Best 315 of Poetic quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 18 Sep

Scott Westerfeld

She pulled away, his grip no stronger than the strands of a spider web.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Destefano

Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Henry David Thoreau

We have heard much about the poetry of mathematics, but very little of it has yet been sung. The ancients had a juster notion of their poetic value than we.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Robert Morgan

Philip Larkin has a tough honesty and sense of humor that I find irresistible, as a contemporary poet.

By Anonym 13 Sep

James Fenton

At somewhere around 10 syllables, the English poetic line is at its most relaxed and manageable.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Megan Bannen

And wilderness is paradise now.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Robert Penn Warren

How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Nithin Purple

Ye just hit the Life with your Old Dream!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Multatuli

There is nothing more poetic than the truth. He who does not see poetry in it will always be a poor versifier outside of it.

By Anonym 13 Sep

George Carlin

I definitely have a gift for language that is rhythmic and attractive to the ear, and I have interesting [verbal] imagery which I guess is a poetic touch.

By Anonym 18 Sep

C. S. Forester

The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Claire Wong

When people who remember her better than me talk of her, she is always described as headstrong and irresponsible, which, if you think about it, are just different words for untameable. The wind is untameable, and so are rivers, and there is something poetic in that.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Pablo Neruda

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba, you have vines and stars in your hair,

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alex Lemon

The more prose I wrote, the more the pendulum swung back toward the middle, merging some poetic sensibilities with the more fundamental elements of creative prose.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Edward Dahlberg

The bad poet is a toady mimicking nature.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alysha Speer

There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said. So much has happened; so little has changed. We have so many words prepared; so many words are too hard to actually say. A few days have passed; this pain has been here for years. We don't know where to go from here; our future has always been in our minds. Moments of peace with those who constantly argue; fights with those that usually bring peace. There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Francis Ponge

When it has finished saying it, it no longer is. The longer it is in saying it, the more it can say it at length, the more slowly it melts, the better quality it is.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mark Strand

Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.

By Anonym 15 Sep

John Henry Newman

Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes, The art of syren choirs; Hush the seductive voice that floats Across the trembling wires. Music's ethereal power was given Not to dissolve our clay, But draw Promethean beams from heaven To purge the dross away.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Nithin Purple

The Goddess of poetry,who loves to unveil the mystic truth of transparent life,never resembles a woman who hides to keep her secrets behind the false veil.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Justin Wetch

You are my drug of choice I know you’re no good for me And though I swear my lips Will never touch you again Here we are, here we are.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Kahlil Gibran

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mel Brooks

Woody Allen is a genius. His films are wonderful. He's poetic, but he's also a critic. He artfully steps back from a social setting and criticizes it without - I suspect - without letting himself be vulnerable to it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jaeda Dewalt

A loner by nature and an introvert... i am a twinkling star, burning bright amidst a cloudless night. As such, i tend to fade in and out of people's lives. This aspect of me is often misunderstood as rejection or a lack of love and caring. In reality, the only way i can survive as an introvert, is to drop from the sky, from time-to-time, recharging within the energizing landscape of my inner-universe. To love me, is to let me me have the space i need to illuminate the sky. I can't be taken hostage or held captive. Inner-light is what gives my star its twinkle.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol

God designed love to make the world living; so if world's dying, we know what's missing. When missing, God designed another thing: "This one is hatred-to do repairing." Oh, how the world treats hatred as beastly; yet sans hatred, who'll fight depravity? Hatred used to correct is celestial; but when used to oppress, it is bestial.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Lawrence Norfolk

The Romans eat much Garlic and the Hungarians more while in the Markets of Sidon lovelorn Men pay Ransoms for a Jelly dusted with Sugar from which the Scent of Roses does rise and which no veiled Maid can taste without yielding.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Sanober Khan

you are so delicious to my poetic side.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jaeda Dewalt

