Poem Quotes Quotes & Sayings

The tide was a poem that only time could create, and I watched it stream and brim and makes its steady dash homeward, to the ocean. — Pat Conroy

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

We thought everything would be
forgotten, but I still remember your
claws running down my back.

I wonder if you still think about us,
the way I do.

How our legs would crash
into each other in the middle
of the night, and how we ended
up creating the moon in the
confines of our beds. — Zaeema J. Hussain

there have been mornings
so quiet and tender
like a poem, on Thursday's lips
that I wondered
if I'd been kissed at all... — Sanober Khan

Please don't tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home. — Khadija Rupa

Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives. — Aberjhani

...and when we die
we die alone
I cry, I cry alone
Like a piece of stone
I am thrown
into the wavy ocean of life
to atone...to atone
Only to atone... — Munia Khan

WU WEI

flow of Life governed by Tao
flow of change

spontaneous
natural
effortless
acting through non-action

connecting with Earth and Moon and Sun
through
being

not inert or lazy or passive
but swimming swiftly
within the current
merging Life with Tao

quiet and watchful
not-interfering
receptive alert directly connected

acting without action
trusting detached without desire
spontaneous natural effortless
Living — Natasa Nuit Pantovic

I adore forgotten words, long lost folk tales, and books with pages soft and crumbling. I am a collector of scents and memories. The things that others bury are the things I hold most dear. — Nichole McElhaney

The Poets light but Lamps-
Themselves-go out- — Emily Dickinson

Have they known scorn like you
Five cellars down? — E.A. Bucchianeri

You may think just a window
But you overtook my soul.
You are not just a whisper,
You are louder than my soul.
(from poem Chimera) — Deepa Bajaj

Each poem holds the voice of a moment.
Held within, they are contained, damned to silence;
released, they fly into the world to find a new heart and a new home within,
where they will speak again. — Noa Daniels

be the kiss in my hair
that no one sees

move, when i move
sigh, when i sigh...

be that line from a poem
that i hold in my eyes. — Sanober Khan

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

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace. — Faraaz Kazi

Should I get lost, just point me in the direction of a poem. — Betty Bleen

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 only ever wanted to feel more human. — Timothy Joshua

THE RIGHT
POEM
FINDS
US
EXACTLY
WHEN IT
NEEDS TO.

- ATTICUS — Atticus Poetry

My mind is an instrument of peace
I am the peace
My heart sing the song of peace
My mind dances with peace
I laugh with peace
My soul is longing for peace
My spirit is the source of peace. — Debasish Mridha

Understand the poem not the poet. — Christina Strigas

Life doesn't stop. It doesn't stop progressing forward and it never stops trying to bring you to your knees. It will test your strengths and exploit your weakness, and I'm not sure that is always such a bad thing. — Christy Aldridge

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

I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show! — Leslie Austin

You rewrote the art in my heart. — Timothy Joshua

There is a difference between a poem and a writing incrusted with a feel of Poetry to fall within range — Mpho Leteng

I left smiles on your wordless lips
The night roads- dismal and narrow,
dream's path remains shadowy wide
as our lone hearts felt that arrow

From the Poem 'My Tomorrow — Munia Khan

I forgot to sup
annoyance
from his glass full of
mingled dread and rage
Now let me take
a small draught of solace
from my own little cup
full of predicaments!
From the poem- Draught — Munia Khan

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,
We wish him to know we are here and we care. — E.A. Bucchianeri

unrequited love is like
kneeling on uncooked rice
and waiting for
the boiling water
of his kisses
to soften the pain
but he never comes. — K.Y. Robinson

There lived a poet in the lands of gold,
Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold,
His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold,
His only motive: lives to mould — Adhish Mazumder

Moon is a superstar to a neon light
Both are in doubt of their lifeless plight
One envies the sun, the other one's scared
But to face the dark they're always prepared — Munia Khan

Thoughts are ideas scattered in your head. When written forms a sentence. When rhymed, it forms a phrase and singing it blooms a beautiful poem. — Ymatruz

It's not easy to write a poem about a poem. — Dejan Stojanovic

I am privileged to have your illuminating presence in my life that adds etherealness to my existence! — Avijeet Das

