Quotes by Poets - Page 189

That woman wants to hear all my wishes,For already a thousand years,And each my thought knows to read,Even if I don't utter it aloud.
Stjepan Varesevac Cobets
These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!
Kamand Kojouri
No one leaves home unless homes is the mouth of a shark.
Warsan Shire
I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.
Blythe Baird
Truth is everywhere, and easily seen.Believing one’s eyesIs the difficulty.
Jean Monahan
... time is how you spend your love ...
Nick Laird
Cover mine eyes, O my Love! Mine eyes that are weary of bliss As of light that is poignant and strong O silence my lips with a kiss, My lips that are weary of song! Shelter my soul, O my love! My soul is bent low with the pain And the burden of love, like the grace Of a flower that is smitten with rain: O shelter my soul from thy face!
Sarojini Naidu
Poetry is the yearning of the soul to break free!
Avijeet Das
A man does not become a real man by showing his physical domination over women. A man becomes a real man by loving, respecting and protecting women.
Avijeet Das
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.
Avijeet Das
She day-dreams just as I do. She is addicted to her solitude just as I am. She loves watching the rain-drops fall slowly on to the green leaves of an old guava tree just as I do. She loves drifting in time and time travel just as I do. She loves looking at the waves dashing against the rocks just as I do.
Avijeet Das
A strange feeling of lonelinessAdrift near the blue canvasYou may stare long and listen deepYet not know whether sea-shore or sea-snore!
Avijeet Das
Everything is connected. We see the signs every moment. There are miracles waiting to happen!
Avijeet Das
Now came still evening on, and twilight grayHad in her sober livery all things clad;Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;She all night long her amorous descant sung;Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmamentWith living sapphires; Hesperus, that ledThe starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,Rising in clouded majesty, at lengthApparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
John Milton
Decide if a poem is a question or a declaration, a meditation or an outcry.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
the light too brief to finish any work —the woman seeks to amplify the dark
Leatha Kendrick
I'd rather write poetry than watch TV it allows me to share the wide screen in me.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Some poems are written great, some poems are written swell. But then there are poems that could win a prize in Hell.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
I have a book of poetry I believe many should read but in each verse you'll discover it wasn't written for greed.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow,t An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering,High in the purer, happier air.
Walt Whitman
Des Menschen Kraft, im Dichter offenbartThe human power is revealed by poetIl potere dell'umanità si rivela nel poeta
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Poetry, to me, is a type of shamanistic chant capable of chasing away the darkness within us.
Leila Samarrai
Poetry is an old wise serpent which only occasionally comes out to catch the sun (and scare people).
Leila Samarrai
Man is in his own microcosm akin to a personal box, with poetry as its lid which it can defend itself from the world
Leila Samarrai
Some people are like the fragrance of flowers!
Avijeet Das
It is right it should be so;Man was made for joy and woe;And when this we rightly know,Thro' the world we safely go.Joy and woe are woven fine,A clothing for the soul divine.Under every grief and pineRuns a joy with silken twine.- "Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
The emmet's inch and eagle's mileMake lame philosophy to smile.He who doubts from what he seesWill ne'er believe, do what you please.- "Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
Oh, the summer night / HAS A SMILE OF LIGHT / And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Barry Cornwall
Poetry should be like 'Uh-huh. Baby has to have it.
Chelsey Minnis
. . . distant as the death of grocery chickens.
Rodney Jones
If I wouldn't of spent so much time shooting spit wads at my English teacher I'd know how to punctuate good thing I normally write poetry.
Stanley Victor Paskavich
O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.
Walt Whitman
Reluctant hero, drafted again each Fourthof July, I'll bow and remember you. Whoshall we follow next? Who shall we killnext time?
William Stafford
So, the world happens twice--once what we see it as;second it legends itselfdeep, the way it is.
William Stafford
The morning slathers its whateveracross the thing.
Michael Robbins
The greatness of poetry comes from its struggle to express the rapture of the soul in the contemplation of beauty.
Anthony S. Maulucci
Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
Leonard Cohen
Blessed are you who circled desire with a blade, and the garden with fiery swords, and heaven and earth with a word.
Leonard Cohen
Though I love your company, your instructions are wasted her. I will always choose the woman who caries me off, I will always sit with the family of loneliness.
Leonard Cohen
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Alfred Tennyson
All things want to float.
Rainer Maria Rilke
i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear;and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)
E.E. Cummings
Only union with you gives joy. The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.
Jalaluddin Rumi
A robin redbreast in a cagePuts all heaven in a rage.A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeonsShudders hell thro' all its regions.A dog starv'd at his master's gatePredicts the ruin of the state.A horse misused upon the roadCalls to heaven for human blood.Each outcry of the hunted hareA fibre from the brain does tear.A skylark wounded in the wing,A cherubim does cease to sing.The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fightDoes the rising sun affright.Every wolf's and lion's howlRaises from hell a human soul.- "Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
He who mocks the infant's faithShall be mock'd in age and death.He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out.He who respects the infant's faithTriumphs over hell and death.The child's toys and the old man's reasonsAre the fruits of the two seasons.- "Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.
W.B. Yeats
When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever.
Adrienne Rich
To do something very common, in my own way.
Adrienne Rich
Even the simplest poemMay destroy your immunity to human emotions.All poems must carry a Government warning. WordsCan seriously affect your heart.
Elma Mitchell
The clouds above us join and separate,The breeze in the courtyard leaves and returns.Life is like that, so why not relax?Who can stop us from celebrating?
Lu Yu
I is for immortality, which for some poets is a necessary compensation. Presumably miserable in this life, they will be remembered when the rest of us are long forgotten. None of them asks about the quality of that remembrance--what it will be like to crouch in the dim hallways of somebody's mind until the moment of recollection occurs, or to be lifted off suddenly and forever into the pastures of obscurity. Most poets know better than to concern themselves with such things. They know the chances are better than good that their poems will die when they do and never be heard of again, that they'll be replaced by poems sporting a new look in a language more current. They also know that even if individual poems die, though in some cases slowly, poetry will continue: that its subjects, it constant themes, are less liable to change than fashions in language, and that this is where an alternate, less lustrous immortality might be. We all know that a poem can influence other poems, remain alive in them, just as previous poems are alive in it. Could we not say, therefore, that individual poems succeed most by encouraging revisions of themselves and inducing their own erasure? Yes, but is this immortality, or simply a purposeful way of being dead?
Mark Strand
I eat the hearts of girls and puke slugs and snails.
Raegan Butcher
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe
Take the blinders from your visiontake the padding from your earsand confess you've heard me crying and admit you've seen my tears.
Maya Angelou
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is groundUpon my flesh t'inflict another wound.Yet dare I not complain, or wish for deathWith holy Paul; lest it be thought the breathOf discontent; or that these prayers beFor weariness of life, not love of thee.
Ben Jonson
PricklyWhen I'm feelingporcupine-y,I get nasty,I get whiny.Stay away orI might stick you.My sharp words arequills to prick you.
Laura Purdie Salas
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.
Jalaluddin Rumi
There is a wilderness we walk aloneHowever well-companioned
Stephen Vincent Benét
To quench my longing I bent me low By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Sarojini Naidu
If only yesterday could be my tomorrow then today wouldn't even matter.
Carroll Bryant