What Is Poetry Quotes

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness.I will feast on your hunger.

My house burned downBut anyway, it was afterThe flower petals had already fallen

Since when, " he asked, "Are the first line and last line of any poemWhere the poem begins and ends?

To the bottle in the ditch, to the scoopin the oats, to air in the lunglet evening come.Let it come, as it will, and don'tbe afraid. God does not leave uscomfortless, so let evening come.

I was not sorrowful, but only tiredOf everything that ever I desired.

Later that night she picked the polish offwith her front teeth until the bed you sharedfor seven years seemed speckled with glitterand blood.

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

Don't be afraid of poetry.

Be true to your word and your work and your friend.

Ignorance and virtue suck on the same straw...

This is definitely / for the brothers / who ain't here.

I sometimes think you despise poetry, ' said Phineas. 'When it is false I do. The difficulty is to know when it is false and when it is true.

Depression/The assassin inside me

To be loved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.

When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence.

Thus, though we cannot make our sunStand still, yet we will make him run.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

I have daughters and I have sons.When one of them lays a handOn my shoulder, shining fishTurn suddenly in the deep sea.

Had we but world enough, and time...

For my part, I love to give myself up to the illusion of poetry. A hero of fiction that never existed is just as valuable to me as a hero of history that existed a thousand years ago.

No matter the disappointment, you simply cannot divorce your favorite team.

Hate flows from a broken spirit.

Foggy nights bring some comfort.He can get lost in the mistand there is no one to stare or question.

Moonlight and high wind.Dark poplars toss, insinuate the sea.

Emotion is the poetry of life.

J'ai cueilli ce brin de bruyèreL'automne est morte souviens-t'enNous ne nous verrons plus sur terreOdeur du temps brin de bruyèreEt souviens-toi que je t'attends

Poetry is nothing if it exists only in books. One has to find it in one's own life.

The crazy thing about poetry is how its simplicity makes it complicated.

no poet can know what his poem is going to be like until he has written it.

He'd been let down so oftenHis brow was on the floorBut then they foundA small hole in the groundAnd let him down some more

I will go to campus alone dressed in antique silk slips and beat-up cowboy boots and gypsy beads, and I will study poetry. I will sit on the edge of the fountain in the plaza and write.

A poem is a meteor.

Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.

When words lose their meaning, physical force takes over.

We must experience certain things in life, even in our childhood, so we can later look back and value the journey.

From love's plectrum arisesthe song of the string of lifeLove is the light of lifelove is the fire of life

I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it.

]sing to usthe one with violets in her lap]mostly]goes astray

Let them shoot us in the head, My blood will grow rootsand will blossom.

And I choose to be aloneRather than wrapped in arms I could never need.

... unfools of unbeing ... means quite clearly people who are too stereotyped to be eccentric – people who are too dead spiritually to exist at all and who call alive individual fools

Mon Dieu, la vie est par trop moche.

If we knew how to find the lost, we would know how to rediscover the parts of our mindsleft behindin battle.

I can speak of you now to anyone because I’ve stopped wanting anything like what I once wanted from you.

...the collective wisdom of humanity [is] enshrined in its poetry.

I am not obsessing.I am just sitting hereperforating this post-itwith a push-pin.

Live for everything, or die for nothing

The secret to life is to live as though you know the secret." Barbara Botch

breathe in experience breathe out poetry