Poetry Quotes

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

~ Jenim Dibie

You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, Be still. Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, I love you.

~ Shannon L. Alder

I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.

~ Jenim Dibie

There’s a pressure at all hours of the day only a poem can assuage.

~ Kristen Henderson

I write to forget the days that broke me into a million nights.

~ Jenim Dibie

The fury of confession, at first,then the fury of clarity:It was from you, Death, that such hypocriticalobscure feeling was born! And nowlet them accuse me of every passion,let them bad-mouth me, let them say I’m deformed,impure, obsessed, a dilettante, a perjurer.You isolate me, you give me the certainty of life,I’m on the stake. I play the card of fireand I win this little, immense goodness of mine.I can do it, for I have suffered you too much!I return to you as an émigré returnsto his own country and rediscovers it:I made a fortune (in the intellect)and I’m happy, as I once was,destitute of any norm,a black rage of poetry in my breast.A crazy old-age youth.Once your joy was confused with terror,it’s true, and now almost with other joy,livid and arid, my passion deluded.Now you really frighten me,for you are truly close to me,part of my angry state, of obscure hunger,of the anxiety almost of a new being.

~ Pier Paolo Pasolini

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

~ Sanober Khan

how is it thathe's alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

~ Sanober Khan

i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.

~ Sanober Khan

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

~ Sanober Khan

i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.

~ Sanober Khan

kisses... areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.

~ Sanober Khan

The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore-She always retreated back.To want, to need, to love the moonFor all she's worth.Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen.Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union.

~ Saiber

Here, illuminated at last,Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;Sweet moments of passion and healing,Of sensual release.

~ Scott Hastie

I do not blame himfor not knowing the gentleness of my soul.When I only showed him,how violently I loved.

~ Saiber

My bridled soul leaps under the pressure of desires,Chained i am by this organic-societal form from galloping freeMy mind heaves me to safety,but heart is ready for doom...An all knowing glance pierced deep through my skinSmiling at my ailing and confused form,Invading my senses, feeding them to the eternal fires...

~ Gayathri Jayakumar

Music is not my life. My life is music.

~ Criss Jami

I am lover of words... I am wickedly drunk with the magic of words... the poetic nature whispers through and to my very heart and soul.

~ Jennifer Hillman

The season was waning fastOur nights were growing cold at lastI took her to bed with silk and song,'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long...I must prepare my body for passion.''O, your body you give, but all else you ration.''It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene...A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...I have dreams of a trembling wench.''You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.''Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared...As our longing for love can never be cured...Our want is our way and our way is our will...We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.''If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill...This love, our love, that no one can kill.'Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.

~ Roman Payne

but in the cityin which I love you,no one comes, no onemeets me in the brick clefts;in the wedged dark,no finger touches me secretly, no mouthtastes my flawless salt,no one wakens the honey in the cells, finds the hummingin the ribs, the rich business in the recesses;hulls clogged, I continue laden

~ Li-Young Lee

The moments of nature's universal, triumphant silence had come, those minutes when the creative mind works harder, poetic thoughts seethe more ardently, the heart's passion blazes more brightly and its longing aches more painfully, the grain of criminal thought ripens in a cruel soul more imperturbably and powerfully.

~ Ivan Goncharov

You are the dreamBut I’ve had wake up calls

~ Dawn Lanuza

There is nothing out here...it is all inside;it is all in my head.The things that happen do not existunless I give them meaning.To be able to define everythingis where my greatest weakness lies.To be able to feelis the madness I need to make senseof the things that strike me.People strike me,love strikes meand everything else moves mein such a waythat I could barely understand.I feel,and everything I feel is nothing;nothing but an extensionof the mindandof the heart I was born with.

~ Robert M. Drake

Words fail to describewhat i feel anymore.Let me be numb for a while,let me be sore.

~ Anjum Choudhary

Love left us long back,we just got better.You at pretending,Me at hiding.

~ Anjum Choudhary

My mind gets stronger everyday,my heart gets weaker with time.

~ Anjum Choudhary

I think i should get love inked on my skin.Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

~ Anjum Choudhary

Don't focus on the words i write,pay attention to the ones i don't.These lines won't tell you much about me,try to read in between these lines.

~ Anjum Choudhary

He was her reason for existence,She was his ultimate risk.

~ Anjum Choudhary

There were plenty of fishes in the pond,yet i fell in love with a crocodile.

~ Anjum Choudhary

I collect my thoughts, I choose my words, Whenever I decide to talk to you.But...I feel like a dumb, without a tongue,Whenever I reach in front of you.I wonder why it happens to me?even when my feelings are genuine and true.

~ Saad Salman

Reality calls for a name, for words, but it is unbearable, and if it is touched, if it draws very close, the poet’s mouth cannot even utter a complaint of Job: all art proves to be nothing compared with action. Yet to embrace reality in such a manner that it is preserved in all its old tangle of good and evil, of despair and hope, is possible only thanks to distance, only by soaring above it--but this in turn seems then a moral treason.

~ Czesław Miłosz

Ah youth, youth! That's what happens when you go steeping your soul into Shakespeare

~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky

A Coy Aversion...a fluttertoo shyto be seen...

~ Muse

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works.

~ Criss Jami

Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.

~ Álvaro De Campos

If you had told me, though, when I was twenty-four that I would write about Skokie, Illinois, where I grew up, I would have said, ‘You’re out of your mind. Why would I have Skokie in a poem?’ But you become resigned. Your job is to write about the life you actually have.

~ Edward Hirsch

But what you’re calling poetry is what everything is. It’s not even poetry — it’s seeing. These materialists are blind. You told me they say space is infinite. Where do they see that in space?”And I, disconcerted: “But don’t you think of space as infinite? Can’t you conceive of space as infinite?”“I don’t conceive of anything as being infinite. How could I conceive of anything as being infinite?”“But, man,” I said, “Imagine space. Beyond that space is more space, and beyond that more, and then more, and more... It never ends...““Why?” asked my master Caeiro.

~ Álvaro De Campos

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.

~ Roberta Pearce

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate, the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark power of reality. The gods enjoy eternal youth, and the search for the means of securing it was one of the occupations of the heroes of mythology and the sages, as it was of real adventurers in the middle ages and more recent times. . . . But the fountain of youth has not been found, and can not be found if it is sought in any particular spot on the earth. Yet it is no fable, no dream-picture; it requires no adept to find it: it streams forth inexhaustible in all living nature.

~ Ferdinand Cohn