Quotes about poetry

Self-love isn’t always so poetic sometimes it’s a nice big triple back flip kick in the ass. You’ve got to call yourself on your own nonsense on the incredibly efficient way you can be self-destructive.

Laugh until you crynever let your eyes look dryThis is not a matter of jokethis is all to provokeour sense of humourLife is its own consumer!

Wolf Star shines on wintry highGazing northward by and by.Ice and snow on shorelines lieWind and spirits haunt the sky.

Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconerThings fall apart the centre cannot holdMere anarchy is loosed upon the world

The world is a fairy tale we are its guardians.

If only youcould see me as the Devil does: palatable & raw chasing a chance blue moon

The holiest of all holidays are thoseKept by ourselves in silence and apartThe secret anniversaries of the heart.

I recreate myself that is my only power.

Since the age of fifteen poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or performed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles which has sometimes won me the reputation of an eccentric.

Since the age of fifteen poetry has been my ruling passion and I have never intentionally undertaken any task or formed any relationship that seemed inconsistent with poetic principles which has sometimes won me the reputation of an eccentric.

Poetry is like passion--it should not be merely pretty it should overwhelm and bruise.

Nights are belong to the universe that speaks about an unspoken feelings into a poetry.

That is what all poets do: they talk to themselves out loud and the world overhears them

The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker they need it to take the edge off.

Her half-closed eyes were moist and tremulous and languid with desire. I began to drink love from them with thirsty kisses which revived her spirits a litle.

Scent of old books a mystery a secret port of the dreamers.

I used to only write poetry now I live it. I finally matured enough to starve my hypocrisy to death.

She took time to think on things but time had already moved on without her.

Cosmos and its stars poet and his poetry!

she prays to feel as powerful as she might if God sang silentwords into her ear and answeredall the rattling questions now

You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet because poetry is beyond hooks and holes.

A short poem from my book:PerspectiveOf coursethere is a hellshe saidand it hasan observation deckso I maystand and waveto all those kindsouls belowwho warned meI would go there.

My heart is lost the beasts have eaten it.

Better off dead than giving in not taking what you want.

I do not have more information after reading a poem I have more experience.

when you're younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourboneswhen you're oldit's justa pair of shoeswithoutanybodyin themandjust aswell.

Farewell to thee! but not farewellTo all my fondest thoughts of thee:Within my heart they still shall dwellAnd they shall cheer and comfort me.

Poetry is born When the relationships begin to melt on the slow flame of the eyes.

My relationship stays strong because I serenade her with my actions and I write poetry in her heart with my deeds. My endless love is expressed with more than just my words my love is lived as a verb.

It is humor's job to laugh at the futility oft engendered by the improbable but it is poetry's job to dream of the potentiality of that which is not impossible.

Each loved one went silently downbubbles bursting leaving behindimages they heldto stick on the glass of memory.

You cannot deny the struggle the struggle denies you.

Don't ask me what it means ask me how it felt.

I will be glad to go. There is no poetry here. It is as I have always set forth: joy comes of its own free will it cannot be belabored.

With me: one minus one = one with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.

You are not what you are You are darkness Looking for light within.

There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata there is a thunder note in an angry sky.

Even great men bow before the Sun it melts hubris into humility.

There are countless circles of hell believers never penetrate the ninth circle.

There are many secrets don’t try to resolve them all.

He confided his deepest secret to you be always wary of his secret.

He thought others were small that was his greatness.

Darkness does not age nothing is always nothing

Unborn eternity does not die existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.

A versifier arranges words and rhymes into verses a poet arranges verses and rhymes into meanings.

The core of your true self is never lost. Let go of all the pretending and the becoming you've done just to belong.Curl up with your rawness and come home. You don't have to find yourself you just have to let yourself in.

One moment now may give us moreThan fifty years of reasonOur minds shall drink at every poreThe spirit of the season.

To greet each day ossifiedLike fossil remains forgotten beneath the feet of something more lively.

Erudition is the crude residue of wilted harvests wit: the meddlesome weed that wilts them.

The most sublime labour of poetry is to give sense and passion to insensate things and it is characteristic of children to take inanimate things in their hands and talk to them in play as if they were living persons... This philological-philosophical axiom proves to us that in the world's childhood men were by nature sublime poets...

We do not admire their president.We know why the White House is white.We do not find their children irresistibleWe do not agree they should inherit the earth.

