Top Poetry Quotes

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Bewar...

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

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.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I goTo heal my heart and drown my woeRain may fall, and wind may blowAnd many miles be still to goBut under a tall tree will I lieAnd let the clouds go sailing by

This gesture is one of the motifs of modernity's turn against the principle of imitating nature, that is to say, imitating predefined morphological expectations. It is still capable of perceiving mess...

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

The basic rules of male-female relationswere imparted atmospherically in our family,no direct speech allowed.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

There's something to walking with autumnal thoughts through the evening fog. One likes to compose poems at a time like that.

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.

TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves opening stickily. I know what I know. The sun is hot on my neck as I obs...

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.

The mystical poetry of William Blake's artwork also forms the basis for the album cover.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun?In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength?That's how a King holds his Queen.

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in yo...

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.

So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.

A fleeting second on someone's news feed,No dearth of meanings for those who read,Not my stories but 'tis what I think,I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.