Top Poetry Quotes

He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.

I have found so much beauty in the dark,as I have found a lot of horror in the light.

Poetry Definition

(n.) The art of apprehending and interpreting ideas by the faculty of imagination; the art of idealizing in thought and in expression.

(n.) Imaginative language or composition, whether expressed rhythmically or in prose. Specifically: Metrical composition; verse; rhyme; poems collectively; as, heroic poetry; dramatic poetry; lyric or Pindaric poetry.

Use the wings of the flying Universe, Dream with open eyes; See in darkness.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.

Live in the shadow of the moon until you're bright enough to give birth to your own suns.

He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

To hear never-heard sounds, To see never-seen colors and shapes, To try to understand the imperceptible Power pervading the world; To fly and find pure ethereal substances That are not of matter But o...

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;but a hidden star can still be smiling at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers

I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I...

Like a pair of old slippers,I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you.No, that is too crude.Like the match to the wick,I ignite when we touch.My counterpart andlife's purpose.Yes, as though I've kno...

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.