Poem Quote Quotes & Sayings

The universe on your skin is empty
from all the silence on your tongue.
Forgive yourself. Let your body heal
from all the wounds you did not inflict
on yourself. Drop the sword you carry
on your shoulder for self-defense.
Lower the armor you hold high up
for protection. Those who harmed you
are not going to come back. Those who
have left never intended to return. — Akif Kichloo

Every known thing used to be unknown
And every rock could become a stone
Someday nature will have to atone
When soul sees dead flesh leaving the bone — Munia Khan

Every morning
before the birds start
trilling me their stories,
I give birth to a new love
through my same old heart
when a lake's placidity
finds life in the swans breath
Only for you...

From the poem 'Only For You — Munia Khan

I take pictures, and they are there for the taking. I'll tell you a quote that I have always thought about. Arthur Miller said, I try to create the poem from the evidence. — Jay Maisel

Written soul is called poetry — Munia Khan

My heart and my soul are best of friends.
And their friendship started
the day you and I first met. — Frederick Espiritu

If you wish to know the truth of who you are,
follow the voice that calls you home.
Go there.
For where our love is,
there we will be. — Frederick Espiritu

i knew his heart
was yours
but i wanted
to become
an alchemist
to make gold
of the pieces
i received
because
all i ever felt
was the dark side
of his leaded heart. — K.Y. Robinson

Music helps to forget
This forsaken tomb,
That is my abode
Cellars down
Far below
Under the ground, ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us. — Christina Strigas

I've learned a hundred secrets,
a thousand mysteries
and a million more.
But of all the lessons I learned,
the greatest is love. — Frederick Espiritu

Flowers wither knowing that you exist. — Timothy Joshua

I finally went
where everyone goes
and I realized
I was
never
missing
out. — Meraaqi

Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted. — Kamand Kojouri

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle,
flickered upon ocean's insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle
the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity. — Munia Khan

I write to understand what I know. — Kamand Kojouri

We all live but a hundred years.
When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days. — Kamand Kojouri

I want to
peel away all the labels
I had once given to others
and place them
upon the fabric
of my own identity.

They have reflected back to me,
everything that I refuse
to See in myself. — Meraaqi

Perfection"

Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.
Every star-thistle has a thorn.
Every flower has a blemish.
Every wave washes back upon itself.
Every ocean embraces a storm.
Every raindrop falls with precision.
Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.
Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.
Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.
Every sound has an echo in the canyon.
Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.
Creation's whispered breath at dusk comes
with a frost and leaves within dawn's faint mist,
for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,
with a dead sparrow on the ground.


(Poem titled : 'Perfection' by R.H.Peat) — R.H. Peat

Life is the result of the choice we make.
Imagine what it could be
if only we were not afraid. — Frederick Espiritu

It was uncontrollable, overpowered by others, these colors within me, staring out at a black and white world; without spurning about, wanting to rule, too much negligence, they left me no choice, but to surrender. It was time, had to crash the lightning, and bow to the rain, where promises have broken, and pain still reigns. Had to give up myself and bring life to the world, had to. Dye — Anthony Liccione

Give me a moment I am preparing to drawback to scream
Louder than a train overhead below a railroad bridge — John E. Wordslinger

I've reached the vanishing point
without you.
Here my heartache begins with your pain
trying to find an unborn start
in this fatal disappearance

From the poem 'Me with the Vanishing Point — Munia Khan

I do not blame him
for not knowing
the gentleness of my soul.

When I only showed him,
how violently
I loved. — Saiber

You have made me a love poet. — Kamand Kojouri

If you can't be the poet, be the poem. — David Carradine

When your heart starts to feel full again. I love FREE refills, and if a restaurant tries to double charge me, I refuse to write a love poem on their Yelp page.
-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz — Karen Quan

Sadness is an invitation to God. — Kamand Kojouri

Poetry is breathing words that gives a reader pause. — Ankita Singhal

I always felt it would
pass.
I listened to the charges against me
knowing some of them to be true
but certainly not
important enough
to become the target of
violence, envy,
vengeance.
I thought it would surely
pass. — Charles Bukowski

And in a mad trance
Strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings
We decay
Like corpses in a charnel
Fear & Grief
Convulse is & consume us
Day by day
And cold hopes swarm
Like worms within
Our living clay — Percy Bysshe Shelley

The sky can never be frozen
because its vastness has chosen
all warmth of our lives as we look above
with unbreakable hearts armoured in love — Munia Khan

Death is buried there into death
Hunger strikes on its own last breath
No spine to shiver, no heart talks
At life's craving poverty mocks

From the poem 'Exhumation — Munia Khan

The tragedy of love is in its ending,
the blessing - everything else.

No love ever deserves to end. — Akif Kichloo

A poem can't free us from the struggle for existence, but it can uncover desires and appetites buried under the accumulating emergencies of our lives, the fabricated wants and needs we have had urged on us, have accepted as our own. It's not a philosophical or psychological blueprint; it's an instrument for embodied experience. — Adrienne Rich

But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar. — Timothy Joshua

..Breaking yet budding,
dying yet living - standing
amongst ruins and rage,
reaching for possibilities
playing hard to get. — Meraaqi

No poem of mine will, be as beautiful as the one; I create on your lips. — Seekerohan

I like to quote the words of Kierkegaard, that 'life ia a poem that we are able to write ourselves; but a Christian lets God write his life's poem. — Nathan Soderblom

If that poem idea is in your head NOW, write it down. Right now. Or lose it. For when it's gone, it's gone forever... — Nick Armbrister

Dear Lover...
you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart. — Lori Jenessa Nelson

They want to know
who I write these poems for.
Tell them it's for all lovers
because I don't see a difference
between our love
and their love. — Kamand Kojouri

You are not who you think.
You're not even the thinker.
You are the one conscious of the thought. — Kamand Kojouri

I see that you are heartlessly clever.
For you know how to Love,
but not Forever.

