Poetry Love Quotes

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me

~ Evy Michaels

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.

~ Avijeet Das

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

~ Sanober Khan

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

~ Mie Hansson

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

~ Sanober Khan

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

~ Sanober Khan

My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness!

~ Delano Johnson

When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. “& I love Wordplay

~ Elijah Cainaan

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

~ Sanober Khan

Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside.

~ Eeva Lancaster

And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.

~ Danabelle Gutierrez

Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

~ Danabelle Gutierrez

And like nectar inside the bud,my blood drinks from your blood, beloved,and starves to join the salvation in your eyes;to be understood again and again, by your nakedness and certainty, a humbleness that trickles into the crevices of my seasoned mind.

~ V.s. Atbay

why do people pour water on concrete expecting something to grow from it AP

~ Alexis Pettway

Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail of crimson for all but one to see.

~ Raneem Kayyali

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.

~ Roman Payne

And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

~ Khadija Rupa

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

~ Jessica Kristie

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

~ Jessica Kristie

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

~ Jessica Kristie

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

~ Jessica Kristie

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

~ Jessica Kristie

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

~ Jessica Kristie

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

~ Jessica Kristie

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

~ Jessica Kristie

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

~ Jessica Kristie

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

~ Jessica Kristie

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

~ Jessica Kristie

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

~ Jessica Kristie

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

~ Jessica Kristie

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

~ Jessica Kristie

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

~ Jessica Kristie

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

~ Jessica Kristie

Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heart beats and poet-less words for me? [ i do…]

~ N'zuri Za Austin

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

~ Sade Andria Zabala

Did you know that Bharatiyar used the pen name “Shelley-dasan”? He admired the poems of Shelley so deeply that he wrote under the name “Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired yet another poet who wrote as Surada, short for Subburathina-dasan. And to think this long chain of inspiration spans centuries, going back to the poets who inspired Wordsworth, who inspired Shelley, who inspired our own Bharati.

~ Indu Muralidharan

We had scar-tissueromance and ours wasa relationship of sayinggoodbye—every timewe fought, every timewe fucked, and every timewe called it quits, beforepicking up our knivesagain

~ Phil Volatile

Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

~ Chrissy Moon