Poems Quotes

Don’t be afraid of failures it takes courage to try new things & only those who try create miracles.

~ Abhysheq Shukla

If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future

~ Abhysheq Shukla

IF you want to be a winner than follow one simple rule and feed it in your mind. Take each task and work as Do it yourself project.

~ Abhysheq Shukla

Sometimes life is like living in a chamber of Liquid Oxygen. Liquid don't allow you to live and Oxygen don't let you die.

~ Abhysheq Shukla

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

~ Christina Rossetti

Caution: Poems are sweeter than chocolates.

~ Vikrmn

There lived a poet in the lands of gold,Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold,His only motive: lives to mould

~ Adhish Mazumder

A short poem from my new book, The Lost Journal of my Second Trip to Pergatory, Thorny CrownsOf course the gold one was for special occasions, weddings, etc,silver for family reunions, office-casual type affairs.Bronze was a everyday choice; during yard work its burnished surface shone in sunlight.There were various colors and holiday appropriate ones.I could never find the hatboxes they were stored in.But the wooden one was reserved for the long suffering caused by family.Stevie’s funeral, my hospital trips and sister’s rebellion rated real wood. One tip filed extra sharp produced a fine and dramatic line of blood droplets on her brow.

~ Michelle Hartman

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts and minds? We go to Nature for comfort in trouble, and sympathy in joy, only in books. Admiration of those beauties of the inanimate world, which modern poetry so largely and so eloquently describes, is not, even in the best of us, one of the original instincts of our nature.

~ Wilkie Collins

This wobbly worldhost to insects and lintand a thousand pithy waysto feel unserious each minuteIt brings abouta great softening of the mind, likethe clouded edges of sea glass (thisfilter you could download and apply)A poultice or an opiate,rigidly individual. Aloneand erasing sentences to splinters.(Poem No. 5)

~ Erin J. Watson

I recreate myself, that is my only power.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Break out to go out___________________The birds dare to break the egg shellIt does so in order to get out of that HellWhen it finally succeeds, it’ll then flyTo its comfort zone it’ll say byeAre you being confined in a small spaceHow long will you remain at that place?Before you can explore more territories,Break away from the former glories.Yesterday’s excellence is today’s averageYou must strive to be better age after ageNever accept the available mediocrityAs the only preferable opportunityDecide to grow from below to heroAnd make it a point to vacate level zeroReach out and arise with powerGod’s blessings on you, will showerAgree to grow, never attempt to be slowBe not afraid. Never doubt. You’ll flowThe grace of God will be your guideTaking you along, side by side.

~ Israelmore Ayivor

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

[L]ike poems, cruising carves privacy out of public spaces. Poems are a kind of private communication that occurs in public speech. And I think cruising is that too: a training in reading occult codes; a way of seeing a significance in the world that most people don’t see.

~ Garth Greenwell

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

~ Taylor Patton

Versifying left her cold. Poems were too close to prayer, rousing regrettable passions. Waiting for God to rescue you when it was up to you. Poetry and prayer put ideas in people's heads that got them killed, distracting them from the ruthless mechanism of the world.

~ Colson Whitehead

I see that you are heartlessly clever.For you know how to Love,but not Forever. You still return to me in flashes,so strong it clouds my Mind.The fire has turned to ashes,and yet, you’re not behind.

~ Meraaqi

I finally wentwhere everyone goesand I realizedI wasnevermissingout.

~ Meraaqi

I left the bankbecause they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn’t acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

~ Kamand Kojouri

Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

~ Robert M. Drake

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

~ Robert M. Drake

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re both a little crazy. Enough to believe we’re found where dreams are born and beneath our faults remain a science, where you and I will run away and leave nothing behind.

~ Robert M. Drake

Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps but even then, my love will remain.

~ Robert M. Drake

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard time to love. You always reminded me of home and I could never fathom the reasoning behind your smile. Perhaps one day, if we believe enough, we’ll find our way.

~ Robert M. Drake

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.

~ Robert M. Drake

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

~ Robert M. Drake

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I risked it all just to dream you complete and catch you one day free in the wild.

~ Robert M. Drake

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

~ Robert M. Drake

That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you’d return to rid me of the demons you left behind.

~ Robert M. Drake

technology murdered childhood.

~ Robert M. Drake

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

~ Robert M. Drake

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

~ Robert M. Drake

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

~ Robert M. Drake

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

~ Robert M. Drake

I wrote her story because she wanted to live forever and I loved her far more with every word, too much! Even in death her life sought out beauty, for her moments were consumed with love and I could never write such a story without her stars flaming in my heart.

~ Robert M. Drake

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

~ Robert M. Drake

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

~ Robert M. Drake

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

~ Robert M. Drake

all people start tocome apart finallyand there it is:just empty ashtrays in a roomor wisps of hair on a combin the dissolving moonlight.

~ Charles Bukowski