Top Poetry Quotes

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.

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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.

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.

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

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...

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

It is beautiful to express love and even more beautiful to feel it.

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

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder.

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

Maybe it is something to do with age, but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

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

Things are more like they are now...than they have EVER been before!

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...

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

Auden is an accomplished rhymer and Shakespeare is not.

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)

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