Top Poetry Quotes

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.

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.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

There is beauty all around us, and the light finds us when we realize, we are all part of that beauty and worth the cherishing. If we despise any, we journey to despise ourselves. See all as beautiful...

She might not have read many books. But when she reads a book, she swallows the very words. If you open the books on her shelves, you will find that the front and back covers encase white pages.

She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.

Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.

Since nothing is absolute There is no absolute silence, Only an appearance Of temporary peace.

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go t...

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this...

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

Wind and breeze are separated todayCrimson twilight denies to fade away Grass blades turn brown to match the soilWe pretend to smile at every turmoil

Sitting in a corner, I live like a toad Oh! How I love my room: my tiny abode! Here I wake up; and I sleep in hereThe world far away; yet virtually near Not that I'm jailed in this place of graceJust...

...and when we die we die alone I cry, I cry aloneLike a piece of stone I am thrown into the wavy ocean of lifeto atone...to atoneOnly to atone...

our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

There is another alphabet, whispering from every leaf, singing from every river, shimmering from every sky.

Dance is the ritual of immortality.

The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers