Top Poetry Quotes

If ur laptop doesnt smell like fire then ur losing.

Today is the winter solstice. The planet tilts just so to its star, lists and holds circling in a fixed tension between veering and longing, and spins helpless, exalted, in and out of that fleet blazi...

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.

Starlight beats when heart twinklesYouthful sky beyond cloudy wrinklesMuse of glory to flame the nightVerse inscribed as written light

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

Whoever challenges freaks should noticethat in the method he does not mature into a beast.

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

Make dance the mission every moment seeks to accomplish.

I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

Dance resides within us all. Some find it when joy conquers sorrow, others express it through celebration of movements; and then there are those... whose existence is dance,

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

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

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

You just wait.Soon, lovers all over the worldwill be reciting poems dedicated to you.This is my promise.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wep...

It's better to swim in the sea belowThan to swing in the air and feed the crow,Says jolly Ned Teach of Bristol.

Poetry remembers that it was an oral art before it was a written art.

Poems are invisible flowers on my skin.

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.