Top Poetry Quotes

The color-patches of vision part, shift, and reform as I move through space in time. The present is the object of vision, and what I see before me at any given second is a full field of color patches...

With red clay between my toes,and the sun setting over my head,the ghost of my mother blows in,riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord,riding on a honeysuckle breeze.

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.

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

Im looking for a girl who's fun to be around.

In the forty minutes I watched the muskrat, he never saw me, smelled me, or heard me at all. When he was in full view of course I never moved except to breathe. My eyes would move, too, following his,...

And while she was fire,So fierce and so wild,I could only hope to be for her;The forests and the winds to carry her flame.

I would rather go mad, gone down the dark road to Mexico, heroin dripping in my veins, eyes and ears full of marijuana, eating the god Peyote on the floor of a mudhut on the border or laying in a hote...

The lamb misused breeds public strifeAnd yet forgives the butcher's knife.

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

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)

can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs...

a generation:the black night gave me black eyesstill I use them to seek the light

Music is poetry with personality

Everything is an echo of something I once read.Dream, hope, and celebrate life!Love always comes back in a song.One thing we all have in common is a love for food and drink.Memories never die, and dre...

...and tell you the worst of me and try to give you the best of me...

If rape or arson, poison or the knifeHas wove no pleasing patterns in the stuffOf this drab canvas we accept as life -It is because we are not bold enough!

Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.

Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.

For I have nothing to lean on, nowhere to call my home and there is nowhere I will go for Christmas to rest my head and touch familiar walls. I have no degree to show on paper or employment to take ca...

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.