Poems Quotes

Most Like an Arch This MarriageMost like an arch—an entrance which upholds and shores the stone-crush up the air like lace. Mass made idea, and idea held in place. A lock in time. Inside half-heaven unfolds.Most like an arch—two weaknesses that lean into a strength. Two fallings become firm. Two joined abeyances become a term naming the fact that teaches fact to mean.Not quite that? Not much less. World as it is, what’s strong and separate falters. All I do at piling stone on stone apart from you is roofless around nothing. Till we kissI am no more than upright and unset. It is by falling in and in we makethe all-bearing point, for one another’s sake, in faultless failing, raised by our own weight.

~ John Ciardi

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of its own fires,There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin daysCrowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze. So after Love has led us, till he tires Of his own throes, and torments, and desires,Comes large-eyed friendship: with a restful gaze,He beckons us to follow, and across Cool verdant vales we wander free from care. Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?Why are we haunted with a sense of loss?We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.

~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Is stuffed, de world, wif feeding girls.

~ John Berryman

Poems are not often simply emotions butOne has enough emotions -- they're experienceExperience themselves are not important....

~ Angela Suba

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

The kind of poetry to avoid in the pretty-pretty kind that pleased our grandmothers, the kind that Longfellow and Tennyson, good poets at their best, wrote at their worst.

~ Clifton Fadiman

I rushed through the door.You had bitten a way for me.

~ Hannah Weiner

He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.He'd be gone for days with long silences between each breath.I know I'm his one of many and he knows he's my one of one. The only one who holds him down.Yet, he still leaves.He walks through the door and with each step my heart leaps.He crumbles to the ground in tears telling me he's sorry.He says he needs me and he's nothing without me.How can he be so attached and detached at the same time?I swear, this man loves to see me in pain.

~ J.a. Anum

It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.

~ David Benioff

Names sound nice because no one peeks behind the cover to see the sad face of a poem crying for meaning, while the name of the creator proudly smiles from the title.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

A poem is its own name and cover.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

~ Maurice Maeterlinck

You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.

~ J.a. Anum

I am a master wordsmith. I have the ability to bend words at will and invoke feelings with the stroke of my pen. But I'm yet to master the art of finding the right words to describe what happens in my heart when I see you.

~ J.a. Anum

No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.

~ J.a. Anum

We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.

~ J.a. Anum

Let me be the drink in your cup. I know how to intoxicate you.

~ J.a. Anum

I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.

~ J.a. Anum

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

~ J.a. Anum

The first time I saw your face, my lips said, hello and my heart said, that's your wife.

~ J.a. Anum

He pulled me close and said, Katie, don't leave me, you're my breath, I refuse to live without you.It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I still walked away, because my name is Anne Marie.

~ J.a. Anum

I tasted danger on his lips and became an addict.A slave to adrenaline and irrational behaviour.We lived recklessly in a dramatic whirl;Clubbing and Cutting,Drinking and Driving,Fighting and Fucking,Smoking and Snorting,Overdoing and Overdosing. I tasted danger on his lips and lost my way.

~ J.a. Anum

There's something about her.It's not her smile or grace,It's not her beauty or race,It's not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that's not the case.It's just her.

~ J.a. Anum

A versifier’s poem is born by the sound, a poet’s sound is born by the poem.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

My uncle read me Omar Khayyam. In Arabic. Not Turkish or even English. I tried so hard to understand it. I would ask him what it all meant but he always said the pleasure was in the finding out... the discovery. He said you can keep some poems by you your whole life and they will only reveal parts of themselves to you when you are ready to hear them. (Ottmar)

~ Miranda Emmerson

poetry is not—except in a very limited sense—a form of self-expression. Who on earth supposes that the pearl expresses the oyster?

~ Cecil Day-Lewis

Nails that claw by a beautiful mind.A pretty face can leave you blind - Poem 'Small Pain' from 'The B Word: The B in LBGTQ Poetry'.

~ S.c. Silver

O Sailor!It’s the way I want to beIt’s beyond the pale for meIt’s what being unknown is all aboutIt’s the path I choose to takeIt’s the destiny I makeIt’s my life now – the only way outOut of circulation in another dimensionI carry you right inside my heartAs we’re one, moulded togetherAlways and forever, never apartIt’s a world where I’m aloneIt’s a place where I can atoneIt’s a severing of all ties I knowI feel so free and yet I’m boundI’m invisible and yet aroundI know I’ve got to go with the flowMy life now is like a sailboat ride,Destiny is the wind – with you by my side,I’m the sailor, who sets the course,Empowered by an incredible force.

~ Tapan Ghosh

She has a fiery soul that cannot be tamed.She has free spirit that cannot be maimed.She moves with the wind and flows with the river.She howls at the moon and smiles at the sun.Just when you think she is finished, she declares, “I’ve just begun.”Like wild flowers, she grows where she decides to push through fallow ground.Like wild fires, she spreads with speed that can’t be drowned.She has mystery in her blood, magic in her touch and regardless of her frameshe can be too much-wild woman.She is not predictable, controllable nor the people pleasing kind.That’s why she is called wild woman and can never be defined.

~ Mishi Mccoy

my poems are only bits of scratchingon the floor of acage.

~ Charles Bukowski

No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath forever.......

~ Swansh

I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters, but I always seem to lay us out bare.Sorry for the poems.

~ Unknown

Thoughtful symmetry in a maze of tortuous confusion, Loving me is a battle, wrought with pain and illusion

~ Emery Leeann

The fatal problem with poetry: poems.

~ Ben Lerner

A wise old owl once told me,One time when he was out of his tree,That nothing in this world is for free.I agree!

~ P.d. Cain

Poetry is like an unexpected noise in the night: the creak of a door, a footstep on the porch, the soft scuffle of a moth against the screen, which rouses every sense to an instant alert. So comes poetry to the drowsy mind, which startles a moment, wonders, and returns to sleep.

~ Christopher Morley

LOVE the hideous in order to find the sublime core of it.

~ Mina Loy

Poetry: What kind of art assumes the dislike of its audience and what kind of artist aligns herself with that dislike, even encourages it? An art hated from without and within.

~ Ben Lerner

A little bump in the road is just a bump. There's more ahead until you reach your destination.

~ China Cancio

I've been writing poems since I was sixteen. Back then, poems were an obvious release for all the frustrations and anxieties associated with adolescence. Mostly, they were a way for me to impress girls, even though I never remember any girls being impressed.

~ Tony Magistrale