Top Poetry Quotes

A FEATHER.A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by little leaning and by all sorts of mounted reserves and loud volumes. It is surely cohesive.

I want to be intoxicated by the darkened ether of midnight, running through my fingers as sparkling stardust. I crave the taste of the ocean's salty tears, as her temperamental tides crash and break a...

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.

Music , literature with poetry makes a perfect paradise.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

To expect to be kissed having bad breath is the secret of a fool.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

They lay together in a sheltered place among the ruins of Brasilia while deathbeams from Chinese EMVs played like blue searchlights on broken ceramic walls.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Ljubav se moze pojaviti u najcudnijim oblicima.Zato je i cesto pomesamo sa necim sto ljubav nikada nece biti.

If the object of poetry is, to make men, then poetry is the heir of prophecy.

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

Big Love and More Light!XxMwaaahhhhXx

Poetry is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.

In your hands I am no longer a pile of bones left behind to a world that moved on.

All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics.

Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fearis an orphaned part of usseeking joy, some disowned shadow wanting to returnto the lightand homeof ourselves.

If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.

Souls of love breathlessly sailTowards our time when hours failTo cope with longing here we areChasing the speed of a falling starMiles and miles fleetly we goDown to the ocean, deeper the flowWaves n...

Foreign places yield more to one who is himself worth meeting.