Poetry Quotes

WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.

~ Amy King

HER BARBED-WIRE SMILELIFTED YOU TO HEAVENBUT I HAVE TO ASKDID GOD LOOK LIKE HER VOICE

~ Amy King

IT'S NOT THE HONEY WHISKEY IN A FRIDAY NIGHT - IT'S THE MANIC SHOW OF POETRY TWEETS THAT TURNS ME ON.

~ Amy King

LIFE IS NEVER OVER.

~ Amy King

ERRORS ARE WHAT MAKE US HUMAN. PLOT TWIST: I'M A HORSE.

~ Amy King

YOU SAY POET LIKE THAT MEANS SOMETHING.

~ Amy King

I WISH YOU ALL THE REALITY YOU COULD EVER WANT. HANDLE. WANT.

~ Amy King

Here's to adrenaline. Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol. Here's to treasured pain and purple rain. Here's to chasing our souls, burning across to sky. Here's to drinking the ash as it falls, and not asking why.

~ Virginia Petrucci

I don't analyze beautiful. I sit in its presence and love the wholeness of it--the sweet and sad and raw and bright together.Poetry is that, the weaving of light-shadow. Making words from the unwordable.

~ Jacob Nordby

Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.

~ Virginia Petrucci

I like my thingshurried and haunted. Night teadarktime. Sacred geometry, secret geometrypetal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.

~ Virginia Petrucci

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters,my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns,and a stolen grocery cart.

~ Virginia Petrucci

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

~ Virginia Petrucci

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

~ Virginia Petrucci

My pond life with hydra is over, now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..

~ Munia Khan

When he asks you whyyou chose alone all these years.Tell him that it’s becauseyou love with all claws and bared teeth.Apologize for the scratchesthat you will leave on his skin;ask forgiveness for the bite marks.Tell him you never ever mean to love so hard, but you do.

~ Danabelle Gutierrez

Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

~ Danabelle Gutierrez

Poetry, playing with your words until you breathe life into them.

~ Morgan Dragonwillow

Stars ink your fingerswith a lexicon of flameblazing rare knowledge.

~ Aberjhani

We are not from here, my dear. So:Let the flames take over our bodies,‘cause I wanna merely burn with you.And we can dance until we become ashes,but don’t you dare leave me when we become pointless dust.Because this is when we canfinally blow away with the wind,back to that place where lovewas once real...

~ Michael Biondi

Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it’s the times that don’t feel real that we remember forever?

~ Michael Biondi

I’m looking for youinto that silverspoon where I taste my reflection to feel the touch of your untouchables- from the poem Looking For You

~ Munia Khan

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...

~ E.a. Bucchianeri

Poetry rhymes, a song our souls need to nourish upon. Poetry is a drum, a sound our bodies wish to have. Poetry is organized, a reading our eyes wish to view. Poetry is refined, a structure our moral selves seek. Poetry is civil, instigating the world to remain sane. Poetry is not ordinary, but it needs the ordinary eyes to continue to be the interesting art form of expression. Poetry is like a child communicating, who later grows to be an adult communicating in prose.

~ Gloria D. Gonsalves

The experiences, the lessons, and the defeats,They were all necessary for me to be me,took me a while being blind before i could see,had to crawl on my knees before i stood on my feet,once i stood on my feet i found out i had wings,the flight is amazing, i felt like a king,and when no one is listening, i found out i can sing, what happy times and thoughts does it bring,whatever it takes just make sure you are free,free to live, and grow like a tree,The people you love are the branches you need,its not about the type, the color, or breed,Live life with ambition, ambition indeed,Thats what it took, and thats what i need.

~ Michael Perez

A badly written novel can always be shortened to a poem.

~ Gloria D. Gonsalves

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.

~ Mark Nepo

I was asked once why I write poetry. I said, why do you breath?

~ Shannon Lynette

If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.

~ Robert Lynd

Wisdomis in the insane asylums.The endis in the everyday-pale smiles

~ Saif Alsaegh

We arrived and the miracle happened.It was the sea and the wind in the bells.We came from far, from years Thirsty as dust, from humble fishermen’s nets on barren shore.~ José Manuel Cardona, from Poems to Circe, The Birnam Wood (El Bosque de Birnam, Consell Insular D'Eivissa, 2007).Translated from the Spanish by Helene Cardona.

~ José Manuel Cardona

The poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his sneses, and the mind is no longer in him.

~ Plato

Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need.

~ E'yen A. Gardner

i was really into communal living and we were all /such free spirits, crossing the country we were /nomads and artists and no one ever stopped / to think about how the one working class housemate / was whoring to support a gang of upper middle class / deadheads with trust fund safety nets and connecticut / childhoods, everyone was too busy processing their isms / to deal with non-issues like class....and it’s just so cool / how none of them have hang-ups about / sex work they’re all real / open-minded real / revolutionary you know / the legal definition of pimp is / one who lives off the earnings of / a prostitute, one or five or / eight and i’d love to stay and / eat some of the stir fry i’ve been cooking / for y’all but i’ve got to go fuck / this guy so we can all get stoned and / go for smoothies tomorrow, save me / some rice, ok?

~ Michelle Tea

Love crosses the sky \ on a peculiar disturbing night.

~ Shannon A. Thompson

sometimes I hearscreaming like a childand wake upto find it’s me

~ Stephen Fitzsimons

there are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies.

~ Mikl Paul

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

~ Mikl Paul

The city they are building asks you to stay; remind yourself what is worth keeping, while the lighthouse of your moan warns the ship of your heart that he is a stone.

~ Mikl Paul

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine.

~ Mikl Paul