Best 429 quotes in «poets quotes» category

your smile. is the ultimate golden dream. all the poems in the world are waking up from.

Your words... I hold them deep like ancient skins hold wrinkles.

You tell me you are a poet. If so, our destination is the same. I find myself now the boatman, driving a taxi at the end of the world. I will see that you arrive safely, my friend, I will get you there.

You touched my heart...ever so softly and I realized tears had never been...merely salt and the rain Oh the Rain! had never been merely water.

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how.

A Blessing on the Poets Patient earth-digger, impatient fire-maker, Hungry word-taker and roving sound-lover, Sharer and saver, muser and acher, You who are open to hide or uncover, Time-keeper and –hater, wake-sleeper, sleep-waker; May language’s language, the silence that lies Under each word, move you over and over, Turning you, wondering, back to surprise.

A change of style is a change of meaning.

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

A chronic poet should always be an inveterate nature-lover.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand; but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon, when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

Ah, there are so many things betwixt heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed! And especially ABOVE the heavens: for all Gods are poet-symbolisations, poet-sophistications!

Ah gospodine! - reći će sinovica; - naredite vi mirne duše da se i te knjige spale kao i druge, jer dok moj gospodar stric ozdravi od viteške bolesti, ne bi bilo čudo da njega, ako on uščita te knjige, spopadne želja da se prometne u pastira i krene po šumama i livadama svirajući i pjevajući; ili, što je još gore, da postane pjesnik, a to je, kako vele, neizlječiva i prijelazna bolest.

Aku selalu larut pada keindahanmu, tidak cukup bagiku hanya menguntai kata perihal dirimu, pesonamu bak gemintang yang memberi kesejukan, gemulaimu bak rembulan yang selalu bersinar tatkala gelap bermunculan.

Aku selalu berhasil menulis semua keindahan yang ada, namun tidak dengan dirimu. Ujung penaku seakan tak mampu untuk menuliskan akhir dari sebuah cerita.

All we’re trying to do is word the world. Detail is one way we do that. We enumerate, notate, name the things seen.

An Author is forced by his Life's misery,to Live or Die in his Dreams,for every sad verse he writes,by breaking his Heart's Melodious strings, in need of sympathy.

Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.

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

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

Although my road to writing seems like it may have come easily, there were a few bumps in that road. I didn’t get a lot of encouragement from friends, although my family were great supporters. I also had many…what you would call “mind-boggling” moments, when I would doubt myself and what I was writing. It has been said that we, ourselves, are our own worst critics. All the hard work had payed off though, and I created a children’s book that I am proud of, and an unforgettable little girl that will touch the hearts of many.”-Nina Jean Slack

Always a frail mind,to Live,I must act this inevitable play of life:'The LIving Death',the deranging and perplexing dreams are in it! Ah!let me not exit the World's STAGE, in silence, leaving the Nature's serene music, my Muse and the Beauty of MANY Imaginary dreams.

And poets are but photographers, with papers and pens.

And stay, my dear stay... forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.

And there he would lie all day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he reminded one of a cat watching birds, when he had found the word, and her husband said, "Poor old Augustus--he's a true poet," which was high praise from her husband.

Any society that produces twice as many lawyers as it does poets and preachers is doomed.

Any ordinary person in the street can experience life just as intensely as any artist or poet.

A poet is someone who never forgets that they were born naked.

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

A Poet never denies creativity entrance.

A poet's work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.

A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffrings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music. People corwd around the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul.

A poem should create thought and emotion, whether that intended or not.

A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being "eternal children", etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art and words can change the world.

A poet is a feeling, sentient being, not a word machine.

A poet's fantasy: Hiring a rapper to rap his rhymes.

A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs.

A poet can imagine an iceberg singing a melancholic song while the world leaders find it difficult to imagine proper solution to global warming.

A poet if anything must be a poet and far more than just a writer of words. The poet is the storyteller, the shaman, the jester and the rogue. The poet lives in the world of language and imagination, love, death & obsession and yet still sees the universe in the smallest of everyday things that we merely take for granted.

A poet is a musician that can't sing. Words have to find a man's mind before they can touch his heart, and some men's minds are woeful small targets. Music touches their hearts directly no matter how small or stubborn the mind of the man who listens.

A poet is someone who never forgets they were born naked.

A poet who only knows how to be sad is no poet.

. . . a racer snake / slicking off / like a signature into the weeds.

A rain like melting pillows… a rain so beautiful I could never have let go of if not certain that someday...it would find its way into my poem.

Artistes breathe and dream creativity!

a single poem the thing that can keep me light on my feet, when my soul is heavy with sorrow.

A single poem, alone can turn tides scatter galaxies and burst forth with rivers from paradise.

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

A single poem is worth a hundred cozy winter nights kind words and healed wounds.

a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.