Poetry Quotes

The poet is a faker / Who's so good at his act / He even fakes the pain / Of pain he feels in fact.

~ Fernando Pessoa

As Borges has taught us, all the books in the library are contemporary. Great poems are like granaries: they are always ready to enlarge their store.

~ William H. Gass

What is hell to a writer? Hell is being too busy to find the time to write or being unable to find the inspiration. Hell is suddenly finding the words but being away from your notebook or typewriter. Hell is when the verses slip away through your fingers and they never return again.

~ R.m. Engelhardt (Talon)

Ocean waves gently rock the boat,As if to the tune of a lullaby.She sits still as the boat silently floatsUnder the infinite blue sky.

~ Rachel Lewis

Thee, my serenity, one can not bear, Seeing thee befuddled, bereaved,Dimmed like the midnight, secluded, darkened,Thee, my serenity,A window to my eyes, A window to laughter, and peace of mind,Thee, my serenity, one can not bear,Seeing thee wail, whine, cry,Like a gloomy, mourning brume,Thee, my serenity,Soared through fervor and delight,To the crown of heavens, the Almighty Myth,One can not bear, Seeing thee prostrate, razed, demure,Upon the dimmed streets, crawling, for a sight of the lune,Thee, my birdy in love, What befall to thy song, The very chant of my life, Cut short, stopped, along with all I gasp,Thee, my serenity, one can not bear,Seeing thee, caged in thy own night, Encumbered, through thy own heart,Lean on my shoulders now,My beautiful, wonderful Lily,That thee shall not fear, the sorrow of,Of being lonely, apart, not having a peer,As I promise, to my most dear,The girl to my heart, always near,Come what may, don’t age a year,That I will be, forever here

~ Hamidreza Bagheri

A fortress built long ago,Walls made timeless by historic glory.The small girl in the boat slows,To listen to its story.

~ Rachel Lewis

I Don't Write Because God Gives Me A Fresh Word Everyday, I write Because of The Words He Has Already Spoken Yesterday That Changed Today.

~ The Prolific Penman

Poetry, Shakespeare and opera, are like mumps and should be caught when young. In the unhappy event that there is a postponement to mature years, the results may be devastating.

~ Dimitris Mita

If I could describe myself, I'd say that I am a poetic gerd. (A geek and nerd combo) I love Shakespeare and romance, but sci-fi and action have a big slice of my heart. When I meet a man who can quote some Hitchcock out of thin air, do a perfect ''Timey Whimey'' impression, play me some classic rock when I'm sad and can give a 'Gone with the Wind' kiss, I will have my soul mate.

~ Melanie Kay Taylor

A rural Venus, Selah rises from thegold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweepspetals of water from her skin. At once,clouds begin to sob for such beauty.Clothing drops like leaves.No one makes poetry,my Mme.Butterfly, my Carmen, in Whylah,”I whisper. She smiles: “We’ll shape it withour souls.”Desire illuminates the dark manuscriptof our skin with beetles and butterflies.After the lightning and rain has ceased,after the lightning and rain of lovemakinghas ceased, Selah will dive again into thesunflower-open river.

~ George Elliott Clarke

A midst deceit I found the truth;there in the rough I found a diamond.And from the moment we met,I think of no one elseToday I choose to be, to live and breathe;to dream, to weep, and to sing in free verse.And you, the object of my delight:a like-minded opposite I am myself with,a mind-fuck times six, seven, eight thousand and three.I know that you love me with every inch of your deep.

~ Donato Dicristino

Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope.

~ Susan Griffin

Spend the glittering moonlight therePursuing down the soundless deepLimbs that gleam and shadowy hair,Or floating lazy, half-asleep.Dive and double and follow after,Snare in flowers, and kiss, and call,With lips that fade, and human laughterAnd faces individual,Well this side of Paradise! . . .There's little comfort in the wise.

~ Rupert Brooke

I don't write poems to melt your heart.I write them,so our heartscan melt together.

~ Subhan Zein

If you cannot be a sun that illuminates the light, be a moon that never tires of reflecting the light.

~ Subhan Zein

Real poetry is art at its purest sense. It is never a commodity, but a breath of eternity.

~ Subhan Zein

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

What you gain here, you lose on the other side.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Long ago we conquered our passions looking at ourselves in the mirror of eternity.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

In greatness, life and death merge.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

From one bell all the bells toll.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Long ago an uncalled rain fell and a called-upon God stayed equally distant.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

The man is in his work,read it if you want to know about him.

~ R.m. Engelhardt (Talon)

One hand I extend into myself, the other toward others.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

My mathematics is simple: one plus one = one.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Through everything I have passed but nowhere I have been.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Life eats life to live.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Mathematics doesn’t care about those beyond the numbers.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

With me: one minus one = one, with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Neither alive nor dead; No one lets up, No one wins.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

To jump over centuries In one step is impossible. Jump too high or far, You’ll be way too late.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

In the end, the world returns to a grain.

~ Dejan Stojanovic