Poetry Quotes

The erotic drive is the great energy that moves through all evolution.What about love? Where does that fit in?Love's simply the handmaiden of the great energy, and an excuse to write suspect poetry.

~ Peter Milligan

The Wishing BonesA thousand grandmothers ago Pyrrha and Deucalion repopulated the world with rocks, bones of mother Earth, a generation of my ancestors strained from the mud of a drowned planet.But I’m more interested in my earliest grandmothers, their gills and wetness,before they crawled from that blue expanseand learned to carry the sea within them,in their cells, between their cells, in their eyes.The buoyancy of ocean has never left us.It hides in skin’s complex reservoir where we're selectively permeable and our bodies exchange the smallest life.If we had no need to distinguish ourselves from others we’d be missing the skin that defines lovers and enemies and opens itself to both.

~ Jalina Mhyana

Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal Nature lifts her changeful form: Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same.

~ Erasmus Darwin

Everything I try to hide ends up screaming from a mountaintop.

~ Jenim Dibie

I’m fighting my way into existence, and I will keep doing so until the end of time.

~ Charlotte Eriksson

No matter how hard I try to forget you, you always come back to my thoughts When you hear me singing I am really crying for you.

~ Jane Bierhorst

be good to yourselfyou're the only youyou'll ever get

~ R.h. Sin

It does not matter how strong your gravity is, we were always meant to fly.

~ Sarah Kay

A revolution in the eyes of man carries purpose.A revolution in the eyes of the awakened carries bliss.

~ Sal Martinez

Love is prayerfulness groping toward godliness. Love is poetry born out of the sheer joy of being. Love is song, dance, celebration: a song of gratitude, a dance of thankfulness, celebration for no reason at all, for this tremendous gift that goes on showering on us, for this whole universe, from the dust to the divine.

~ Osho

The true poetic feeling is a feeling of boundless gratitude.

~ Marty Rubin

OtherwiseI got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise. I ate cereal, sweet milk, ripe, flawless peach. It might have been otherwise. I took the dog uphill to the birch wood. All morning I did the work I love.At noon I lay down with my mate. It might have been otherwise. We ate dinner together at a table with silver candlesticks. It might have been otherwise. I slept in a bed in a room with paintings on the walls, and planned another day just like this day. But one day, I know, it will be otherwise.

~ Jane Kenyon

Rain's pouring and it's too cold. All people bored and I even accord What to do but spell a tale told: So once upon a time a land in the shore...

~ Ana Claudia Antunes

One spring patio is for rodeosniggled with iodine figures, weavedtapestries inside vast Tuileries.But that reminds me, how exactlydo words form brittle histories

~ Adam Fitzgerald

Books measure time in both moments and years. We all grow old but the stories never will.

~ R.m. Engelhardt (Talon)

Poems, even when narrative, do not resemble stories. All stories are about battles, of one kind or another, which end in victory or defeat. Everything moves towards the end, when the outcome will be known.Poems, regardless of any outcome, cross the battlefields, tending the wounded, listening to the wild monologues of the triumphant or the fearful. They bring a kind of peace. Not by anaesthesia or easy reassurance, but by recognition and the promise that what has been experienced cannot disappear as if it had never been. Yet the promise is not of a monument. (Who, still on a battlefield, wants monuments?) The promise is that language has acknowledged, has given shelter, to the experience which demanded, which cried out.

~ John Berger

We maintain, therefore, that the first essential, the life and soul, so to speak, of Tragedy is the Plot; and that the Characters come second—compare the parallel in painting, where the most beautiful colours laid on without order will not give one the same pleasure as a simple black-and-white sketch of a portrait.

~ Aristotle

Behold, we know not anything;I can but trust that good shall fallAt last -- far off -- at last, to all,And every winter change to spring.

~ Alfred Tennyson

She could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad! She could have done it differently of course; the colour could have been thinned and faded; the shapes etherealised; that was how Paunceforte would have seen it. But then she did not see it like that. She saw the colour burning on a framework of steel; the light of a butterfly’s wing lying upon the arches of a cathedral.

~ Virginia Woolf

No man is his costume, it is only what he wears to the dance.

~ Heather K. O'hara

My apologies to chance for calling it necessity. My apologies to necessity if I'm mistaken, after all. Please, don't be angry, happiness, that I take you as my due.May my dead be patient with the way my memories fade. My apologies to time for all the world I overlook each second.

~ Wisława Szymborska

Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry from divine source. AA

~ Ana Claudia Antunes

Thoughts thoughts. Are they not mine?I think, I write, I type.Thoughts. Are they wise?Let truth be told in words, compiled together, create a page, a book. Thoughts. Are they master piece?Is it a prize winner?...An Alfred Nobel?Thoughts. Are they not mine? Gift of God?they are not mine.

~ Edna Stewart

When you are lost in the right way, you don't go back to being found in the wrong way.

~ Melody Lee

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.

~ Nicole Lyons

Some people wait to get flowers while others grow gardens.

~ Chris Mcgeown

Decide if a poem is a question or a declaration, a meditation or an outcry.

~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Etched In Bone-At night I engrave my bones with poems.Scratching.Carving.Etching.During the day I feel every notch and ridgehidden inside me.I repeat them to myself.In time others will read them tooand know me.

~ Keelie Breanna

I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.

~ Michael Faudet

You're Times New Roman, but I'm more Comic Sans.

~ Kestral M. Gaian

I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.

~ Avijeet Das

I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.

~ Blythe Baird

Don’t you dare say these times are hollowJust because there are storms raging by.Just lay low on your pillow,Close your eyes and say goodbyeTo the world that you lived in today.Let your dreams carry you away;You lived a nightmare all through the day,It is time to dream, so don’t delay.You searched for a reason to live,Yes darling, you searched everywhere.You had to push, you had to strive,It is time now to get some air.You searched in all that is outside,It is time now to look inside,Cause that is where you’ll findA reason worth keeping in your mind.These dreams are not an escape, darling,You need time to see past the lies that blind you.It is time for you to start runningTo those things that are true.So, don’t you dare say these nights are hollow,Just because there are storms raging by.Just lay low on your pillowAnd lose yourself in this lullaby.

~ Melita Tessy

If I could claw the words out of the back of my throat and give them, dripping of me, to you, we would talk of sticky hands, and the messes they make.

~ Nicole Lyons

No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark.

~ Warsan Shire

I think you feel like, unless you're damagedyou're not deep enough or mysterious enoughor complicated enough to ever be appreciated by another.And that is deeply untrue.

~ Stacy Morris

It took me a long time to realise that mothers are women who carry youAnd not necessarily in their womb.

~ Stacy Morris

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

~ Kamand Kojouri

She is the light,at the end of this endless tunnel.

~ Vivid Darkness

No misery ever so beautiful than the one this mind creates.

~ Vivid Darkness