Long have I dwelt forgotten hereIn pining woe and dull despairThis place of solitude and gloomMust be my dungeon and my tomb.

No man is his costume it is only what he wears to the dance.

Seated at table - no need for the fracture of the room's silence noiselessly they conversed.

With wine beside a gently flowing brook - this is the bestWithdrawn from sorrow in some quiet nook - this is the best

His Kiss:He has me at his every whim everything starts with him. To all the boys I used to kiss— everything stops with his.

My pond life with hydra is over now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..

In May I keep count.Two and a half more days of schoolfive between exams.Twenty thousand words of a noveland four poems and six borrowed books.More numbers to add to counting my pillsand trying to work out how to stay awake.

Once I knew what I was doingI was there and with itI had the total knowing.I Googled God and orgasmedAt the amount of Gods andMonsters out there posted about.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every onePack up the moon and dismantle the sunPour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.For nothing now can ever come to any good.

A poem begins with a lump in the throat a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple Garlands from window to window Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.

Sweet is the lore which nature bringsOur meddling intellectMisshapes the beauteous forms of things—We murder to dissect.

I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a flyI hid my life to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each placeWhere'er I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and bade my love good-bye.

The Way It IsThere’s a thread you follow. It goes amongthings that change. But it doesn’t change.People wonder about what you are pursuing.You have to explain about the thread.But it is hard for others to see.While you hold it you can’t get lost.Tragedies happen people get hurtor die and you suffer and get old.Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.You don’t ever let go of the thread.~ William Stafford ~

Poetry is a way of coming to know the realness of things fiction is a way of coming to know the world of relationships nonfiction is a way of coming to know the world of the mind.

Souls and their lessons.Self-conscious know thyself.Know their soul can't remainFor you're not their half.

A poem without metaphor is a gelding useless to nightmares.

Vanessa insisted that film was exactly like poetry. Nothing necessarily had to happen you just had to feel something.

I'm fascinated by rap and by hip-hop. I think there's a lot of poetry in it. There's a lot of anger, a lot of social energy in it. And I think you'd better listen to it pretty carefully, 'cause it's important.

I don't want to, in any way, characterize a race or a people or get accused of racial profiling, but the Irish, as lyrical and romantic as they can be in their poetry, they can be every bit as repressed in their personal relations.

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.

I love romantic poetry.

Romantic poetry had its heyday when people like Lord Byron were kicking it large. But you try and make a living as a poet today, and you'll find it's very different!

I think there is a poem out there for everyone, to be an entrance into the poetry and a relationship with it.

Poetry is a form of mathematics, a highly rigorous relationship with words.

Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.

But dream not helm and harness The sign of valor true Peace hath higher tests of manhood Than battle ever knew.

Sometimes poetry is a way of finding beauty in the chaos a flower growing in ruins of love's wreckage.

Nothing is inanimate what is the rest is our interpretation.

How light the raindrop's contents arehow gently the world touches me.From View With a Grain of Sand

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead I lift my eyes and all is born again.

listen: there’s a hellof a good universe next door let’s go

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.

There are two ways to dislike poetry: One is to dislike it the other is to read Pope.

i do not know what it is about you that closesand opensonly something in me understandsthe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

Sing your life any fool can think of words that rhyme.

Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests snug as a gun.

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreamsOf the beautiful Annabel LeeAnd the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyesOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.

I think we are in rats’ alley Where the dead men lost their bones.

Free verse is like free love it is a contradiction in terms.

Prose: words in their best order poetry: the best words in the best order.

I am not I pity the tale of me.

The Dreamfencekittens wait to jump into my dreamseach time I visit heaventhey jump over a dreamfencered clouds are ready for lovingas I lovemy love paints my catsour minds are somehow stuck togetheras we dream togetherof our own heavenamd after tjeu cir i[inside my sweaterwe knit our own heavens.

Robots are like Mars: they needgirls. Boys won't dothe memesoup is all wrong. They stompwhen they should kissand they're none too keenon having things shoved inside them...It's not a robotuntil you put a girl inside. Sometimes I feel like that. A junkyard the Company forgot to put a girl in.

No matter how you feel you have to actlike you are very popular with yourselfvery relaxed and purposefulvery unconfusedand notlike you are walking through the sunshinesingingin chains.

One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself does not want to understand