Poems Quotes

A book is a place where my reality, escapism, hope, despair, love and death lie.

~ Nikita Dudani

My only wish is to be buried with my books.

~ Nikita Dudani

Great writers experience their dreams. They put them on paper, where others can read about them.

~ Ellen J. Barrier

To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.

~ Grace Paley

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

~ Michael Bassey Johnson

I do understand that they fall when I'm least able to pay attention because poems fall not from a tree, really, but from the richly pollinated boughs of an ordinary life, buzzing, as lives do, with clamor and glory. They are easy to miss but everywhere: poetry just is, whether we revere it or try to put it in prison. It is elementary grace, communicated from one soul to another.

~ Barbara Kingsolver

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.

~ Amiri Baraka

Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a pushDon't let me understand you Don't realise meOr we might tumble togetherDepersonalizedIdenticalInto the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- me

~ Mina Loy

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh.

~ Charles Bukowski

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

No matter how right or how beautiful your path is, never try to impose your path on others! Remember that flowers by no means pull bees by force to their world! Your path is your poem; if people like your poem, they will fondly join you in your path!

~ Mehmet Murat Ildan

In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem 'Can You Embrace?

~ Munia Khan

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

~ Taylor Patton

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

~ Taylor Patton

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

~ Taylor Patton

Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.

~ Taylor Patton

Life doesn't stop. It doesn't stop progressing forward and it never stops trying to bring you to your knees. It will test your strengths and exploit your weakness, and I'm not sure that is always such a bad thing.

~ Christy Aldridge

beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung

~ Charles Bukowski

I always felt it wouldpass.I listened to the charges against meknowing some of them to be truebut certainly notimportant enoughto become the target ofviolence, envy,vengeance.I thought it would surelypass.

~ Charles Bukowski

Sound.Noisethe air employs.Melodies sweet.Tweet, tweet, tweet.Soft. Loud.A roaring crowd.Cluck. Caw. Crow.Tet, tet. Tis, tis.Guttural growl.Harrowing howl.Drip, drip, drip.Tap, tap, tap.Moan and groan.Endless drone.Ding, dang, dong.A church bell song.Vibrations in my earto hear.Sound.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

Shadow of Your SpiritAt night I see the shadow of your spiritMixing with my blood and soulDuring the day I see your photosThey tell me come to meCome to my world and romanceEven I don’t know by myselfHow I fell into your loveI cannot remove it from my heartYour love stabled my soul

~ Kamaran Ihsan Salih

Everything is like a wall. Said a scholar to the troll. Bang your head to go on through. Then you'll see, there is no queue.

~ Will Advise

I found an empty chairand sat on itto find myself even emptier.I found a broken glassand looked at itto see my dissolved facea little prettierI found a steep doorwayand enteredin order to close my exit.From the poem 'Blue Stanzas

~ Munia Khan

Some of us die long before our last breath. We perish in the fire of love, reduced to ashes in the consuming blaze. No, we do not die when our hearts cease to beat, but when they start beating the first timefor someone else.

~ Shakieb Orgunwall

They were full of mysteries and secrets, like... like poems turned into landscapes.'Poems turned into landscapes.' he murmured with a slight smile. And what of Vestenveld's gardens? Do you see poems in them?Your gardens are like your country's poetry. Very frilly and organized.

~ Jaclyn Dolamore

Our past sins, our fractured lives--soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

~ Beatriz Fitzgerald Fernandez

I put my faith in something unknown, beyond the moon, sun, and stars, one day I will own. I put my faith in something, renew. Beyond the rivers, deserts, mountains and valleys.One day it shall become new. I cannot renounce the struggle But yes, it’s what this destiny holds The pain is worst. My heart is whole and will not burst.I live on sweet nothing.I am tired of hope, when this dream is not in the scope. I told the pope, he told me to hold on to life and use the rope.I put my faith in you, this is too good to be true.

~ Henry Johnson Jr

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle, flickered upon ocean's insanity.Your sailing heart there anchors to handle the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.

~ Munia Khan

We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.

~ Kevin Fuller

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die ...

~ E.a. Bucchianeri

Monster a person though monster not human.Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann!World full of stupid. World full of noise.Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys.World full of JUNK monster not comprehend.What is a childhood? What is a friend?Monster and human both want the same.Want conversation. Want love. WANT NO PAIN.If monster speak heart: monster life only worsen.Monster not human: BUT MONSTER A PERSON!

~ Jennifer Finney Boylan

I love you in my very own way.Like a stone loves the mosses around itLike a sea loves the pebbles in itLike a coincidence...Taking you as the way you are,With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.I love you in my very own wayBy throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your headLike i want to kill you.Just because of envying the love That my heart spend on you.

~ Arzum Uzun

And life goes on like this,an uncomplete poem.

~ Arzum Uzun

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

~ Steven Herrick

I listen to the rainfall, my words wanna flow!Droplets run down the wall,where do they go?Letters in the raw,mesh together for the show!

~ Leslie Austin

A short poem from my book:PerspectiveOf coursethere is a hellshe saidand it hasan observation deck,so I maystand and waveto all those kindsouls belowwho warned meI would go there.

~ Michelle Hartman

Today I write,riots with insite!Tomorrow I read,take the lead!Sometimes I sleep, health to keep!But for now I write,and got no gripe!

~ Leslie Austin

Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To 'get' the poem is to hear the eloquence of the silence that it calls forth through its manifestation of love.

~ David Patterson

That's what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you're not sure what the poet's talking about. You may have an idea, but you can't be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings.

~ Jay Asher

There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.

~ Lenore Kandel