Poetry is the struggle against the simplification, codification, and mummification of language, it serves as a constant redirect - moving us to the experience to which the words point.
~ Billy Marshall Stoneking
It was curious what trying to speak English had done lately to his mind; it reminded him of studying poetry in college, words gaining and losing their meaning, overlapping with images, the curious echo of ideas behind the words people used.
~ Jess Walter
Poetry is the art of using language to transcend language.
~ Laurence Overmire
The best grammarian still can't write a verse.
~ Dagobert D. Runes
There are no barriers to poetry or prophecy; by their nature they are barrier-breakers, bursts of perceptions, lines into infinity. If the poet lies about his vision he lies about himself and in himself; this produces a true barrier.
~ Lenore Kandel
Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.
Poetry helps heal wounds.Makes them tangible.At the poetry reading I reada poem.A prophecy I wrote down. Almost couldn't go through with it.But it came outhurried and hotand by the endmy tongue was on fire.
~ Isabel Quintero
The nature of poemsIs a matter of words and deedsAn intimate encounter of voiceIn the ache of the heartIn the labor of breathingA hesitant casting of eyesAway from the mundane to seeThat delicate and shiny thingIn the oddly prosaic rock pileAn extravagance of conceitAn abundance of graceA prayer for words to speak
~ Kendall Dana Lockerman
He needed some sort of membrane between himself and experience, which, for him, became language.(Jeanette Winterson on T.S.Eliot)
~ Jeanette Winterson
Chemistry has the same quickening and suggestive influence upon the algebraist as a visit to the Royal Academy, or the old masters may be supposed to have on a Browning or a Tennyson. Indeed it seems to me that an exact homology exists between painting and poetry on the one hand and modem chemistry and modem algebra on the other. In poetry and algebra we have the pure idea elaborated and expressed through the vehicle of language, in painting and chemistry the idea enveloped in matter, depending in part on manual processes and the resources of art for its due manifestation.
~ James Joseph Sylvester
Poetry is, among other things, a criticism of language.
~ Adrienne Rich
In the beginning was the word, and primitive societies venerated poets second only to their leaders. A poet had the power to name and so to control; he was, literally, the living memory of a group or tribe who would perpetuate their history in song; his inspiration was god given and he was in effect a medium.
~ Kevin Crossley-Holland
We sleep in language if language does not come to wake us up with its strangeness.
~ Robert Kelly
In many ways, religion comes from the same place in us that art comes from. The language of the human heart if poetry
~ Krista Tippett
AimlesslyIt pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. NoOne listens to poetry.— from Thing Language
~ Jack Spicer
In MoonlightNoSoft sweet paw on my cheekNoFur curled under my chinJustA sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]
~ Patricia Maclachlan
Like dandelions they flew across the expanse Of desert calm without advance They filtered through the stilled “become” Returning to the land they knew. They knew no more than where they flew. And so they gathered, one and all, And scattered it throughout their path. Only golden-shafted majesty could still their might. And so they flew onward, without a path.
~ Gina Marinello-Sweeney
It is the blight man was born for. It is Margaret you mourn for.
~ Gerard Manley Hopkins
{...]I began to feel tears of frustration build up in my eyes, yearning to free themselves from their glandular prisons.
~ Andrea Bouchaud
She walked among the stars,The princess of the heavens,Looking for the one who caught her crystal tearsThat spilled out from liquid ice blue eyes-Rolling down pale cheeks-Then sealed up tenderly...In pearl alabaster jars...
~ Kallista Pendragon
I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composureA boy trapped in a war, forced to be a soliderThe weight of the world just put on top of my shouldersBut if there's one thing I know for sureIt's that my mind has had its exposureAnd my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure
~ Tommy Tran
Being a writer makes you immortal.
~ Tamara Stamenkovic
We are the instruments of genius, yet more the rhythm and less the drum as each expanding beat arises.
~ Heather K. O'hara
In knowing you I, discovered my self.
~ Aisha Mirza
She loves filming and taking photographs. I can imagine her making beautiful films in France or India or somewhere with a gorgeously colourful culture. She somehow reminds me of my favourite place in the world, she and Paris I can romanticize and immortalize in ceaseless poetry for the rest of my life.
~ Moonshine Noire
Recently I've been dreamingof cursing old peoplewith little provocation,because their culturehas a long history of enslaving,raping, and segregating,and they have special lightswhich prevent us from dancing.
~ Matthew Rohrer
I thought at times that poetry might be an elegant way of screaming.
~ Kathleen Rooney
The German language is so sonorous, isn't it? Beautiful language...the language of poetry. Angry, angry poetry.
~ John Oliver
You know it's real when reality becomes a dream, the dream becomes real, and real feels unreal
~ Evy Michaels
There are some places you can't visit anymore,poetry and writings take you there.
~ Vaishal Sheth
I love you every day -for the code and the blushand the shrug of it. Make your mind up in me, and I will do the same.
~ Jacob Mcarthur Mooney
Nights, are belong to the universe that speaks about an unspoken feelings into a poetry.
~ Dina Zettira Putri
For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
You are the ocean to my eyes.
~ Sanober Khan
let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.
you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
~ Shannon L. Alder
I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.
~ Richelle E. Goodrich
tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.
If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.
