Best 182 quotes in «poetry love quotes» category

The way you walked away The way you stopped and waited All that time What was in your heart? A laugh? A sarcasm? Couldn't we be lovers? Though we have never walked together

There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here Did I just now hear a beautiful symphony over here ? Or is it just your soothing words murmuring in my ear? Is it the cute mynah bird on my shoulder? Or is it your soft head nestling that I feel so tender? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here... Did I just now hear the nightingale sing around here? Or is it the breeze whispering softly to the trees near? Is that you giggling away to glory? Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here..

The same hopes, dreams and wishes Deep, flirty and playful kisses Collectively as one, never imagined apart Proof of togetherness from the very start

The world badly needs a “Great Arranger” putting everything in perfect order, where none shall be seen in wretched hunger, without a health care and decent shelter. Why we can order our homes, not our world? Where are all the leaders and the rich lords? Where the bright ones, the holy ones adored? Is it only God who can fix the world?

Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail of crimson for all but one to see.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms. only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

Thus we challenge, we hope, we fall. Thus we ponder, we test, we stall. Thus we learn, we break, we crawl. Thus we grow, we learn, walk tall. Here we try, we cope, & believe. Here we fail, we win, we achieve. Here we love, we bond, we need. Here we travel, we see, we breed. In faith of another we build and plan. In faith of another, we trust both good & bad. in faith of another we lay bare the minds mad. In faith of another we invest no part of sad. Let the marks you leave on me not be scars. Let the marks you leave on me be bright as the stars. Let these marks never become my eternal bars. Let these marks mirror those of the love of our Gods. May my presence bring hope and never harm. May my light shine boldly with pure solid charm. May you always remember the smile in my palm. May my kiss of wisdom grow wildflowers in calm.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind... that's where I find you.

Thy's bleeding heart confides in the With one's thoughts and troubles Let the kiss thy's lips To ease thou's pain Thy am thou's comfort Lie thou's head on mine pillow Of soft consolation And let the drown Thou's sorrow Away

Tingllim Hjek keq por sё kthej te ti. Qe, lot`t i tera. Mbas tashit nji pikё lodje sё derdh pёr ty. S’ke mbet veç ti, ka edhe varza tjera, por nuk mё kan bamun dritё der’sot kёta sy. Kangёt qi t’i kndova ka me i tretun era. Emni i yt nё zembёr t’eme ka me u shlye. Ti duej ke tё duesh tash qi ka dalё prendvera. Se na lidh ma gja. U zgjidh, u zgjidh ky nye. Pertrihet nё ket stinё tё bukur marё natyra, dhe shpirti i em nё kto dit ka m’u pёrtri. E krejt jetёs s’eme do t’i ndrrojё, po, ftyra. Mbas tashit ti nё daç mё duej e nё daç mos mё duej, por lulet qi shpёrthejn sivjet nё kёt shtёpi, nuk çilin ma pёr ty. Janё tё tjetёrkuej.

Watch, how the sun slowly rises from behind my ear new lines, new countries spring up in my palms my rough hair become swaying silk and all the leaves in my body become lusher than fruits.

To build a home is to look down, roses stemming from your seams, and say, "Look, I am still alive--in fact, in bloom.

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.

Understand the poem not the poet.

When night falls, come and visit me, For I have seen night keeps secrets best.

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.

We had scar-tissue romance and ours was a relationship of saying goodbye—every time we fought, every time we fucked, and every time we called it quits, before picking up our knives again

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.

We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!

we met one strange summer in a regular tangle of sticky webs you had the air of angels sweet but I-- drowned with the damned spirits in lava oceans fearing your-- foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes (I swear they are even if you-- think otherwise): storms calm ones, calmer than my-- raging coals, empty and dead you speak of souls like you believe always an optimist in pessimistic skin of ivory and titanium mesh...

We're all the same whoever loves.

We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain

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.

When everything is drawn and done. It’s called vision.

When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me.

When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. “& I love Wordplay

Where will I find you now that my heart is yours? Where should I search? I don’t know where to look. You fill my heart with desire and love, The perfume of the lotus, the grace of a dove. But then the dove flies far, far away, All that is left is a song for my harp strings to play. A voice in my memories like an angel of grace, Where can I find you? Do you know how I pray? Where will I find you now that my love belongs to you? Wherever your heart beats, I’m dreaming of you. Now and forever my love belongs to you… Now and forever my love belongs to you…

When I’m with you, The gravity of our moments, The weight of our smiles Makes time nearly stop.

When you smile, it lights me up!

Written soul is called poetry

why do people pour water on concrete expecting something to grow from it" AP

Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.

with this love I vow to show you the moon when we go over it at noon we'll make love for it's something good that we do for one another in full

Words are lost, time passes, people are forgotten. All that remains is a ripple in time.

You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.

You and I are a tale from ancient times, but I am too afraid to wipe off the memories and flip through our pages. Words will only amplify an injury too deep for poetry.

You are the poem that sticks in my throat teaching me to whisper with the voice of my heart.

You are the explosion of carnations in a dark room. Or the unexpected scent of pine miles from the woods of Maine. You are a full moon that gives midnight it's meaning. And the explanation of water For all living things. You are a compass, a sapphire, a bookmark. A rare coin, a smooth stone, a marble. You are an old lore, a small shell, a saved silver dollar. You are a fine quartz, a feathered quill, and a fob from a favorite watch. You are a valentine tattered and loved and reread a hundred times. You are a medal found in the drawer of a once sung hero. You are honey, and cinnamon and West Indies spices, lost from the boat that was once Marco Polo's. You are a pressed rose, a pearl ring, and a red perfume bottle found near the Nile. You are an old soul from an ancient place a thousand years, and centuries and millenniums ago. And you have traveled all this way just so I could love you. I do.

You are the mark on my liquid heart where love begins with the beginning’s start You are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liars From the poem- A Letter to My Love

You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity!

You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.

...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ...

You kidnapped my heart and left her dancing under the moonlight, all covered in red roses petals... (Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.

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

You said that it was because almost held failed potential. 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.

You should be more careful when you move, my dear what with you... spilling moonlight into my poem, with a mere flick of your hand.

all my life i have looked for poems to elope with.

All life is a revelation through images and observation. Discovery can be through the eyes of another.