Best 750 of Poems quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jenna Streety

She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.." [From Current Work In Progress]

By Anonym 19 Sep

Charlotte Eriksson

This year has taught me the simple craft of belief. I believe in the things I’ve nurtured and built this year. Slowly but carefully. Such as understanding, knowledge, passion, strength; the hundreds of songs I’ve written, the 365 poems, the books I’ve read and the miles I’ve run. The resolution to breathe, to meditate, to not harm my mind or body even when I’ve felt like it.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

Tenderhearted people are silent sufferers they just learn the art to fly with broken wings.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Irynka

i want the moon tattooed on my wrists my grandmother keeps asking me to pray, i don’t have the heart to tell her that my poems are the only God i have left in me my mother keeps leaving without saying goodbye i wish she’d let me cut my hair in the 7th grade, maybe i’d know how to deal with loss by now i told myself i’d stop kissing boys who didn’t know my name i said, i’d stop picking at my bones like broken decorations, i’d quit with the smoking and the drunken poems, and when i said things like “my bones are heavy” i would only mean it as a good thing heavy bones can’t be broken, you can’t break heavy bones

By Anonym 16 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Neelam Saxena Chandra

On the ocean of feelings Poetry lies like a princess fairy When the current is opposite, she strives When in rhythm, she is merry…

By Anonym 19 Sep

Garret Freymann-weyr

What else is a poem about? The rhythm and the images buried in the language. All the ways you can build an emotion with words, but you can't just write 'I feel sad.' I mean, you can, but it's not poetry... I think it has to be experienced instead of studied. You step into it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

J. Annrey

I hear them, The sound of your feet As they pace The creeks on the wooden floors that speak of you,

By Anonym 19 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

We live in a society where every business has a huge scope. Even if you open a shop selling snakes people will buy it. Thinking they will direct them to their neighbors house.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dorothea Lasky

Am I going to die and all I will have are these fucking poems

By Anonym 19 Sep

Elfriede Jelinek

The Ph.D is one of the chosen who know that some things can never be fathomed, no matter how hard you try. What good are explanations? There is no possibility of explaining how such a work [Mozart's Requiem, in the instance] could ever have come into being. (The same holds true for certain poems, which should not be analyzed either.)

By Anonym 18 Sep

Michael Mcclure

The machines are too dull when we are lion-poems that move & breathe.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Guillaume Apollinaire

Le Chat Je souhaite dans ma maison: Une femme ayant sa raison. Un chat passant parmi les livres. Des amis en toute saison Sans lesquels je ne peux pas vivre.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jasleen Kaur Gumber

I have a lot of, unfinished poems. And all of them are like, some love affair, that started too quick, and died too young. Each incomplete art to me, is like a memory lane, of an insane passion, that words, couldn't explain, and colors couldn't contain.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Escandar Algeet

El sabor del olvido destilado sabe a ti. Y yo lo mezclo con whisky. Sobre una base de cerveza.

By Anonym 16 Sep

R. L. Martinez

Her armor appears fragile – a delicate shell of silk and perfume. Life's troubles seem to find each chink. But try to touch that smooth shield and you will see it crumble in your hands. As the dust dissipates, you find she is gone.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Siska Astriana

Perasaan tidak sejalan dengan logika! Kebodohan macam apa ini?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

In the end, you will realize most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanober Khan

moonlight disappears down the hills mountains vanish into fog and i vanish into poetry.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Raegan Butcher

anyone who has no feelings for animals has a dead heart.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Dejan Stojanovic

It’s not easy to write a poem about a poem.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Gerrit Achterberg

Since it has quietly began to snow, new distances have awakened within me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Val Uchendu

Roses have thorns,’ we whine. When thorns of life entwine. Simple things can bring solace to heart-Things everyone take for granted-Like tending beds of fragile roses-with heart full of scars

By Anonym 19 Sep

Giovannie De Sadeleer

We often pray to the stars above, to help us find somebody to love.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Suzy Kassem

Where you find Truth Is where you find your reflection And where you find your reflection Is where you find love And where you find love Is where you find light And where you find light Is where you find faith And where you find faith Is where you find purpose And where you find purpose Is where you find happiness And where you find happiness Is where you find Truth And when you find Truth Truth will set you free. REFLECTIONS OF TRUTH by Suzy Kassem Taken from Rise Up and Salute the Sun, 2010. First published in Truth is Crying, 2008.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jacqueline Simon Gunn

Between the Mile I have always counted the miles. Sometimes they came quick, Other times slow. The distance between things, The way I could know. Close could feel far, And far could feel near. The miles that passed too quickly, The ones I ran out of fear. They weren’t all the same, So I had been told, The unmarked trails, And the days I was bold. Some miles went down, Spiraling so low, When I was afraid to look forward, There was nowhere to go. The sunset came fast, And the day turned to night, But the trails could be endless, If I looked at them right. Everything I knew, All I was told, The conversations left behind, The people who grew old. When the miles stretched out before me, I wanted to sew them at the seam, Looking forward and then back, Holding everything in between.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

