Poetry Quotes Quotes

Woman with known intentintending to exploreWoman with her senses on the edgeedging for some more...From my poem, Known Intent - The Poetic Art of Seduction - Volume 1©Clarissa O. Clemens

~ Clarissa Clemens

In dealing with many words and different cultures every day, I have come to realize that the essence of life can be reduced to the magic of three sentences, in the order of their strength: “I apologize”, “I love you”, “Hi”. The use and the meaning you replenish them with become the mirror of yourself, eventually of an entire humanity. (Soar)

~ Soar

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

~ Not every poem is meant for oral stimulation, some are better devoured mentally.

~ Kiana Donae

Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe thoughts that arise in me.O, well for the fisherman's boy,That he shouts with his sister at play!O, well for the sailor lad,That he sings in his boat on the bay!And the stately ships go onTo their haven under the hill;But O for the touch of a vanished hand,And the sound of a voice that is still!Break, break, break,At the foot of thy crags, O Sea!But the tender grace of a day that is deadWill never come back to me.

~ Alfred Tennyson

On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky...

~ Stephan Attia

Thou therefore on these Herbs, and Fruits, and Flow'rsFeed first, on each Beast next, and Fish, and Fowl, No homely morsels, and whatever thingThe Scyth of Time mows down, devour unspar'd, Till I in Man residing through the Race, His thoughts, his looks, words, actions all infect, And season him thy last and sweetest prey.

~ John Milton

Eyes closed on an open soul...the world starts from within its core towards its final frontier: the end surface.

~ Soar

When the shadows shroud the woods,And the mountains are empty and bare;I am flying with the crow...

~ Stephan Attia

I came to explore the wreck. / The words are purposes. / The words are maps. / I came to see the damage that was done / and the treasures that prevail.

~ Adrienne Rich

But he who feels too much,He soars in angels’ tears of joy...

~ Stephan Attia

When the Earth was just a child,He searched for his mother Venus;And for his father Mars,But they were not home;They were gone elsewhere,Out there, in the great expanse; Beyond the breathing universe.

~ Stephan Attia

Time, so majestically fine, was passing by when I asked him to stop, a while, and lay his imprint upon the spaciousness of feelings: his face, reflected in the mirror of my memories, his smile, envisaged by my eyes, in quest of his new dwellings with wells of meanings. And there, he stopped its moment... and kissed my curiosity. It was then when I felt in love with him.

~ Soar

To hear her name I truly yearn,My heart is crying out;The sense of love I wish to earn,Without a second doubt.

~ Stephan Attia

The source of beauty in a man, It is humbleness and grace;Equality is the pearl of a king,Justice his scepter;Salvation is his crown.

~ Stephan Attia

When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelings are the only form of art which will remain to reign. (Soar)

~ Soar

Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.

~ Morgan Dragonwillow

The comedy of the wicked,Is the tragedy of the saint;But the saint’s comedy,Is the wicked’s remedy.

~ Stephan Attia

And in the vine of the divine, There is a fine line;Between tragedy and comedy,That a man cannot define.

~ Stephan Attia

I only wake up twice a year,And twice a year I live;In the equinox I am aware,Flying high and everywhere;On other days I grieve.

~ Stephan Attia

Better poetry than riches,Better poverty than fortunes.

~ Stephan Attia

Oh the stellar sensation,Oh the cosmic elevation;Time is sober in death,For the wine of love;Is the blue life of the earth.

~ Stephan Attia

You are the know place to which the unknown is always leading me back.I possess nothing worthy to give you. There's only me. ~ quotes from poetry that Angelo feels match him and Zach

~ Marie Sexton

For those who sense and comprehend,They know that heaven is at hand;The river blue which stream and stream,It has the pictures of my dream.

~ Stephan Attia

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

~ Aberjhani

The temporal heart resonates at whispersFrom a Truth overarchingOf whose countenanceTimeless Intellect yearns vainly to fathom

~ Ashim Shanker

We are not from here, my dear. So:Let the flames take over our bodies,‘cause I wanna merely burn with you.And we can dance until we become ashes,but don’t you dare leave me when we become pointless dust.Because this is when we canfinally blow away with the wind,back to that place where lovewas once real...

~ Michael Biondi

Etchings endure, But not in SandMeanings Collide To Unresolved FragmentsCodes fizzle to StaticThey are not lostBut UnheardNever lostFading slowly to SilenceBy infinite degrees

~ Ashim Shanker

I speak of new cities and new peopleI tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.I tell you yesterday is a wind gone down,a sun dropped in the west.I tell you there is nothing in the worldonly an ocean of tomorrows.a sky of tomorrows.I am a brother of the cornhuskers who sayat sundown:Tomorrow is a day.”- Carl Sandburg, Cornhuskers

~ Carl Sandburg

In vogue and cosmopolitan they clutch their Pomeranians and walk among the millionaires or watch from swayback steamer chairs

~ Allan Wolf

Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it’s the times that don’t feel real that we remember forever?

~ Michael Biondi

I heard your whispered fantasies so clear Softly told in my earI opened my eyes you weren't thereSo real my dream, I was so awareBut we'll meet again so certainlyIn our whispered fantasy

~ Astrid Brown

I’m looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables- from the poem Looking For You

~ Munia Khan

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...

~ E.a. Bucchianeri

Come quickly with me.Inhale the divine that swoopsfrom nostril to blunted throatthen sneaks past guarded doorsinto the hallway of your heartwhere the lamplight grows.

~ Merle Nudelman

Over the water of time I call to youIn a language I do not know.

~ Ellen S. Jaffe

Visitors come and go.Daily I read tea leaves for signsof the approaching century:a raven perched on a crossa sword piercing a cloud--A Victorian Life

~ Clara Blackwood

Poetry rhymes, a song our souls need to nourish upon. Poetry is a drum, a sound our bodies wish to have. Poetry is organized, a reading our eyes wish to view. Poetry is refined, a structure our moral selves seek. Poetry is civil, instigating the world to remain sane. Poetry is not ordinary, but it needs the ordinary eyes to continue to be the interesting art form of expression. Poetry is like a child communicating, who later grows to be an adult communicating in prose.

~ Gloria D. Gonsalves

The experiences, the lessons, and the defeats,They were all necessary for me to be me,took me a while being blind before i could see,had to crawl on my knees before i stood on my feet,once i stood on my feet i found out i had wings,the flight is amazing, i felt like a king,and when no one is listening, i found out i can sing, what happy times and thoughts does it bring,whatever it takes just make sure you are free,free to live, and grow like a tree,The people you love are the branches you need,its not about the type, the color, or breed,Live life with ambition, ambition indeed,Thats what it took, and thats what i need.

~ Michael Perez

A badly written novel can always be shortened to a poem.

~ Gloria D. Gonsalves