Poetry Quotes Quotes

Dreams are our only geography—our native land.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Two forces create eternity – a fairy tale and a dream from the fairy tale.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

A big desire is not enough to meet the expectations of lost dreams.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Into the day as by dream I swim To the music of nourished meaning.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Free diving is not entirely free: to go down you leave behind

~ Brook Emery

If the colour of life turns grey turn the palette the other way

~ Benny Bellamacina

The fakirs always throng the sea-shoreTo find meaning in the chaosAnd then they too become melancholyFeeling nothing but their naked toes.

~ Avijeet Das

In our most vulnerable hour, it is helpful to remember our creative power.

~ Atalina Wright

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

~ Melody Lee

Embrace your inner goddess, never let go of the light you carry within.

~ Cynthia Dougherty-Bernal

Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!

~ Ljupka Cvetanova

Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Beauty is a cheap word, but beauty remains priceless.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Art is apotheosis; often, the complaint of beauty.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Beauty surrounds us, but oftentimes it takes a person with a poetic perception, an artist’s way of looking at the world, to first notice the sublime, and then stagecraft the splendor of nature so that other people can perceive their synoptic vision. The spirit and aesthetic intention behind the work is what assigns the work its artistic quality. Great works of poetry and writing, for instance, express not simply a criticism of life, but also encompass a philosophy for living.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

~ Melody Lee

A storm-filled life replete with piercing and unearthly sounds ravages the soul of any thoughtful person. In contrast, the genteel wind of restoration moves silently, invisibly. Renewal is a spiritual process, the communal melody that sustains us. Inexpressible braids of tenderness whispering reciprocating chords of love for family, friends, humankind, and nature plaits interweaved layers of blissful atmosphere, which copious heart song brings spiritual rejuvenation. For when we love in a charitable and bountiful manner without reservation, liberated from petty jealously, and free of the toxic blot of discrimination, we become the ineluctable wind that vivifies the lives of other people. The mellifluous changes in heaven, earth, and our journey through the travails of time, while worshiping the trove of fathomless joys of life, constitute the seeds of universal poetry.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

a single poemthe thing that can keep melight on my feet,when my soul isheavy with sorrow.

~ Sanober Khan

If I began to drawmyself away from youwe’d still be liketwo mixed colors of paintimpossible to separate.

~ Sanober Khan

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

~ Sanober Khan

I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean Where the waves Liberate my spirit... From its shell I breathe in... The brilliant sky line Where the birds Emerge shyly From the dappled sunshine I breathe in... The gently... Blowing winds That soothe me Like a mother, around her child I breathe in... The sounds of laughter Pure and pretty Like the golden-green butterfly I’m always after I breathe in... The closeness, I have always shared With people, Who almost knew me, Almost cared I breathe in... The comfort Of my home, The safe walls, The scents of childhood On the pillows I breathe in...the silence Of my own heart Aching with tenderness... With memories.. Of home I breathe... in... The fragrance Of love, and moist sand The one... His roses left... On both my hands And I just keep on breathing Every moment As much as I can Preserving it, in my body For the day It can’t So I breathe in.. Once again.. Feeling life's energy Fizzing through my cells Never knowing What awaits me Or what's going to happen to me.. Next I breathe in This moment... Knowing it's either life Or it's death I close my eyes, And breathe in Just believing in myself.

~ Sanober Khan

They say this soul hunting will cost me my sanity,i say i'd go insane if i stop.

~ Anjum Choudhary

Perfection seems sterile; it is final, no mystery in it; it's a product of an assembly line.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Art is a distinct form of human communication. Art interprets experience, sensation, and feelings. An artistic work translates our mental images and allows other people to understand what we feel; art conveys our happiness, sadness, hopes, doubts, anxieties, fears, desires, and ineffable longings.

~ Kilroy J. Oldster

Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water.

~ Kamand Kojouri

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

~ Kamand Kojouri

To read a poemIs to see light where there is darknessIs to hear silence where there is noiseIs to dance where there is no musicIs to sing where the only instrument is wordsAnd the stirring, impassioned pauses

~ A.a. Patawaran

I can't remember the poemThat pierced through my heartIt was the saddest I heardOf all truths ever spokenIt left a scar in meA wound that doesn't healBut the words are forgottenSo is a big part of me

~ A.a. Patawaran

I read for pleasureIn search of fictional worldsTo enrich my truths

~ A.a. Patawaran

A single poem, alonecan turn tidesscatter galaxiesand burst forth with riversfrom paradise.

~ Sanober Khan

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

~ Sanober Khan

Let the wet earth embrace you firmly, soundly. She needs to be revived, she needs to beat like a heart full of adrenaline inside a chest.

~ V.s. Atbay

KUNDALINI DANCEDark and cold and wet were Her handsI felt Her chilly breath inside my throatHer claws deep inside trying to find traces ofFear within meI stayed still Accepting Opening ReceivingWithin a moment She was insideTwo fingers below My belly buttonIn there She found no traces of shiversno traces of resistance, no traces of weaknessjust clear pure Passage-WayThen She grew into Her most powerful SelfShe stood undisturbed, unmoved, unchangedTotally free and She screamedAAAAAUUUUUUMMMFrom the centre of the earth, Through the tunnels of the caves, To the surface of the volcanoesAAAAUUUUUUMMMMTo open: Mountain tops untouched by clouds and rainCherry fields in their full blossomA dog running after a train filled with the excitementA witch laughing at passers-by mirroring their paranoiaDeath looking us in the eyes searching for the chosen Few Capable to see the Key behind Her magic veil

~ Nataša Nuit Pantović