Time change - Moments don't.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Benjamin Malachi Franklin

The Weaver My life is but a weaving between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colors He worketh steadily. Oft times He weaveth sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget He sees the upper, And I the underside. Not til the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand, As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern He has planned.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Billy Marshall Stoneking

The burning off and the gathering together are one.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

The only goal in life is to be happy, genuinely, intensely and consistently , regardless of what it looks like to others.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kathryn Fogleman

Once, we were a mighty nation Our people came from strong foundation Until cursed with darker days A dragon red came from skies blue Came and stole the things we once knew Making us humble, unknown But we were told one day of old That we’d give our throne of ancient gold To a prince and dragon slayer’s son For us to regain the ancient throne He will fight and bleed for our mountain home This dragon prince of Bowen’s line He will kill the drake that broke us He will remove the Witch who cursed us And become our King some glad day So now we wait ever patiently We wait for the one promised to make us free We wait for this prince to come

By Anonym 16 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

IF you want to be a winner than follow one simple rule and feed it in your mind. Take each task and work as " Do it yourself project.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jenim Dibie

I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Stanley Victor Paskavich

I do have a funny perception of mine I'd like to share. Being basically a lifetime poet. I've had many people say "I don't like poetry" But they'll listen to song after song that rhymes on the end in couplets Just a thought...

By Anonym 20 Sep

Suzy Kassem

WONDERLAND It is a person's unquenchable thirst for wonder That sets them on their initial quest for truth. The more doors you open, the smaller you become. The more places you see and the more people you meet, The greater your curiosity grows. The greater your curiosity, the more you will wander. The more you wander, the greater the wonder. The more you quench your thirst for wonder, The more you drink from the cup of life. The more you see and experience, the closer to truth you become. The more languages you learn, the more truths you can unravel. And the more countries you travel, the greater your understanding. And the greater your understanding, the less you see differences. And the more knowledge you gain, the wider your perspective, And the wider your perspective, the lesser your ignorance. Hence, the more wisdom you gain, the smaller you feel. And the smaller you feel, the greater you become. The more you see, the more you love -- The more you love, the less walls you see. The more doors you are willing to open, The less close-minded you will be. The more open-minded you are, The more open your heart. And the more open your heart, The more you will be able to Send and receive -- Truth and TRUE Unconditional LOVE.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jaclyn Dolamore

They were full of mysteries and secrets, like... like poems turned into landscapes." "'Poems turned into landscapes.'" he murmured with a slight smile. "And what of Vestenveld's gardens? Do you see poems in them?" "Your gardens are like your country's poetry. Very frilly and organized.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Delicious David

It was Halloween eve, And I was yearning alone waiting for my soul mate Ethan, He was expected by now for the celebrations in our bedroom, We planned for this, many months back, and now I was getting restless, My dick was erect and making a pole in my boxer - tough to handle 9 inches long of yearning all alone.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Robin Beth Schaer

We should hold each other more while we are still alive, even if it hurts.

By Anonym 16 Sep

E. L. Konigsburg

For the novelist or poet, for the scientist or artist, the question is not where do ideas come from, the question is how they come. The how is the mystery. The how is fragile.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Phar West Nagle

Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Christina Rossetti

Good folk, I have no coin, To take were to purloin: I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusy heather.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Stefan Dimov

I want you to judge me without thinking about it. I want you to give me advice without considering my opinion. I want you to expecting anything without the need to trust me. I want you to decide for me with all the care in the world. I want you to help me without smothering me. I want you to decide without seeing my point of view. I want you to hug me without holding me... I want you to feel protected in my presence without me having to lie. I want you to be close without suffocating me. I want you to know everything without knowing anything... I want you to know that both love and friendship should always be Unconditional.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ana Claudia Antunes

Il faut savoir sourire dans la chute aussi bien qu´élever dans la butte.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Vicky Arthurs

A novel is a hearty meal, but poems are the Belgian chocolates of the bookshelf. You can pick one and linger over it. Savour the aroma, the taste, the melting texture, the sweet craving it leaves behind! Or you can scoff down as many as you can eat. It’s up to you.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

A person with good heart is always happy. However its a myth because most of the time his heart is full of wounds as it except only good thing from others still he love the people who treat it right & pray for the ones who don't

By Anonym 17 Sep

J. Wolf

My heart belonged to her but she never belonged to me. She belonged to her passions and her heart's desires.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

Cosmos and its stars; poet and his poetry!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nathan Reese Maher

History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking us for suckers and is playing a mean game.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Robert M Drake

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.