Top Poetry Quotes

Poetry, almost by definition, calls attention to its language and form.

Poetry led me by the hand out of madness.

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.

I'm Noah, and you are the ship coasting along the banks and as long as you are my valentine I will sail between your eyes..

You play me with your jazz & leave me with the blues.

you're the fly on the wall hearing all, seeing allears of a wall hearing all the secretsperhaps you're the vines creeping over the old abandoned mansion wallsdusty, soulless and deadbringing a certain...

From under the ground, from under the waters,they clutch at us, they clutch at us,we won’t let go.

[The unicorn] sighed and plodded on, both amused and disappointed. It serves you right, she told herself. You know better than to expect a butterfly to know your name. All they know are songs and poet...

I want you to judge me without thinking about it.I want you to give me advice without considering my opinion.I want you to expecting anything without the need to trust me.I want you to decide for me w...

To transform a grimace into a sound sounds impossible, yet it is possible to transform a vision into music, to go outside an enslaved personality, to become impersonal by transforming into sand, into...

No non-poetic account of reality can be complete.

we were justlooking for what couldinstead of what waswhat should beinstead of how it was

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

An outline, my body, no mass or feeling, A dark reflection spread from floor to ceiling, The faceless copycat stalks me day after day, A personal eclipse of the sun never going astray, Each movement m...

I love the way he says my name. With the elegance and utmost respect of a King, just before he bows to his Queen.

Naming a baby is an act of poetry, for many people the only creative moment of their lives.

Banal sexism aside,I find myself temptedto read as one thick stacked act of revengefor all that life withheld from Emily.But the poetry shows traces of a deeper explanation.As if anger could be a kin...

We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other damaged people, and we let you in. We are kindred. - Broken Places

Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.

Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.

Her memories splashed my nights with a magical illumination. Her thoughts were my intoxication!