Top Poem Quotes

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

Poem Definition

(n.) A metrical composition; a composition in verse written in certain measures, whether in blank verse or in rhyme, and characterized by imagination and poetic diction; -- contradistinguished from prose; as, the poems of Homer or of Milton.

(n.) A composition, not in verse, of which the language is highly imaginative or impassioned; as, a prose poem; the poems of Ossian.

I'm heading for a clean-named placelike Wisconsin, and mad as a jack-o'-lantern, will get therewithout help and nosy proclivities.

She wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

There's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.

My tears of joyhear the raindrops crying,as the rain never wants to pourdown on my cloudy dayswhen I makeour love-dreamsfor the sun to dreamonly for you....(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)

Those people who shoot endless time-lapse films of unfurling roses and tulips have the wrong idea. They should train their cameras instead on the melting of pack ice, the green filling of ponds, the t...

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee—

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound

Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.