And life goes on like this,
an uncomplete poem. — Arzum Uzun

This longing inside me that never goes away, must be a poem ... must be you ... — John Geddes

I do not trust the truth. It shifts into reality. — Christina Strigas

A poem in the heart is worth
more than a million dollars
in the bank account. — Sanober Khan

A poem often begins in the midst of wonderful wandering thoughts that are eager to open wings to fly in the beautiful blue sky of imagination. — Debasish Mridha

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

Love by the sweat of thy brow.
Not through whispered words of hollow sound or lofty dreams ne'er substance bound that more than oft do run aground. Nay, love with mighty, blistered hands that turn the soil and carve the land. A bearer of toil and golden band.
Be strong! A founder of the feast!
Protective knight who slays the beast!
For promises and vows aloud are naught but wispy veneer shroud like cobwebs, frail, the airy words and wooing fail. So work, my darling. Toil as proof. Thy loyal heart be drained of youth and yet beat on, incessant sound. Both feet take root within the ground, and service be thy kingly crown.
Love by the sweat of thy brow. — Richelle E. Goodrich

The coldest day in fall
is at the Hallows Evening ball
where ghoulish fun
avoids the sun
as monsters mingle wall to wall. — Richelle E. Goodrich

A lie is still a lie
even if it's disguised
as the truth. — Sherman Kennon

Change like a tree
When it is winter
Don't complain or fear
Just wait for the spring
To bloom and sing — Debasish Mridha

...now open your mind by closing your eyes
see the unseen world within you which lies

From the poem 'The Unseen World — Munia Khan

Stop the tape, cut the paper! I will just write another poem and grab a microphone and push record again! — Delano Johnson

A blooming flower pleads,
oh thee! Look at me,
to see the beauty,
Kiss me like a bee,
To feel the bliss,
To taste the nectar of life
And just to feel and be.
Kiss me like a wave kisses the shore
In an endless dancing sea,
again and again, just to be. — Debasish Mridha

If Love is Pure, Love is Simple — Pawan Painjane

The Scorpion?
The Grasshopper?
Which way will she go? — E.A. Bucchianeri

You are the greatest poem ever written.
You are the greatest song ever sung.
You are the greatest portrait ever painted.
You are the greatest symphony ever composed.
You are the greatest act ever performed.
You are the greatest masterpiece ever created. — Matshona Dhliwayo

In all the flames of fire fume's left the trace
Into the bluest sea the sky is drowned
The miracles of life can you embrace

From the poem 'Can You Embrace? — Munia Khan

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,
But found in the soul within. — E.A. Bucchianeri

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

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

There are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies. — Mikl Paul

A Halloween flower,
if ever there was one,
would smell like an onion,
have thorns like a rose.
With charcoal black petals
and vines that entangle,
t'would grow under moonlight
in mud, I suppose. — Richelle E. Goodrich

I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them. — Christina Strigas

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

When i remember your name
i know you are my hope.
for what ?
not for love ...
'cause i know you can't love me.
but i know you are my hope for ... Life.
Just remembering your smile ...
i know you are my world
you shaping my world that became like this ...
you are my story
Not to be told,
But to remember ...
i love you
and ... I miss you now
i miss my world
i miss your face, your smile and your voice
I miss you more than anyone that I've ever met
-For Enno Indi WP- — Yulianto Eko P

There can be no law of nature, no science,
No aberrant infliction of human will
That unchained the soul cannot conquer,
Simply sweep away, should it chose to. — Scott Hastie

I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I'm sweep into darkness in my search for the light. — Sherman Kennon

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert? — Dejan Stojanovic

The stars will live for me, if not anything else — Munia Khan

To read a poem
Is to see light where there is darkness
Is to hear silence where there is noise
Is to dance where there is no music
Is to sing where the only instrument is words
And the stirring, impassioned pauses — A.A. Patawaran

The mere ambition to write a poem is enough to kill it. — Henri Michaux

And how unfair it would be to torture your heart in never feeling again, because of a feeling you haven't even tried to understand yet. — Nikki Rowe

