Poems Quotes

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for right.I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.I love thee with the passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

~ Jess C. Scott

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile.We breathe, briefly.Our eyes, briefly,see witha hurtful clarity.Our memory, suddenly sharpened,examines,gnaws on kind wordsunsaid,promised walksnever taken.Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us.Our souls,dependent upon theirnurture,now shrink, wizened.Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance,fall away.We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignoranceof dark, coldcaves.And when great souls die,after a period peace blooms,slowly and alwaysirregularly. Spaces fillwith a kind ofsoothing electric vibration.Our senses, restored, neverto be the same, whisper to us.They existed. They existed.We can be. Be and bebetter. For they existed.

~ Maya Angelou

She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.

~ Robert M. Drake

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth's sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree.

~ Joyce Kilmer

Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.

~ Robert M. Drake

Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.

~ Robert M. Drake

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

~ Robert M. Drake

Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.

~ Robert M. Drake

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

~ Robert M. Drake

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

~ Robert M. Drake

She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.

~ Robert M. Drake

It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

~ Robert M. Drake

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

~ Robert M. Drake

Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.

~ Robert M. Drake

Appreciate the moment of a first kiss, it may be the last time you own your heart.

~ Robert M. Drake

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

~ Robert M. Drake

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

~ Robert M. Drake

The truth is I didn’t need therapy, I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.

~ Robert M. Drake

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

~ Robert M. Drake

She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion that flamed beneath her. She waited and died a hundred times, it dripped from her pores. The moment she let go, she soared over the stillness like the star she was born to be.

~ Robert M. Drake

It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.

~ Robert M. Drake

You’re not a bad person, you’re just a little bit different and I’m a sucker for that.

~ Robert M. Drake

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

~ Robert M. Drake

I'm making a listI'm making a list of things I must sayFor politeness,And goodness and kindness and gentlenessSweetness and rightness:HelloPardon meHow are you?Excuse meBless youMay I?Thank youGoodbyeIf you know some that I've forgot,Please stick them in you eye!

~ Shel Silverstein

Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

~ Ryōkan

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

And now, for something completely the same:Wasted time and wasted breath,'s what I'll make, until my death.Helping people 'd be as good,but I wouldn't, if I could.For the few that help deserve,have no need, or not the nerve,help from strangers to accept,plus from mine a few have wept.Wept from joy, or from despair,or just from my vengeful stare.Ways I have, to look at stupid,make them see I am not Cupid.Make them see they are in error,for of truth I am a bearer.Most decide I'm just a bear,mauling at them, - like I care.

~ Will Advise

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

~ D. Antoinette Foy

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the work of man, but divine and the work of God; and that the poets are only the interpreters of the Gods...

~ Socrates

I am very close to HIM, sometimes I think I am HIM, with my mood is the weather,bright and sunny forever.

~ Santosh Kalwar

Wherever I go, I meet myself.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

~ Sanober Khan

Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.

~ Nancy B. Brewer

We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers, prophets and ideologues, teachers and beautifiers there are on the other side.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

The world you are in –Is the true hell.The journey to Truth itselfIs what quickens the heart to become lighter.The lighter the heart, the purer it is.The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes.And the heavier the heart,The more chained to this hellIt will remain.

~ Suzy Kassem

Between the MileI have always counted the miles.Sometimes they came quick,Other times slow.The distance between things,The way I could know.Close could feel far,And far could feel near.The miles that passed too quickly,The ones I ran out of fear.They weren’t all the same,So I had been told,The unmarked trails,And the days I was bold.Some miles went down,Spiraling so low,When I was afraid to look forward,There was nowhere to go.The sunset came fast,And the day turned to night,But the trails could be endless,If I looked at them right.Everything I knew,All I was told,The conversations left behind,The people who grew old.When the miles stretched out before me,I wanted to sew them at the seam,Looking forward and then back,Holding everything in between.

~ Jacqueline Simon Gunn

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

~ Sanober Khan