we all may love." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

Gentle whispers from above Awakened me more Than ever did This loud world

What does life give me in the end but sorrow?What do love's good and evil send but sorrow?I've only seen one true companion - pain, And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.

She's a dark-eyed, red flame, bohemian hurricane.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

Miracle: to love more with an irreparable heartache