Poetry Quotes

Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn't explain its status as death rows most requested last dessert, or why chopped pecans, corn syrup, directions from the Karo bottle's cherry-red side are what mercy taste like to some. But there you have it.

~ Kate Lebo

And oft the blessed time foretellsWhen all men shall be free;And musical, as silver bells,Their falling chains shall be.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

they saythey only wantflowersto grow frommy mouth,so i willlook themdeadin theeyeas ishovesoft petalspastmy lips,chewwithmy jawcompletelyunhinged,& spitthemdownattheir feet-i will never be your expectations of me

~ Amanda Lovelace

I don’t bother with rhyme. RarelyAre two trees the same, one beside the other.I think and write like flowers have colorBut with less perfection in my way of expressing myselfBecause I lack the divine simplicityOf wholly being only my exterior.I see and I’m moved,Moved the way water runs when the ground is slopingAnd what I write is as natural as the rising wind...

~ Alberto Caeiro

You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.

~ Monroe Ariel

Pain is an old friend who left briefly and has now returned. Starvation without sustenance, I had grown acquaint. Satiety was a stranger who invaded my deepest being, and now I cannot live without.

~ Melanie A. Gabbard

I traded in myfreedom fora needy, whinyand defiantfour-year-old,a junky girlfriend,and a relationshipriddled withsomeone else’sproblemsNow, I stareout of openwindows likea wild mustangcraving openfieldsI clench mycrotch, wheremy ballsused to be,and I hum aloathsome tune,like an out-of-work castratowho’s realized his dreams of someday having his own familyare gone

~ Phil Volatile

It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine,when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’mores

~ Phil Volatile

Painting is so poetic, while sculpture is more logical and scientific and makes you worry about gravity.

~ Damien Hirst

My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.

~ J.a. Anum

We are all running towards a destination which doesn't exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a lesson we are better off without. Every knife stabs a little deeper than we deserve. Every bruise stays a lot longer than it is meant to. Encumbered by forceful lessons of life we fight for the air of elation from the breaths we take to covert them into the moments of our real existence. Everything starts with life's tyrannical dominance and ends with our impelled submissiveness. We are the puppets of external circumstances and still we believe it's all on the inside. We should be laughing at our plight, someone has framed it with such sublimity. But all we do is ache at every shred of it because that's what keeps it alive.

~ Abhita Jain

...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they? watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...

~ John Geddes

Be careful, darling. Your footsteps land heavy here. Your racket will wake the dragons.

~ Sarah Kay

Always dream big and dare to believe!

~ Melinda Rabin

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe it was the scent of knowledge. Information. Thoughts and ideas. Poetry and love. All of it bound into one perfect, calm place.

~ Alyson Richman

The progress of an artist is a continual self-sacrifice, a continual extinction of personality.

~ T.s. Eliot

What are days for?Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over.They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days?Ah, solving that questionBrings the priest and the doctor In their long coatsRunning over the fields.

~ Philip Larkin

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

~ Cameron Conaway

In poems, equally as in philosophic disquisitions, genius produces the strongest impressions of novelty while it rescues the most admitted truths from the impotence caused by the very circumstance of their universal admission.

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Our lives may not have fit together, but ohhh did our souls know how to dance...

~ K. Towne Jr.

Dancing is very like poetry.

~ Martha Graham

A dalliance with poetry before we dance.

~ Delano Johnson

Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.

~ Lawren Leo

Love songs or poetry?Ambrose: Love songs–you get the best of both, poetry set to music.And you can't dance to poetry.

~ Amy Harmon

Show me slowly what I onlyknow the limits ofDance me to the end of love

~ Leonard Cohen

Get it? Gender is a country, a field of signifying roses you can walk through, or wear tucked behind your ear.Eventually the flower wilts & you can pick another, or burn the field, or turn & run back across the tracks.(from Essay on the Theory of Motion)

~ Cameron Awkward-Rich

Some men are born to be good some born to be badAs for me I only came with just a pen ‘n’ a pad.

~ Carlos Salinas

I know one thing for sho Heaven’s gotta have a ghettoCuz where else in death do I get to go?

~ Carlos Salinas

Since Drake told me that day in the wooded lot,while the leaves agreed with gravity and left the trees,that he liked boys instead of girls, it's been easier to love him. Loving him feels like counting or usingthe phone or something else that's effortless. I'm likea leaf with nothing to do but fall.

~ Karen Finneyfrock

What the theologian shrinks from, the poet grasps intuitively.

~ Cynthia Bourgeault

If you want to annoy a poet, explain his poetry.

~ Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Poetry is a wild water that flows as furious river from spring in the summer.

~ Lepota L. Cosmo

The sea is a desert of waves,A wilderness of water.

~ Langston Hughes

I find my data first in myself, not first in the poets. For if I did not find it in myself, I would not be able to find it in the poets.

~ Peter Kreeft

Poetry is an affair of sanity, of seeing things as they are.

~ Philip Larkin

Who was this girl alone so late at nightin search of a faded cassette illusion to disembowel the clocks of time’s intrusion? Those eyes belonged to the most beautiful maniac I’ve ever met. Our love is a vine of entrails that can follow any coffin anywhere, no matter how deep any gravedigger might travel.

~ Nicholaus Patnaude

My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out ... in me anything is possible, for I am he who at the supreme moment, in front of absolute nothingness, will laugh.

~ Emil M. Cioran

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sane, who keeps me whole.

~ Melody Lee

WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear—it never tires me. To you, your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name?

~ Walt Whitman

Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.

~ Juan Ramón Jiménez