Top Poetry Quotes

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.

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.

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

I do strongly feel that among the greatest pieces of luck for high achievement is ordeal. Certain great artists can make out without it, Titian and others, but mostly you need ordeal. My idea is this:...

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

We sing lyrical excess, exacerbated expressionism, imponed objectivity,inventiveness, meta-baroque, extravaganza, super metaphor, sublimity, strident, exposure, super-pone, noise, super-objectivity, z...

that your power of commandwith simple language wasone of the magnificent things ofour century.(from the poem: result)

I have piles of poetry books in the bathroom, on the stairs, everywhere. The only way to write poetry is to read it.

If life transcends deathThen I will seek for you thereIf not, then there too

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

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

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

If I was meant to be controlled, I would have come with a remote.

If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.

To HelenI saw thee once-once only-years ago;I must not say how many-but not many.It was a july midnight; and from outA full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,Sought a precipitate pathway...

Is it not enough to dip your tongue into my soul and write poetry?

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

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

I have been happy, though in a dream.I have been happy-and I love the theme:

Hello," Life says, "Remember me?We started out together hereWhen you were just a bundleOf innocent amazement.Remember how you saw the worldWith nothing but wonder?We were such rowdy playmates then.We...