Poetry Quotes Quotes

Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?

~ Pablo Neruda

That woman wants to hear all my wishes,For already a thousand years,And each my thought knows to read,Even if I don't utter it aloud.

~ Stjepan Varesevac Cobets

i asked him why he carried a flask.because the bottle pours too fucking slow

~ Brandon Thomas Disabatino

Do not forget about the thorns on the roseswhen you say that love is like a red red rose.

~ Isabel Quintero

I have wished a bird would fly away,And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the doorWhen it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.The bird was not to blame for his keys.And of course there must be something wrongIn waiting to silence any song.

~ Robert Frost

Love is like a white geranium.It grows like a weedoverpowering the ground–if you don’t take care of itprune itshape itit climbs wallsand hidesinsectsthat slowly eat at itmaking it die.Easily grownand easily withered.

~ Isabel Quintero

Poetry is an attempt to penetrate the dense reality to find a place where the simplest things look as new as through the eyes of a child.

~ Czesław Miłosz

Desire is a powerful boat herding anchors and chains in the middle of the night.

~ Rosabetty Muñoz

I only live to love so manyFig trees but could neverSleep under one. One is tooLittle in one lifetime.

~ Al Mamoon Mohit

We all knew she needed help.But none of us knew how.And none of us could swallow our pride and just ask her what she needed.I don’t know why.Maybe we were too ashamed we didn’t know how to approach our own mother.So we let the years slip unhappily past us and hoped we would never inherit the misery embedded in her soul.But I did.And I didn’t know how to say it aloud. And I still don’t.

~ Stacy Morris

I can’t pinpoint the moment this all happened. The moment we broke. But we did.And it feels like acid in my throat.

~ Stacy Morris

It always felt as though there were a shaken beehive living in my chest. I could never rest.

~ Stacy Morris

I felt torn Between living and dying Between sleeping and surviving.

~ Stacy Morris

At times poems can be like riddles, too difficult to decipher or comprehend. But how else does one come to understand what can only be felt but not said?

~ Raneem Kayyali

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

~ Sanober Khan

With wine beside a gently flowing brook - this is the best,Withdrawn from sorrow in some quiet nook - this is the best

~ Hafez

Someone will remember us I sayEven in another time

~ Sappho

Silence. First it’s a cloud of apricot trees in flower, yellow or ivory, like a thousand little butterflies sown in the fresh grass, moving in the glow of lamplight when night ascends. Fragments of dreams. You can see the red sun setting on the foliage, like an enormous mass of incandescent steel.Then there were the trees a little farther off, straightening their fragile frames, the woolen blue pincushion flower like an eye and that tumult of milk in the deep stone, and finally the moan of the air beaten by a flock of blue woodpigeons– a silken challenge perhaps, or one of crackled leather.

~ Deborah Heissler

Latefor the present, I supposeaccentuated each timeyou see, quick enoughthis fraction of earthunderfootthat upright speechimprints,like the whole of beingresumesWe’ve hit on something like lightning strikes

~ Deborah Heissler

And thenwe no longer distinguish far nor nearThey sleepdreamgather branchesfor this firethe cloud brewsagainst the powerless day —Long line of fugitivesbeneath the snow

~ Deborah Heissler

Everything had become song. The curve of the road beneath the clouds here, and there the strokes of dark earth, the green and the gray, the torn pink of clay and gravel under fingertips. The consonance was above all that of the muffled shadow and grass to the depths of sky, where a flutter of cheerful feathers quivered.In these dreams there are also black walnut trees, and then a forest that opens in a breeze. Nothing. Nothing more than the obstinate sound of wind.

~ Deborah Heissler

I exaggerateThere is a lie in my truthLook! My soul is blue

~ A.a. Patawaran

Poems arrive. They hide in feelings and images, in weeds and delivery vans, daring us to notice and give them form with our words. They take us to an invisible world where light and dark, inside and outside meet.

~ Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge

The Veil of Consciousness is a thin sheath thatI wear to view the transparency of the life thatSurrounds me.

~ Sandra Proto

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

~ A.a. Patawaran

No music in the raindropsNo clouds with silver liningTorrents of sorrowsHorror in streams

~ A.a. Patawaran

heopened me uplike a book& poured thepoetryback i

~ Amanda Lovelace

May the nights always be aglowwith the bliss of the daywith unharmed hands and feetand kissed cheeks.

~ Sanober Khan

The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it.

~ Henri Michaux

This is hell, but I planned it. I sawed it,I nailed it, and I will live in it until it kills me.I can nail my left palm to the left-hand crosspiece butI can’t do everything myself. I need a hand to nail the right,a help, a love, a you, a wife.

~ Alan Dugan

Alas! this is not what I thought life was.I knew that there were crimes and evil men,Misery and hate; nor did I hope to passUntouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.In mine own heart I saw as in a glassThe hearts of others ... And whenI went among my kind, with triple brassOf calm endurance my weak breast I armed,To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woeful mass!

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

No Brasil não há outonomas as folhas caem- In Brazil there is no autumnbut the leaves fall

~ Carlos Drummond De Andrade

God’s justice in the one, and his goodness in the other, is exercised for evermore, as the everlasting subjects of his reward and punishment.

~ Sir Walter Raleigh.

Poetry is not for poets, poetry lovers or perceived poetic persons only. Poetry is in yourself, others and everything of nature and man-made.Poetry may not be a solution, yet it can reveal or ease challenges faced.Poetry is capable of affecting any heart.

~ Gloria D. Gonsalves

Love me...with all the abandonof a sudden wild rain.

~ Sanober Khan

I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.

~ Sanober Khan

Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth?

~ Warsan Shire

the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.

~ Sanober Khan

His Kiss:He has me at his every whim, everything starts with him. To all the boys I used to kiss— everything stops with his.

~ Lang Leav

A town loved with bitter love.

~ Anna Akhmatova