Poetry Love Quotes - Page 2

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

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

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.

Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first.

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Impulsive passion please set me free.

Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s startYou are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liarsFrom the poem- A Letter to My Love

And while she was fire,So fierce and so wild,I could only hope to be for her;The forests and the winds to carry her flame.

Morris R. Gates

I do not just want you at your best.I almost do not carewhere your Happiness lives,but please,let me visit your pain?Take me to the placewhere your sadness goes,and show me the tragedythat no one knows.

Meraaqi

There is a tender breeze Wafting around hereFeel it from your Soul You will see Magic over hereDid 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 hereFeel it from your SoulYou 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 hereFeel it from your SoulYou will see Magic over here..

KUNDALINI DANCEDark and cold and wet were Her handsI felt Her chilly breath inside my throatHer claws deep inside trying to find traces ofFear within meI stayed still Accepting Opening ReceivingWithin a moment She was insideTwo fingers below My belly buttonIn there She found no traces of shiversno traces of resistance, no traces of weaknessjust clear pure Passage-WayThen She grew into Her most powerful SelfShe stood undisturbed, unmoved, unchangedTotally free and She screamedAAAAAUUUUUUMMMFrom the centre of the earth, Through the tunnels of the caves, To the surface of the volcanoesAAAAUUUUUUMMMMTo open: Mountain tops untouched by clouds and rainCherry fields in their full blossomA dog running after a train filled with the excitementA witch laughing at passers-by mirroring their paranoiaDeath looking us in the eyes searching for the chosen Few Capable to see the Key behind Her magic veil

Nataša Nuit Pantović

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

I painted for the eyes, and wrote prose for the ears… Between those senses lay the mind and soul… I enjoyed connecting with people’s deepest thoughts, their hopes and dreams… My pen and brush were tools to achieve my artistic desired effects.

Written soul is called poetry

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight.

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 read my words and instantly we are both connected

Richard L. Ratliff

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.

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

Christina Strigas

I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.

Christina Strigas

all the parts of mei did not show youwere the onesi wanted you to notice.

Christina Strigas

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!

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!

She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul!

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

Hold my hand,and let me catch your paceEven if i'm last,you on first; we both won the race

Bandile M Matsenjwa

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.

I asked of the limitless sunshineHow to shine with the dawn's glowing light;No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

we met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes(I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh...

Moonshine Noire

It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.

Jay Long

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

Charles Bukowski

Everything is all right,When you’re here,When you’re right next to me,When my hand is in yours,Don’t leave me,Don’t leave me empty handed.

Elizabeth Brooks

All beautiful distractions, ignites from you.

V.S.Atbay

After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse.All I need is to write.Because,'Poetry forgives.

Nishikant

All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory,Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all we need is a theory,Because you don’t know what is there in the future,And all you need is a vision to make a perfect picture.I feel that I have known you for a century,And whatever she calls is a memory.

Nishikant

Chimerical words, the words were written,Some are wasted; some are still on the page,Tattered words, the words were written,Some are young, some are aged,Gloomy words, the words were written,Some are unspoken, some are told,Words were hurt, though they can heal,Words are breathless, though can feel,Words won hearts, words shattered hearts,Words lost battles, words won wars,Wars within, words had scars.

Nishikant

His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.

Nishikant

How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might I overlook his essence that still is in my garments? Despite everything, I still hear you saying that you love me. Though I know you don't.

Nishikant

Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.

Jay Long

The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God.