Top Poetry Quotes

Behold, O Lord, yet art thou nigh unto them that be reserved till the end: and what shall they do that have been before me, or we that be now, or they that shall come after us?

She cannot: but must do it by distance of time.

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.

Stand tall, my friends, when the fool comes around.

A death in reverse is the rewinding of life. I do not die of old age, in a bed surrounded by strangers my loved ones paid to take care of me. I die in reverse. I die falling backinto a younger age. Fr...

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.

He was a musician of the best nature, with guitar string fingertips and soft flute lips that could tighten in a trumpet's purse. Every movement was perfect, every breath filled with purpose. Whether c...

She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again.

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

I wrote things for the school's newspaper, and - like all teenagers - I dabbled in poetry.

what if I fall? oh, my darling, but if you fly?

A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

Don't call my lyrics poetry. It's an insult to real poets.

There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry.

Being a writer makes you immortal.

My heart may be bruised and scarred, bleeding slow drip-drip with every thump and every other thump-thump that widens unsealable wounds. My heart is the strongest part of me. It's survived everything...