Poetry Quotes

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

~ Sanober Khan

It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hopethat things will go on and get betterand that things and people and views are still out there, yet to be found.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

I said ”I love you so much it’s killing me”and you kept saying sorryso I stopped explainingfor it never made sense to youwhat always did to meto let what you love kill youand never regret. As Romeo is dying Juliet says”I am willing to die to remain by your side”and love was never a static place of restbut the last second of euphoriawhile throwing yourself out from a 20 store windowto be able to say”I flew before I hit the ground”,and it was glorious.Don’t be sorry.The fall was beautiful, dear.The crash was beautiful.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

That men, who might have tower'd in the vanOf all the congregated world, to fanAnd winnow from the coming step of timeAll chaff of custom, wipe away all slimeLeft by men-slugs and human serpentry,Have been content to let occasion die,Whilst they did sleep in love's Elysium.

~ John Keats

Oh, I know that I'll never be perfectI'm just alive

~ Maddy Kobar

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

~ Sanober Khan

I know you don't think that any tongue I speak is mine; it must be rented. I am always denial, or pretense. A child born mid-flight has no nation. I can pull on either culture, but they always melt like a dream, trickle away, water on the oiled pelt of foreign.

~ Jasmine Ann Cooray

He welcomes the chance to do fatherly things with the little girl, and those ten morning minutes with dear little four-year-old Ruby, with her deep soulful eyes, and the wondrous things she sees with them, and her deep soulful voice, and the precious though not entirely memorable things she says with it, and the smell of baby shampoo and breakfast cereal filling the car, that little shimmering capsule of time is like listening to cello music in the morning, or watching birds in a flutter of industry building a nest, it simply reminds you that even if God is dead, or never existed in the first place, there is, nevertheless, something tender at the center of creation, some meaning, some purpose and poetry.

~ Scott Spencer

How long will you fake at living life? What will it take for you to see the beauty you've neglected while wearing the dirty lies expected of you?

~ Alfa H

The I you know isn’t me, you said, truthtelling liarMy roots are not my chainsAnd I to you:   Whose hands have grownthrough mine?   Owl-voiced I cried then:   Who?But yours was the one, the only eye assumedDid we turn each other into liars?holding hands with each others’ chains?

~ Adrienne Rich

And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face.Death becomes its withered eyes and the shadows whisper, “Lies.” Excerpt from Lies

~ Angela B. Chrysler

Lies I've told my 3 year old recently Trees talk to each other at night.All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.Tiny bears live in drain pipes. If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.Everyone knows at least one secret language.When nobody is looking, I can fly.We are all held together by invisible threads.Books get lonely too.Sadness can be eaten.I will always be there.

~ Raúl Gutierrez

...you disappoint me -I am the worst liar in the world - I can't hide my pain or my need so I make a bouquet of my sorrows and give them to you ...

~ John Geddes

...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows...

~ John Geddes

I keep thinkingThat poetry is something else:A form of love that exists only in silence,In a secret place between two people,Almost always between two strangers

~ José Emilio Pacheco

When the silence of the night becomes the chanting of poetry, the departure of con-cavity

~ Goitsemang Mvula

Enjoy TheSound Of Silence.

~ Timothy Salter

... the silenceHolds with its gloved handThe wild hawk of the mind.

~ R.s. Thomas

I never spoke — unless addressed —And then, 'twas brief and low —I could not bear to live — aloud —The Racket shamed me so —And if it had not been so far —And any one I knewWere going — I had often thoughtHow noteless — I could die —

~ Emily Dickinson

I've ceased to smile long ago, The bitter winds now chill my lips, Another hope was just let go, Another song was added since. Against my will, I'll cede this song To people's laughter and offense, Because love's silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense.

~ Anna Akhmatova

Reading haiku is as much an art as writing it. The reader needs to pause and listen to the silences, to feel the spaces between the words, and to journey into the depths of many multi-colored worlds.

~ Harley King

Seated at table - no need for the fracture of the room's silence, noiselessly they conversed.

~ R.s. Thomas

...there are times when silence is a poem.

~ John Fowles

nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:The Universe In Blossom

~ Munia Khan

...for poets, at least, experiencing something inexpressible does not mean silence. It's precisely the inexpressible something that poetry is meant to help us see or feel. If it were merely expressible - if there were nothing ineffable about it - there would be no need for a poem. But everywhere in the Bible we meet reality that exceeds our expectations.

~ John Piper

I too was pinched off from a piece of clay, I too modeled by omnipotence and flankedby things too wonderful for me

~ Bryana Johnson

I love the stars they always find a way to pull me away.

~ Melody Lee

Things began happening with odd synchronicity, as if the universe itself was conspiring on behalf of their love story.

~ John Mark Green

Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.

~ John Mark Green

There is a point where the universe can deliver you from the verge of regret. I know your love for me will take you there.

~ Lawren Leo

I am in love with the serendipitous poetry with which this universe expresses itself.

~ Steve Maraboli

...look up and see the madnessorganized in the stars.

~ Kelli Russell Agodon

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

~ John Geddes

The fragility of the intellectual is the same as the poet's:It's all about the I and its desperate sense of the we.

~ Prageeta Sharma

My thoughts, I think, will soon be sound.My mind, I hope, will soon be found.

~ Tahereh Mafi

I want her sinful arms wrapped around me,bloodied and angry and triumphant in shame.

~ Miriam Joy

In July I thinkabout the idea of being cursed(because it’s not strange to me;when I look in mirrors I’mnot there, blank walls gleamingwith bloody condensation,and my shadow behind memocking me with his persistencewhen I keep telling himto leave just to leave to let me be).

~ Miriam Joy

In May I keep count.Two and a half more days of school,five between exams.Twenty thousand words of a noveland four poems and six borrowed books.More numbers to add to counting my pillsand trying to work out how to stay awake.

~ Miriam Joy

I cut off all my hair, cut awayat the soft curves of my clothinguntil I have edges once again,using my body like broken glassto slice at the world around me.I have to take something back,because I have nothing more to

~ Miriam Joy

I cannot love my neighbour as myselfbecause you bid me do him no harm,and I cannot love my enemiesbecause they keep crawling inside meand tearing out all my emotions:if I am made in your image then youare not somebody I want to seebecause why believe in the broken,why depend on the weak,why seek the lost and bewilderedwhose only answer is “please”?

~ Miriam Joy