Poetry Love Quotes

Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

We had scar-tissueromance and ours wasa relationship of sayinggoodbye—every timewe fought, every timewe fucked, and every timewe called it quits, beforepicking up our knivesagain

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

Did you know that Bharatiyar used the pen name “Shelley-dasan”? He admired the poems of Shelley so deeply that he wrote under the name “Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired yet another poet who wrote as Surada, short for Subburathina-dasan. And to think this long chain of inspiration spans centuries, going back to the poets who inspired Wordsworth, who inspired Shelley, who inspired our own Bharati.

Indu Muralidharan

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

Sade Andria Zabala

Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heart beats and poet-less words for me? [ i do…]

N'Zuri Za Austin

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Jessica Kristie

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

Jessica Kristie

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

Jessica Kristie

Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.

Jessica Kristie

I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Jessica Kristie

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

Jessica Kristie

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Jessica Kristie

Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.

Jessica Kristie

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Jessica Kristie

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Jessica Kristie

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

Jessica Kristie

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Jessica Kristie

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Jessica Kristie

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Jessica Kristie

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

Jessica Kristie

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

Jessica Kristie

And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.

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.

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

And like nectar inside the bud,my blood drinks from your blood, beloved,and starves to join the salvation in your eyes;to be understood again and again, by your nakedness and certainty, a humbleness that trickles into the crevices of my seasoned mind.

V.S.Atbay

Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

Danabelle Gutierrez

And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.

Danabelle Gutierrez

Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside.

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness!

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

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood,neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eyeI am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

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

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

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.

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in along while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me

Love did not die. I still create your image to my heart every solitary night.

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…

Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.

I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands.

Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.

In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar.And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor.And if my like for you were sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty.

But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would

Andrew Faulkner

And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty

Andrew Faulkner

Mislaid flame of tender emotionsRekindled.Together we live to the point of tears,I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Understand the poem not the poet.

Christina Strigas

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.

In the Light of your Wisdom, You Shine. In the Midst of your Truth, Your Faith is Evident. From inside your Spirit, You are Love.

Amaka Imani Nkosazana

thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies...your neck, can I Savion on it?

Brandi L. Bates

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