Top Poetry Quotes

I wouldn't coax the plant if I were you.Such watchful nursing may do it harm.Let the soil rest from so much diggingAnd wait until it's dry before you water it.The leaf's inclined to find its own direc...

why do people pour water on concrete expecting something to grow from it" AP

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.

When humankind cannot produce a philosopher to speak its mind, it longs for a poet to sing its heart

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...

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing: To make a poet black, and bid him sing.

You were the devil. Dressed in everything. I wanted.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)

The clouds above us join and separate,The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.Life is like that, so why not relax?Who can stop us from celebrating?

I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me.

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.

The atmospheric intensity of two electric lovers is the most righteous place I need to rediscover.

Now and then, I remember you in timesUnbelievable. And in places not made for memoryBut for the transient, the passing that does not remain.

Poetry is painting with words where you create a masterpiece by spilling your feelings and emotions onto the blank paper.

I don't write poems to melt your heart.I write them,so our heartscan melt together.

It is so hard to stay afloat in a world that just wants to drown you.

You, my reader, who see me close, wonder about my heartbeats and measure my words, you my close friend who know my eyes and the home of their prose, you, my only lover, who always move my life, my poe...

Let us be the joy to find the joyLet us be the love to find the loveLet us be kind to find kindnessLet us be happy to find happiness.Let us be simple to find simplicityLet us be modest to find modesty...

When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.

We swam deep in the waves, a wild chase ..Stained with memories and pain.Who knew a gulf would lay between?Who knew loving someone, would ache?