Top Poetry Quotes

I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me.

Poetry has done enough when it charms, but prose must also convince.

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.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.

Let us go then, you and I,When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table.Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,The muttering retreatsOf restless nights...

Rational intelligence is dangerous and leads to ratiocination. The painter is a medium who doesn't realize what he is doing. No translation can express the mystery of sensibility, a word, still unreli...

Poetry comes from the highest happiness or the deepest sorrow.

She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sa...

When Love Was NewWhen love was newand life was young,and once we walkedin gracious sun,I never dreamt of darker days,or feared that fate had cruel ways.When life was strongand love was free,and time w...

A picture in a book, a lynching. The bland faces of men who watcha Christ go up in flames, smiling,as if he were a hookedfish, a felled antelope, some wild thing tied to boards and burned.His charred...

I know you don't think that any tongue I speak is mine; it must be rented. I am always denial, or pretense. A child born mid-flight has no nation. I can pull on either culture, but they always melt li...

Share your dreams and they will be inspired. Plant seeds of knowledge and they will grow and reproduce beyond measure.

No reason for a feverish rush For we will all arrive in the same place At the right time. Justice will be served. There will be no better or worse, No big and small, no rewards, no punishment, No guil...

Why not?

I write, write and write but I can't find words that define what I feel inside.

The forgiveness of God flows through me and because I am forgiven, I can forgive.

poetrymelts my bones.enters my blood.and changesits composition.

He'd been let down so oftenHis brow was on the floorBut then they foundA small hole in the groundAnd let him down some more

Maybe if I could slip into Sylvia's mind, sort out the spices in her rack, alphabetize them and dust them off. Maybe then I'd understand how it's the little things that pull you under.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

i know it all ends the same,but i was interested in seeinghow you would break my heart.