Top Poetry Quotes

Knowing you,I became mindless.Having wasted previous wishes,I'm riddled with regretsFeeling you,I became hopeless.Adrift in chasms,I surrender to a caress.Loving you,I became love.My universe became l...

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.

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.

...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in th...

To storm, a mind, it must be balanced,by what can't be it must be challenged...

Each timewe bow to thefeet of anythingwe find riveting,the mind rises tobe surprised withnew crowningdiamonds ofcreativity.

The worst thing, he told me,is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benc...

I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another til I drop.

Don't shrink your standards, link yourself with those who think and ink like you.

She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.

It looked as though the leaves of the autumn forest had taken flight, and were pouring down the valley like a waterfall, like a tidal wave, all the leaves of the hardwoods from here to Hudson’s Bay. I...

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you...

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Some bow to the spirit of collectivism, while you ascend to the spirit of your own eclectic rhythms.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.