Top Poetry Quotes

Our bodies are made of supernova dust, the epitome of ultimate destruction and shatter. And though we are whole, beings with bodies and souls, with cosmos in our eyes and black heart holes, we love as...

Love, our subject:we've trained it like ivy to our walls.

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 so vital to us until school spoils it.

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under...

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

[About describing atomic models in the language of classical physics:]We must be clear that when it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned wi...

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.

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...

I am in awe of flowers. Not because of their colors, but because even though they have dirt in their roots, they still grow. They still bloom.

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

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out of control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break...

Fear of joy is the darkest of captivities.

She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.

Each person you meetis an aspect of yourself,clamoring for love.

Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.

Poetry is the mother-tongue of the human race.

Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme.

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