Poems Quotes

In greatness, life and death merge.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

From one bell all the bells toll.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

With me: one minus one = one, with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

~ Frederick Glaysher

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

~ Sanober Khan

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

~ Sanober Khan

Poems are word paintings. Poetry doesn’t belong to time. That’s why often you feel as if poems are speaking directly to you.

~ Salil Jha

It was more than a string of letters put togetherit was a thick cloak in the coldand a strong defense against an enemyIt was more than the naked heart on paperit was a way to undress sadness … and sinsand an olive branch for the desperateWriting was her prayer and the words were felt.

~ M.j. Abraham

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

~ Shannon L. Alder

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

~ Sanober Khan

I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.

~ M.j. Abraham

I belong to clever words and bedtime storieseven a good riddle or twoI belong to the sound of musicand dance to my own rhythmI belong to the sunlight on a chilly autumn daywhen the world awaits a new beginningI belong by the shore under a star-filled skywith the ocean caressing my feetI belong everywhere.And anyway I please.

~ M.j. Abraham

The road was so dimly lighted.There we;re no highway signs to guide.But they made up their minds,If all roads were blind,They wouldn't give up 'til they died....

~ Amy Harmon

My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.

~ D. Antoinette Foy

When you draw, you copy the world don't you? You remake it on paper, but it isn't the same. It's yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems, I use the words we all use, but the order and the sound create a new power. This wood is someone's creation. We stumble through it's tendrils, as if we're crawling through the synapses of his mind.

~ Catherine Fisher

Man disavows, and Deity disowns me;Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths allBolted against me.Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers,Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentenceWorse than Abiram's.Him the vindictive rod of angry JusticeSent quick and howling to the centre headlong;I, fed with judgement, in a fleshy tomb, amBuried above ground.

~ William Cowper

It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.

~ Kellie Elmore

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

~ Sanober Khan

One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.

~ Sanober Khan

I still can remember some of the poems and proverbs, I learnt in my childhood.

~ Laillah Gifty Akita

we are all like poems. some of us rhyme. some don’t. some are Pulitzer prizessome are just scribblesand yet, we all possessa special kind of beautythat can either heal or cut to the boneone that can never quitebe fathomed, nor forgotten.

~ Sanober Khan

From darkness; take me unto Light.O God! Help me today, make my maiden flight.From sorrow; give me the strength to break. And help me to love and to care.From darkness take me unto Light.O God! Hear my prayers and let in the sunlight. (excerpts of my poem from my book 'From the Silence Within')

~ Madhavi Sood

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

~ Sanober Khan

I want you to judge me without thinking about it.I want you to give me advice without considering my opinion.I want you to expecting anything without the need to trust me.I want you to decide for me with all the care in the world.I want you to help me without smothering me.I want you to decide without seeing my point of view.I want you to hug me without holding me...I want you to feel protected in my presence without me having to lie.I want you to be close without suffocating me.I want you to know everything without knowing anything...I want you to know that both love and friendship should always be Unconditional.

~ Stefan Dimov

Cold summer nightThe night is silenceBut your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lackingThe night is coldLonging of your armsI need your heat And your goneThe dawn is immenentI'm dreaming of you My eyes are cryingI'm missing youThe gleam of sunriseTouching my faceThe heat on my skinLike the touch of your handThe sun is born again once moreNew expectation, new hopeExpecting you missing meHoping to see you

~ Jhunmar Simila

Since it has quietly began to snow,new distances have awakened within me.

~ Gerrit Achterberg

A book about books is like a poem about poetry:Books are knowledge, paid for, all.Readers - horses in a stall.Stallions should always run.Lest they stale become, in turn.Running waters are most clear.In some books, you disappear –lose yourself, and track of time.How I wish that one was mine...Mine, to have, to write, to read...Mine, just like a flying steed.Mine, forever, - to improve.Would I then, of me, approve?I would not, I can't... myself.I'm but dust, swept off a shelf.Fly, can I, just 'til I'm settled,down, beside my flower, petalled.

~ Will Advise

i smile. things taken for granted have a way of catching you offguard when you least expect it, and then you're taken by what the portuguese calls saudade, a sense of longing for something, someone not there anymore.

~ Yeow Kai Chai