Poetry Quotes - Page 107

i am awake and aliveand swollen and heavywith love.

Ava

i'm so hookedon how your mind works,on what you notice,on everything that excites you.i'm so caught up inhow you see the world,how you see everythingand still offer up your lovefor all to take it.you give me a glimpse of your heartand i can't tell youhow much you turn me on.

Ava

i am changingand i am loving change.

Ava

i took a night drive.i needed to get away.i needed to knowit's okay to goand have no destination,where time moves slowor doesn't exist.that life can be like this,aimless wandering,just breathing,living,driving forever underneath the stars.

Ava

What wonder will I accomplish today? And how will it tie in to tomorrow and tomorrow, so that I may live as the hero I want to be? And today how will I seek and find the opportunity that scares me? An opportunity that has me harness some elements within that I may cross over the bridge into the other side of my existence; the one that’s begging to be unsettled, that greets the morning before the sun with a ferocious will to rise up, to inspire, to create laughter and tears from the uncovering of the magical self and the relief that I have given in to the excitingly scary, omega point pull to evolve.

Sebastian Siegel

Poetry has its own unique language which every mind translates differently according to their own personal view.

Debasish Mridha

Poetry is an art of telling the poet’s own truth my bending and twisting it with his or her own emotional bulldozer.

Debasish Mridha

Like a wildflower, poetry does not need explanation. It only needs to touch our emotions.

Debasish Mridha

A poet is an artist that paints pictures by mixing thought, imagination, and emotion with words.

Debasish Mridha

A poet is not an inventor. A poet is a player that plays with words on the field of human imagination to excite a reader’s mind with the colors of emotion.

Debasish Mridha

Poetry is the flower of life. It blooms to fill life with her fragrance of inner beauty.

Debasish Mridha

A poet is an unpaid laborer of a mine where he digs into the mountain to find rough diamonds. He then polishes them with his imagination and emotion to share with everyone.

Debasish Mridha

A poet often lives in an enchanted land where he sees things not with his eyes but with his feelings.

Debasish Mridha

Poetry is an art of expressing the unknown music of our inner feelings and emotions in our known language.

Debasish Mridha

I got so strongly addicted to love that I may not be able to breath without it. I fall so fondly in love with poetry that I read it in my dreams often and even unknowingly.

Debasish Mridha

Poetry, romance, beauty, and love have no book value, but life has no value without them.

Debasish Mridha

And yet, it is amazing that poetry often touches the heart even though it may not try to teach us anything.

Debasish Mridha

my strength should not threaten you.my strength is not a threat to your strength.you are strong.you are beautiful.you are lush.you are powerful.as you are.as i am.imagine the force we would be togetherif we lifted each other up.imagine the force we would be togetherif we didn't tear each other down.

Ava

The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,over the woods with its finest transparency,glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.

The poem is like a monster, against which the critic does battle. There is only one way to conquer the monster: you must eat it, bones, blood, skin, pelt, and gristle. And even then the monster is not dead, for it lives in you, is assimilated into you, and you are different and somewhat monstrous yourself for having eaten it.

Unknown

stayi whisperedas youshut the door behind you

Rupi Kaur

Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.

Shah Asad Rizvi

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures.

Patricia Robin Woodruff

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

Walking away ends a battle in the heart of one, and starts a war in the soul of another.

Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The only way to find art is to lose touch with reality.

Christina Strigas

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside.

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark.

She wore his love like a loaded gun.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

THE HARDESTSTEPWE ALL MUST TAKEIS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

LOVE COULD BE LABLEDPOISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

I just need you and some sunsets.

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe.

She was not for everyone but she was for me.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.

Songs live longer than kingdoms.

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

Poetry, is a life long war wagedagainst ineffable beauty.

There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

Love her but leave her wild

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

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