Tonight, I won't dream, because nobody
has held me and no hands have strayed and even
though I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty. — Melissa Lee-Houghton

Even the simplest poem
May destroy your immunity to human emotions.
All poems must carry a Government warning. Words
Can seriously affect your heart. — Elma Mitchell

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

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound
where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound — Munia Khan

YOUR WORDS ARE MADE OF THE AIR I BREATHE. — Amy King

Excerpt From the Poem-" Prayer"

Such a pleasant,
And heartfelt task.
To him implore,
And mercies ask. — Kari L. Greenaway

Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an hour
or two.
This is your fairy.
It ain't perfect and it ain't honey sweet with roses on the bed.
It's real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love.
Don't throw it away searching for someone else's love. Don't be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go.
Be someone's someone for someone.
Be that someone for him. — Charlotte Eriksson

Your life, your breath, do they diligently seek,
Beyond the ridge to Willows Peak.
Go tortured soul! Go the weak!
Fall into their arms which eagerly reach,
Your spirit will they shackle and keep,
buried in the darkness of Willows Peak."
"Not the happiest poem in the world," Breccan remarked. — Madison Thorne Grey

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead. — Federico Garcia Lorca

Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,
illuminate the shadows in the sky. — A.F. Stewart

I am my own reflection
But when I look at me
I can see your affliction — Munia Khan

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble. — Emily Dickinson

A beautiful poem is nothing but a mirror of philosophy through which we can see life's pure beauty. — Debasish Mridha

To be wild as the waves;
enshrined
by the vastness -
our cosmic immemorial.
Unsettled as the forest.
An indomitable flicker
amidst worldviews,
of jaded crowns
and romantic ash. — Steven Storm

Treats and tricks.
Witch broomsticks.
Jack-o-lanterns
Lick their lips.

Crows and cats.
Vampire bats.
Capes and fangs
And pointed hats.

Werewolves howl.
Phantoms prowl.
Halloween's
Upon us now. — Richelle E. Goodrich

No more can this Angel teach her,
Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ... — E.A. Bucchianeri

I escape disaster by writing a poem with a joke in it:
The past, present, and future walk into a bar - it was tense. — Kelli Russell Agodon

You ask
if I will write a poem
I could,
I suppose
write the most
splendiferous
one of all

but not
right
now
not when

your hands
are brewing
warm
cinnamon tea
across my skin

not when I'm
trying to imagine
what might happen
if you began
flowering
kisses
upon
me

My dear,
how can
I write
a poem
when I'm already
inside one? — Sanober Khan

This poem inspired me to write my eBook.

The Miller's Daughter by Alfred Lord Tennyson

It is the miller's daughter,
And she is grown so dear, so dear,
That I would be the jewel
That trembles in her ear;
For hid in ringlets day and night
I'd touch her neck so warm and white. — Ellen Read

And then you leave the memories behind.
When you look at the pictures
It seems like it was always fun.
But you know that
in that photos everyone was actually broken deep down inside.
Wounded.
Bleeding.
Crying and yelling at the same time.
They were some kinda wounded birds ...
Eagles, wrens ...
When you remind that,
you became some kinda phoenix.
And life goes on like this.
like an uncomplete poem. — Arzum Uzun

So this is love:
the Sculptor's chisel.
And stone, which in its whole life
does not utter a single word,
suddenly sings. — Milan Rufus

At the end of all things, why do lovers break up?

Because love is magic. You have to believe, for it to exist. — Timothy Joshua

Blank pages are cruel
Pure torture in white or beige
But how else to start — A.A. Patawaran

Every new day
Our children's joy is as fresh as roses,
Even the birds chatter at dawn. — Scott Hastie

Has father from Heaven
Sent the Angel to me? — E.A. Bucchianeri

ASK NOT IF POETRY IS DEAD, ASK HOW YOU CAN LIVE FOR POETRY. — Amy King

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

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
From the poem Mad Girl's Love Song — Sylvia Plath

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

Of everything
I have ever endured,

Y
O
U

are
My Favourite Tragedy. — Meraaqi

Ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink. — Melissa Lee-Houghton

Monsieur, you must be mad!
Box Five can never be had
For money, love or the world ... — E.A. Bucchianeri