What Is Poetry Quotes
Pain writes the words, sorrow wields the pen, tears wet the paper, and the story mends the heart.
I write what I love.I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….
So, the darkness hid the little girl in herself, to protect her from the wolves with the human mask on their faces.
bila tanganku tak mampu lagi menyentuhmu, maka biarlah doa menggantikannya
merindukanmu adalah indahnya rasa, yang sukar kusembunyikan keresahannya
The only way to find art is to lose touch with reality.
My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.
Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.
The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating, over the woods with its finest transparency, glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.
A poet often lives in an enchanted land where he sees things not with his eyes but with his feelings.
We cannot see the best things in life, we can only feel them. A poet tries to describe those indescribable feelings in a language of emotions and inner perceptions.
A poem begins as an inner tune in the heart that beats with emotions and words waiting to be played with love.
A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader’s mind with the colors of emotion.
every choice i have ever made after you existedhas been dependent on exactlyhow close i can have you next to meand how long i can get you to stay.
i am soft again.there is water and it surrounds me.there is feeling and i can feel it.i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavy with love.i am changingand i am loving change.
i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.
She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.
i wanted to destroy you.you are mine to ruin.something so beautifulshould only exist for me.
let your love cover me like skin.i want the whole world to see.
we talk of plans that are going to happen.we talk of the future, as if we know we will last.there is a sort of comfort in that.
hold company with yourself so sacredthat even when you are alone, you are whole.
some people are so deepyou fall into themand you never stop falling.
do not let anyone inuntil they love you so fiercely, you have no defense against their love.
you have outgrown this skin.stop trying to hold it in.stop trying to hold it together.let yourself break.
you wanted it all to make senseand you wanted the most complicated answer, but the answer is simple.just be.
remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.you are capable of love.
no one needs love from youmore than you need love from you.love yourself first, and you will always be in love.
there's always been a little sadness inside my happiness.i've never been able to separate the two.
things keep falling in and out of place.this is the universe's way of taking care of me.
there is a difference betweenloneliness and solitude, one will empty you andone will fill you.you have the power to choose.
i sometimes think i'm too in love with alone.who could i love more than this peace?