As an artist, i live in fantasy and flirt with reality. I'm an emotional magician of sorts. I paint my feelings onto the abstract canvas of a waking dream. I suspend my concepts in the ether's of otherworldly realms. This is the way my existence has always been. I am untethered, a traveler between worlds. I sinuously slip in and out of the real and surreal, until, they are one and the same. I do not like being shackled or chained, to the physical plane.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Sidonie-gabrielle Colette

To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kristen Simmons

His green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Nithin Purple

To be crisp,in order to invent Beauty, you have to fly from the extreme end of your Imagination,and to reach there,you have to be alive with an urge for solitary travels, physically or mentally,where those experiences can give you a great Reflection on your Creativity.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Weisberger

Smokers always waxed poetic about the ritual of it, how a large part of the satisfaction was packing the box and pulling the foil wrapper and plucking an aromatic stick. They claimed they loved the lighting, the ashing, the feeling of being able to hold something between their fingers. That was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like actually smoking it: Leigh loved inhaling. To pull with your lips on that filter and feel the smoke drift across your tongue, down your throat, and directly into your lungs was to be transported momentarily to nirvana. She remembered- every day- how it felt after the first inhale, just as the nicotine was hitting her bloodstream. A few seconds of both tranquility and alertness, together, in exactly the right amounts. Then the slow exhale- forceful enough so that the smoke didn't merely seep from your mouth but not so energetic that it disrupted the moment- would complete the blissful experience.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As to the pure mind all things are pure, so to the poetic mind all things are poetical.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Nithin Purple

Ha! no more dirges for the dead summer—and here,the shrills of that unpleasant months over, and new leaves start to shiver;as the winter smiled in her foggy bath!

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Destefano

She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Rodolfo Martin Vitangcol

Deny the venom can't kill you, it can. Deny the bullets can't harm you, they can. No one has fought Nature and came out glad. If you can cheat Nature, you can cheat God.

By Anonym 17 Sep

William Shakespeare

Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom." (Sonnet 116)

By Anonym 20 Sep

Wally Lamb

When you deserved it, even the mail could rape you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Fernando Pessoa

Sometimes I muse about how wonderful it would be if I could string all my dreams together into one continuous life, a life consisting of entire days full of imaginary companions and created people.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Nicholas Sparks

That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Destefano

The clouds took on the shape of dancers; from somewhere far off, Pram heard music before the clouds became normal again.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Lauren Destefano

Stone gnomes and angels filled the gardens, and it seemed that they were also sleeping, as though a witch had cast a spell on them.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Nithin Purple

A Beauty can count myriad gifts by Nature, as well as fear.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Jim Chapson

Approaching the Start of Civil Exams Perhaps I was once a young Chinese scholar approaching the start of civil exams, my mind grown weary and sad from seclusion with books on syntax and poetic style. All that I knew were the mist-covered mountains and sweet white blossoms of mountain apples that grew in the valleys of my province. But I had been gone over six years busy with studies in the Heavenly City empty and thin despite my work. I showed my verses to an older poet who told me a truth I longed to believe: all knowledge is futile and barren which does not open the love of your friends.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ralph Ellison

I'd like to hear five recordings of Louis Armstrong playing and singing "What Did I Do to Be so Black and Blue"-all at the same time. Sometimes now I listen to Louis while I have my favorite dessert of vanilla ice cream and sloe gin. I pour the red liquid over the white mound, watching it glisten and the vapor rising as Louis bends that military instrument into a beam of lyrical sound.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jeff Tweedy

I still love poetic imagery. I love the idea of using surrealist speak to generate lyrical content and I love the way English can be exciting in and of itself.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Richard E. Gropp

Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Markus Zusak

a young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow

By Anonym 18 Sep

Laurie A. Helgoe

Solitude became, for me, an interesting mosaic of broken pieces, a place where the neglected parts of myself get collected—for better and for worse, sometimes barely tolerated and sometimes arranged into lovely patterns.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sanober Khan

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.