Best 183 of Poetry love quotes - MyQuotes
Creation of a pregnant imagination.
And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty
Dear “J” For the deepest love I have ever known Through the pain my soul’s enriched and I have grown
I'll never recover from being wrapped around your soul.
She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!
Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.
I see such radiant beauty in you that you have become my muse, the sun to my planet.
I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you.
Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.
all my life i have looked for poems to elope with.
When you smile, it lights me up!
True soul" From the world desired by all Down the street I walk up to a different kind of soul Why are you looking at me like that, I feel something I feel your love, your life, your pain, you're from the no longer existent world whats your life goal, you're not here in vain I'm here and alive and you rock to feel me the way you do, all I want is be whole Several have strolled down my road but none have reached as deep into my soul Love me truly, love me now, love me forever and I'd show you my true soul God will give us a gift of life that will bond us from herein on into infinity Let it be the birth of our true souls. "True soul" From the world desired by all Down the street I walk up to a different kind of soul Why are you looking at me like that, I feel something I feel your love, your life, your pain, you're from the no longer existent world what's your life goal, you're not here in vain I'm here and alive and you rock to feel me the way you do, all I want is be whole Several have strolled down my road but none have reached as deep into my soul Love me truly, love me now, love me forever and I'd show you my true soul God will give us a gift of life that will bond us from herein on into infinity Let it be the birth of our true souls.
I die a little, In the echo of your silence.
And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
I need to work on me. The me without you.
My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my life for our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul.
...cause it was hard... so much harder... when I couldn't live with me.
Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.
How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might I overlook his essence that still is in my garments? Despite everything, I still hear you saying that you love me. Though I know you don't.
When night falls, come and visit me, For I have seen night keeps secrets best.
Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?
I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.
Poetry is like open windows, which welcome all kinds of breeze.
In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.
I think the way the sun shines on you has nothing to do with the sun but everything to do with you.
Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.
Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.
We had a moment once when I felt that we were one, in the same feeling, in the same soul. But I've come to learn that these moments can imprison us for years when they were only moments followed by many more that were not the same.
Mislaid flame of tender emotions Rekindled. Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way.
When the hour draws near for you to depart, I shall look upon the clock and curse; and the lips you caressed so tenderly shall tremble with lover's thirst.
some words bring warmth just by being next to each other.
all the parts of me i did not show you were the ones i wanted you to notice.
My ears filled with sounds Of the paddling of canoes My feet filled with the dampness Of the early morning dew My eyes filled with the road ahead And all that comes into view My minds filled with thoughts That remind me of you
You kidnapped my heart and left her dancing under the moonlight, all covered in red roses petals... (Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)
I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.
A single poem is worth a hundred cozy winter nights kind words and healed wounds.
You are the poem that sticks in my throat teaching me to whisper with the voice of my heart.
Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol
Man is not victim of environment that due to world's evil, life is torment. It's man who victimized environment that due to man's evil, world is lament.
We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain
I can't love anymore. Except for you... I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
That it represented our ability to be just not good enough, that we had come to the brink of something beautiful but fell short so many times we crafted a word for it.
how these words, wait to die in the arms of all the poetry.. yet to be written.
Eager to please I submit to your moulds, your forms, dimensions, turned into a monolithic figure I silence my objections because love is the ending goal.
I wish to pervade your mind and slowly discover your secrets!
But even we, with our supposed mastery of the English language, were not immune to the shortcoming of our vocabularies. Words can only help you if you speak them.
I asked of the limitless sunshine How to shine with the dawn's glowing light; No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!
Our love survived love.
Love is beautiful and blind and messy and wrapped up in stardust. (Excerpted from Confession of the moon, chapter Pain)
It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world.
What exists in this heart is not imaginary. This hand would not grasp air in trying to hold you, nor this eye blind itself in searching for you in vain.