Poetry Quotes

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d'Azur.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Darkness does not age, nothing is always nothing

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Sunbathe from within.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Absolute equals nothingness.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Procreation annihilates eternity.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

The universe is God's son.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Unborn eternity does not die, existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)

~ Kellie Elmore

Pay attention, and use your imagination.

~ R.m. Engelhardt (Talon)

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

~ Frederick Glaysher

Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.

~ Darnell Lamont Walker

For with his little secret that he cannot divulge, the poet buys this power of the word to tell everybody else's dark secrets. A poet is not an apostle; he drives out devils only by the power of the devil.

~ Søren Kierkegaard

Paint me perfect poetry.

~ N'zuri Za Austin

A versifier arranges words and rhymes into verses, a poet arranges verses and rhymes into meanings.

~ Dejan Stojanovic

So it became,the law of universe,to have the,profoundest,of the words,cloaked in the,darkest of the masks.

~ Jasleen Kaur Gumber

I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.

~ Moonshine Noire

TO VICTOR HUGO OF MY CROW PLUTO “Even when the bird is walking we know that it has wings.”—VICTOR HUGO Of: my crow Pluto, the true Plato, azzurronegro green-blue rainbow— Victor Hugo, it is true we know that the crow “has wings,” however pigeon-toe- inturned on grass. We do. (adagio) Vivorosso “corvo,” although con dizionario io parlo Italiano— this pseudo Esperanto which, savio ucello you speak too— my vow and motto (botto e totto) io giuro è questo credo: lucro è peso morto. And so dear crow— gioièllo mio— I have to let you go; a bel bosco generoso, tuttuto vagabondo, serafino uvaceo Sunto, oltremarino verecondo Plato, a

~ Marianne Moore

TO A GIRAFFE If it is unpermissible, in fact fatal to be personal and undesirable to be literal—detrimental as well if the eye is not innocent-does it mean that one can live only on top leaves that are small reachable only by a beast that is tall?— of which the giraffe is the best example— the unconversational animal. When plagued by the psychological, a creature can be unbearable that could have been irresistible; or to be exact, exceptional since less conversational than some emotionally-tied-in-knots animal. After all consolations of the metaphysical can be profound. In Homer, existence is flawed; transcendence, conditional; “the journey from sin to redemption, perpetual.

~ Marianne Moore

ROSEMARY Beauty and Beauty’s son and rosemary— Venus and Love, her son, to speak plainly— born of the sea supposedly, at Christmas each, in company, braids a garland of festivity. Not always rosemary— since the flight to Egypt, blooming differently. With lancelike leaf, green but silver underneath, its flowers—white originally— turned blue. The herb of memory, imitating the blue robe of Mary, is not too legendary to flower both as symbol and as pungency. Springing from stones beside the sea, the height of Christ when thirty-three— it feeds on dew and to the bee “hath a dumb language”; is in reality a kind of Christmas-tree.

~ Marianne Moore

In the days of Prismatic Colornot in the days of Adam and Eve, but when Adam was alone; when there was no smoke and color was fine, not with the refinement of early civilization art, but because of its originality; with nothing to modify it but the mist that went up, obliqueness was a variation of the perpendicular, plain to see and to account for: it is no longer that; nor did the blue-red-yellow band of incandescence that was color keep its stripe

~ Marianne Moore

Poetry is painting with words where you create a masterpiece by spilling your feelings and emotions onto the blank paper.

~ Avijeet Das

Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.

~ N'zuri Za Austin