Best 750 of Poems quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Hazel Hall

I am less of myself and more of the sun; The beat of life is wearing me To an incomplete oblivion,

By Anonym 16 Sep

Barbara Blatner

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

By Anonym 20 Sep

J. A. Anum

You deserve the love your soul craves for. Don't settle.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

If someone talks bad about us, we feel bad. If someone talks good about us we feel good. The question is ,Have we given our remote to others for the way we feel? Live your life in your way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jennifer Gooch Hummer

Love doesn't always mean rings and veils and walks down the aisle. Sometimes love means broken windows and broken hearts, and not being able to fix either. And sometimes love means telling you, there's no such thing as time in Heaven so don't rush to meet me. Stay a while, and pick, girl, the roses.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Maquita Donyel Irvin

She was rare, few and far between She suspected he would be as well And the thought of two rare, few and far between individuals Doing all that was necessary for that rare, few and far between Meeting to occur Drove her to write

By Anonym 15 Sep

Michelle Hartman

A short poem from my new book, The Lost Journal of my Second Trip to Pergatory, Thorny Crowns Of course the gold one was for special occasions, weddings, etc, silver for family reunions, office-casual type affairs. Bronze was a everyday choice; during yard work its burnished surface shone in sunlight. There were various colors and holiday appropriate ones. I could never find the hatboxes they were stored in. But the wooden one was reserved for the long suffering caused by family. Stevie’s funeral, my hospital trips and sister’s rebellion rated real wood. One tip filed extra sharp produced a fine and dramatic line of blood droplets on her brow.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Robert M Drake

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

In my heart is a space that is so sacred and none can enter in but you. And I shall wait for you though it takes forever, though my heart bleeds and my all consumed. I wait because I love you And love waits for the only one that it loves.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Atticus Poetry

When it comes to love we are primates breaking sticks while pointing to our hearts.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Siska Astriana

Apakah hidup ini akan menjadi membosankan, jika hanya melulu soal patah hati dan perasaan yang tak berbalas?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Sanober Khan

Scatter as a prayer escaping my lips... as orchids blooming in clouds.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Atticus Poetry

Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Tony Magistrale

I've been writing poems since I was sixteen. Back then, poems were an obvious release for all the frustrations and anxieties associated with adolescence. Mostly, they were a way for me to impress girls, even though I never remember any girls being impressed.

By Anonym 17 Sep

J. Wolf

Love blends our souls in the most aesthetic enjoyment

By Anonym 17 Sep

Kevin Young

Often, in death, everything else fails. We are left only with the music and the meaning of poetry.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Maquita Donyel Irvin

Fantasy like thought that no man could rain Just let her reign Run wild with her unafraid Of any rain storms They only wash the mud away and make way For double rainbows and sunny days

By Anonym 16 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

If we try to see something positive in everything we do, life won't necessarily become easier but it becomes more valuable.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Giovannie De Sadeleer

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

By Anonym 17 Sep

J. A. Anum

No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sanober Khan

it is to be savored like a seabreeze-whispered dream...in the mysterious blue minutes before dawn like a secret infatuation.... like slow languorous sips of green tea... like a lingering glimpse a self-wrapped paradise like his name upon my lips.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jack Southfield

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the sky fall, to pluck the clouds from their beds with its whipping winds

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sir Thomas Wyatt

I find no peace, and all my war is done, I fear and hope; I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind yet can I not arise; And naught I have and all the world I seize on. That looseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison, And holdeth me not, yet can I scape nowise; Nor letteth me live nor die at my devise, And yet of death it giveth none occasion. Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain; I desire to perish, and yet I ask health; I love another, and thus I hate myself; I feed me in sorrow, and laugh in all my pain. Likewise displeaseth me both death and life And my delight is causer of this strife.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Dejan Stojanovic

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Anjum Choudhary

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me. It was when i let you.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Atalina Wright

Love's alchemical power is nevermore clear than in the moments when we least expect it to grace our lives; for love transforms, love transcends, love awakens.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michael Jones

I love being able to see an un-written future.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Jessica-lynn Barbour

We dreamt of a crappy apartment somewhere Making love while we let the midnight air Flow through the open window, into our closed hearts Left bitter from heartbreak and too much time apart

By Anonym 17 Sep

Charles Bukowski

my poems are only bits of scratching on the floor of a cage.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Atticus Poetry

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Eric Overby

No amount of words, No haiku, poem, or novel, Can tell of our love

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jill Telford

She wanted to and believed she could —so she did.

By Anonym 16 Sep

J. A. Anum

He was the hunter of my soul, lying in wait - silently and motionless. Coaxing me out of hiding, Enticing me with love, Dangling hope in my face. Pulling me in, drawing me close. I gave in and walked into his trap. He did a good job too, tearing me apart and ripping my heart out. He was the hunter and I, the game. How could I forget that a hunter's job is to kill?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

Don’t be afraid of failures it takes courage to try new things & only those who try create History.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

How long you will live in your dreams? The time is now, it's better to go and follow them..

By Anonym 17 Sep

Abhishek Shukla

No body is a looser either he is a Winner or a Learner

By Anonym 20 Sep

J. Wolf

Years has passed and my eager heart stands. Until we meet again love is an uncertainty that I'll pass. I had all but one to give, this heart of mine that is yours still.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Siska Astriana

Htinya sekarang seperti benda rapuh. Aku tak tahu seberapa retak atau hancur di dalam sana, Aku hanya bisa menerka-nerka dari sini Dari tempatku Aku tak tahu apakah ia ingin kurengkuh atau kupeluk Atau hanya sekadar kulihat dan ku dengar dari sini Dari tempatku. Aku belum tahu Mungkin waktu tahu Mungkin nanti ia akan mengijinkanku tahu atau mungkin waktu.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Edgar Allan Poe

Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold moon, 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves. I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold–too cold for me- There pass'd, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Jolie Wolf

Muses don't come by everyday and most of them have an expiration date

By Anonym 18 Sep

Jessica Kristie

Steep fall to the ground shattering like clay pigeons missed by bad shots and unsteady hands.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Sanober Khan

you are here. the moontides are here. and that’s all that matters.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Cailah

Settled in my blanket of dreams, Hugging my thoughts of you. I close my eyes and secretly wish That someday you'll love me too. Reality whispers in the back of my head, "He will never be happy with you." But I've escaped to my fantasy land A place where happiness can come true.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Kelli Russell Agodon

and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Munia Khan

Sealing your lips makes your eyes talk Truth creeps beneath your lame feet’s walk Knees stiffen when blood vessels stalk A pounding heart’s lies hard as rock

By Anonym 15 Sep

Nathan Reese Maher

Did Bach ever eat pancakes at midnight?

By Anonym 15 Sep

China Cancio

A little bump in the road is just a bump. There's more ahead until you reach your destination.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kevin Young

I think it is in grief that we need some reminder of our humanity--and sometimes, someone to say it for us. Poetry steps in at those moments when ordinary words fail: poetry as ceremony, as closure to what cannot be closed.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

It is raining! In other words little poems are coming down from the sky! Nature is literature! Sun is a fable; forest is a story; birds are a theatre; mountains are a myth; rain is a poem! Nature is literature!

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jocelyn Soriano

You could have found me. You could have seen me. But I had always been the invisible one.