Poetry Quotes

Dance to inspire, dance to freedom, life is about experiences so dance and let yourself become free.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

Dance is the ritual of immortality.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

DANCE – Defeat All Negativity (via) Creative Expression.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

Transcend the terrestrial; surpass the celestial, from nature’s hands when you receive the sublime pleasures of dance.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

Audience of angels descend in the ambiance reciting praises in your glory, when you wear your dance shoes, when you arrive at the stage and with every step you take beneath your feet heaven moves. That is the power of dance.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being and dance are one.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being becomes dance.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

When a dancer performs, melody transforms into a carriage, expressions turn into fuel and spirit experiences a journey to a world where passion attains fulfillment.

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

Limit not to only five, when the divine gifts the supreme sixth; the sense of dance

~ Shah Asad Rizvi

The beautiful you is not the color of your skinOr the texture of your hair.The beautiful you is not how tall or short you areThe beautiful you is not rather you’re skinny or overweight by society standardsThe beautiful you is not the degrees you have obtainOr the size of your bank accounts.The beautiful you, has nothing to do with where you’re from, or religious beliefsNor the car you drive or the house you live in.The beautiful you is not the price tag of what you wearThe beautiful you has nothing do with how eloquent you speakThe beautiful you is your kindness and compassion toward othersThe beautiful you is your tolerance and patienceThe beautiful you is your ability to love and forgiveThe beautiful you don’t rush to judge what you don’t understandThe beautiful you is always seeking to evolve into its higher selfThat is the beautiful you and that is what the world needsThe beautiful you is what defines our HumanityThe Beautiful you, Be that Always!

~ Micheline Jean Louis

Choices! Choices!! Choices!!! I have chosen love over hate.I have chosen faith over fears.I have chosen courage over cowardice.I have chosen strength over weakness.I have chosen positive thinking over negative thoughts.

~ Lailah Gifty Akita

There should ne’er be a timeWhen a duty or dimeDoth outshineThe importance of family.

~ Richelle E. Goodrich

ilet myselfknowthat my lifedoesn'thave to be overjust becausetheirs are& i wentahead& paintedthe sunback into my sky.I am allowed to live my life.

~ Amanda Lovelace

ArtifactAs long as I can remember you kept the rifle--your grandfather's an antique you called it-in your study, propped against the tall shelvesthat held your many books. Upright,beside those hard-worn spins, it was anotherbackbone of your pas, a remnant I studiedas if it might unlock-- like the skeleton keyits long body resembled-- some door i had yetto find. Peering into the dark muzzle, I imagined a bulletas you described: spiraling through the boreand spinning straight for its target. It did not hit methen: the rifle I'd inherited showing mehow one life is bound to another, that hardshipendures. For years I admired its slender profile,until-- late one night, somber with drink--you told meit still worked, that you kept it loaded just in case,and I saw the rifle for what it is; a relicsharp as sorrow, the barrel hollow as regret.

~ Natasha Trethewey

It took me a long time to realiseThat mothers are women who carry you And not necessarily in their womb.

~ Stacy Morris

Friday night's alright for fightingSaturday, Sunday, Monday tooEvery night is a night of fightingWith family and friends like you

~ Jessica-Lynn Barbour

A short poem from my new book, The Lost Journal of my Second Trip to Pergatory, Thorny CrownsOf course the gold one was for special occasions, weddings, etc,silver for family reunions, office-casual type affairs.Bronze was a everyday choice; during yard work its burnished surface shone in sunlight.There were various colors and holiday appropriate ones.I could never find the hatboxes they were stored in.But the wooden one was reserved for the long suffering caused by family.Stevie’s funeral, my hospital trips and sister’s rebellion rated real wood. One tip filed extra sharp produced a fine and dramatic line of blood droplets on her brow.

~ Michelle Hartman

How rarely these few years, as work keeps up aloof,Or fares, or one thing or another,How we had days to spend under our parents' roof;Myself, my sister, and my brother.All five of us will die; to reckon from the pastThis flesh and blood is unforgiving.What's hard is that just one of us will be the lastTo bear it all and go on living.

~ Vikram Seth

Scenes from the PlayroomNow Lucy with her family of dolls Disfigures Mother with an emery board, While Charles, with match and rubbing alcohol, Readies the struggling cat, for Chuck is bored. The young ones pour more ink into the water Through which the latest goldfish gamely swims, Laughing, pointing at naked, neutered Father. The toy chest is a Buchenwald of limbs. Mother is so lovely; Father, so late. The cook is off, yet dinner must go on With onions as her only cause for tears She hacks the red meat from the slippery bone, Setting the table, where the children wait, Her grinning babies, clean behind the ears.

~ R.s. Gwynn

In this space,We do rawWe do loud hearts& truthful artWe do open arms& unfettered forgivenessWe do realWe do vulnerableWe do wildIn this space,We do loveIn all the shapes& formsThat we come inWe do love

~ Bryonie Wise

Listen.I will lose myselfif it means I can find you.

~ Alaska Gold

You are nothing like my father. And like my father you are nothing.

~ Eduardo C. Corral

Reflections they give meThat my mirror does notThey know the new meNot the old meThat I am not

~ Kathleen Marie

That night, when the creature sleeps, when he sleeps, the mother escapes into her daughters’ room. She tells her daughter that the creature’s afraid of her having too much love, too much heart. She takes a tube of lipstick and drags it across her finger like a knife, marking it across her daughter’s cheeks, red, blood, war paint.

~ Elijah Noble El

we always knewthat good times camewith termination contractseven if we weren't quite readyto sign it.

~ Sanober Khan

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.

~ Sanober Khan

Butterfly KissesAged imperfectionsstitched upon my faceyears and years of wisdomearned by His holy grace.Quiet solitude in a humble homeall the family scattered nowlike nomads do they roam.Then a giftsent from abovea memorypure and tangiblewrapped in innocence andunquestioning love.A butterfly kisslands gently upon my cheekfrom an unseen childa kiss most sweet.Heaven grants graceand tears followas youth revisitsthis empty hollow.

~ Muse

PartingOne is strong, a child now grownThe other weak, a parent aged-The strong once feebleThe weak once mighty-Time, the infinityhas marked them...

~ Muse

Soul SisterEvoking all my inner goodnesswith bastions of timeI cradle your heartsisterly into mine...

~ Muse

Her mind is a mess, and she has no intention of cleaning today.

~ Alfa H

Silent our body is a sacred temple, A place to connect with other people. Can't we just stay any younger? Really, we might keep it stronger, Elated, rather than so tilted or feeble!!

~ Ana Claudia Antunes

To storm, a mind, it must be balanced,by what can't be it must be challenged...

~ Will Advise

you clutter my mindthoughts of you, thoughts of me with youthoughts that keep me from restthat ull me to sleep at nightyour words are like butterthey're smooth and they're richand they make the bitter bits better

~ Madisen Kuhn

i love good cries,loud sobs that soak your pillowthat kind that come at the endof a perfect bookyou're gasping for airas droplets of salt water trickle down your cheeksinto the corners of your mouthas your chest rises and fallsand your vision is blurredby the tearsbut your mind is so clear and your every thoughtin that moment feels so meaningfuland important and rightit feels okay to justlet it all outit makes you feel likeyou are free

~ Madisen Kuhn

...now open your mind by closing your eyessee the unseen world within you which liesFrom the poem 'The Unseen World

~ Munia Khan

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

~ Munia Khan