You still return to me in flashes,
so strong it clouds my Mind.
The fire has turned to ashes,
and yet, you're not behind. — Meraaqi

Beware women grown
old
who were never
anything but
young — Charles Bukowski

With each kiss that we shared we experienced the meaning of love. With the passing glances of passion we surrendered our hearts to the silence of the storm of intoxication. Holding on to each other till the roots of our souls have become entwined in the eternal desire of each other." Poem: "The Silence of Love — Anthony F. Rando

Where there is love, there is no need.
Where there is need, there is suffering. — Frederick Espiritu

Eyes and ears are two.
Lungs and kidneys, too.
I wonder then
why we're born with one
heart that skips a beat when hay is here,
and beats quickly when you are near.
One heart that cracks when you are far,
lie to me and leave a scar.
I wonder then
why we're born with one
heart that gets broken.
Was I supposed to find you then?
So your heart would make one
plus one is
two
for me and
two for you. — Kamand Kojouri

Quote from "The Whole World Is Gone"
" ... It's sensual, though, too, and interestingly mental. What
I do alone, loving him in my mind. Trying not to
let imagination win over reality. Hurtling through the night
passions so spent become facts one observes. Not tempered,
just momentarily out of view by the body that perceives them.
Turning that into my prayer: to be deprived. — Jennifer Grotz

Solitude is an unmarked place beyond the borders of the map, a place where most fear to tread. It's no surprise, then, that this is where the greatest secrets and most valuable treasures are hidden. — Cristen Rodgers

Always write exactly what you're feeling at the exact moment when writing something like poetry or an emotional novel. Put yourself, pour all emotions into your work ... make yourself cry, feel joy if you are writing joyful things, feel lovey if it calls for it ... just put your heart and soul into all that you do ... then you will be a good writer when you can make whoever reads your work, feel. -Nina Jean Slack — Nina Jean Slack

My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you ...
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan) — Munia Khan

If you quote a poem in a sermon today, some people think you are being mushy, but if you quoted one back in the day, people would have felt you were getting to the core of an idea, to the real, whole truth of it. — Donald Miller

You think I'm giving up. I'm not. I'm giving in. — Kamand Kojouri

Knowing you, I understood myself. — Kamand Kojouri

What you cannot lay to rest
Must therefore be laid aside

From the poem "Moors Child" published in the poetry collection "Cats and Other Myths — J.S. Watts

Choose wisely
From those who start
A fire in your heart.

Some may burn you to shreds,
While you were looking for warmth. — Saiber

You rewrote the art in my heart. — Timothy Joshua

All that I desire in life are three ...
A wilderness: A beach on the sun-drenched sea,
A puff of opium,
And thee. — Roman Payne

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same. — Kamand Kojouri

I do not just want you at your best.
I almost do not care
where your Happiness lives,
but please,
let me visit your pain?

Take me to the place
where your sadness goes,
and show me the tragedy
that no one knows. — Meraaqi

Flute of Breath
Dusky condolence
Today i 'll sing you
My Sighs — Satbir Singh Noor

My mind is the sun,
and my heart is the moon.
In the sky between them,
there I am.

Cristen Rodgers — Cristen Rodgers

It's a poem, of our love, that doesn't rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end. — Khadija Rupa

Time is a watchful adversary, who waits enduringly for that merciless hour, hurrying to work the hands of separation. — Kelly Vang

All theories
like cliches
shot to hell,
all these small faces
looking up
beautiful and believing;
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe but believe is a
graveyard.
we have narrowed it down to
the butcherknife and the
mockingbird
wish us
luck. — Charles Bukowski

You are the mark on my liquid heart
where love begins with the beginning's start
You are the desire of the ablaze fires
the only truth from ten-thousand-liars
From the poem- A Letter to My Love — Munia Khan

If breath is as close as I can get,
tomorrow, I'll become the wind
just to be with you again. — Frederick Espiritu

tears swell
in the wells
of my eyes.
love is a
constant
side effect
of mine. — K.Y. Robinson

Come, let us speak with our bodies.
Teach me how to please you.
I am here to learn.
Let us not waste this time.
It is the hour of union.
Come
And after you do,
Come again. — Kamand Kojouri

Tear me apart for your view.
Open the window of my wounds.
To catch one glimpse of you
is worth a thousand cures. — Frederick Espiritu

Sometimes the grass gets mowed
at the house where the writer lives. — Christopher J. Jarmick

The best tourist is one without a camera — Kamand Kojouri

How would you start to write a poem? How would you put together a series of words for its first line - how would you know which words to choose? When you read a poem, every word seemed so perfect that it had to have been predestined - well, a good poem. — Ashley Hay

Be you.
That, my friend,
is the change you want
to become in the world. — Frederick Espiritu