Top Poetry Quotes

Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my 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.

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.

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.

Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Where were youwhen I recited love poems as I lay?Where were you?

Eloquence is the poetry of prose.

Have you ever plunged into the immensity of space and time by reading the geological treatises of Cuvier? Borne away on the wings of his genius, have you hovered over the illimitable abyss of the past...

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.

Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.

True poetry is embarrassing.

And in the ocean I will fly to the bottomless pit of darkness

Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.

Wars, wars, wars': reading up on the region I came across one moment when quintessential Englishness had in fact intersected with this darkling plain. In 1906 Winston Churchill, then the minister resp...

the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.

during my worst timeson the park benchesin the jailsor living withwhoresI always had this certaincontentment-I wouldn't call ithappiness-it was more of an innerbalancethat settled forwhatever was occu...

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.

Say you could view a time-lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, an infinite storm of beauty. The beginning is swaddled in mists, blasted by random blin...

Energy manipulation took place completely in mind,same way believing in telepathy caused telepathic abilities to grow STRONGER.

Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.

There lives a weeperin each of us-a silent mourner honoring our despairwhen our willingness slain by helplessness continues to resurrect to be slaughtered again