Poetry Quotes - Page 27

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

Sanober Khan

I walk at night under a moonless sky. Only the terrain guides my steps, yet my footfall is as sure as if a dozen suns lit the way. I go to meet you under a leafless tree that never seems to grow or alter its shape. I am uncertain if it still lives or has learned to disguise its death. The same thought crosses my mind when I feel your cold fingers take my hand. It is not the tree I reflect

Richelle E. Goodrich

I think of you when upon the sea the sun flings her beams.I think of you when the moonlight shines in silvery streams.I see you when upon the distant hills the dust awakes;At night when on a fragile bridge the traveler quakes.I hear you when the billows rise on high,With murmur deep.To tread the silent grove where wander I,When all's asleep.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

When I was younger, I was told that there is too much inside me. That I have feelings where others have bone. At the age of seven, a doctor tapped inside my head and asked, "Do you choke on memories from time to time? Do you cry for no good reason at all? Do words take a hammer to your head and crack your skull?" Yes, yes, yes, I nodded. "Then you've definitely got them," he said, as he checked off a box on his list. "Too many feelings. What a shame. Try not to keep them inside or you'll drown.

Lora Mathis

We take pictures with peopleso they could remember usand leave memories behindso they don’t forget us.And the differencebetween the two are the same.We leave these momentsin the air,hoping that somewheresomeone will find themand make sense of everythingwe chose to ignore.

Robert M. Drake

We had the experience but missed the meaning,an approach to the meaning restores the experience

T. S. Elliot

Genius in general is poetic. Where genius has been active it has been poetically active. The truly moral person is a poet.

Novalis

Once you decide to do right, life is easy, there are no distractions.

William Stafford

Why do they [Americans] quarrel, why do they hate Negroes, Indians, even Germans, why do they not have science and poetry commensurate with themselves, why are there so many frauds and so much nonsense? I cannot soon give a solution to these questions ... It was clear that in the United States there was a development not of the best, but of the middle and worst sides of European civilization; the notorious general voting, the tendency to politics... all the same as in Europe. A new dawn is not to be seen on this side of the ocean.

Dmitri Mendeleev

We are all too fixed on wrecking ourselves rather than bettering ourselves.

Meggie Royer

Hemingway is overrated,Twain is even more lost at sea,And all truths point to the mouth of a woman,Where both her whispers and her screams,Are born.Pour another glass, Beer, wine, whiskey,I don't care,So long as its wisdom is sharp,And it tells lies instead of promises.

Dave Matthes

And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it.

Phar West Nagle

But your own tears blind you to mine.I am not neglectful of friendship,but we two squat in the same coracle,we are both swamped by the same stormy waters,I have not the gifts of a happy man. . . Often enough.

Catullus

Sometimes the universe works in a really weird way. You hate the people who love you, and you love the people who just aren't really that into you. And then there are those who love you as you love them, but fate just decides that you're not meant to be.

Altruistic

But that so many scholars are barbarians does not much matter so long as a few of them are ready to help with their specialized knowledge the few independent thinkers, that is to say the poets, who try to to keep civilization alive.

Robert Graves

Go. Think. Turn black into white.Night into day. I am tired of thinking.I know where it will lead me and I don’tWant to be there.Go love. Do your thinking.

Walter Dean Myers

MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.

Mina Loy

Only in thoughtful dialogue with what it says can this fragment of thinking be translated. However, thinking is poetizing, and indeed more than one kind of poetizing, more than poetry and song.

Martin Heidegger

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state; From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer Being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy Reason, would he skip and play? Pleas'd to the last, he crops the flow'ry food, And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood. Oh blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by Heav'n; Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall.

Alexander Pope

The sublime can only be found in the great subjects. Poetry, history and philosophy all have the same object, and a very great object—Man and Nature. Philosophy describes and depicts Nature. Poetry paints and embellishes it. It also paints men, it aggrandizes them, it exaggerates them, it creates heroes and gods. History only depicts man, and paints him such as he is.

Georges-Louis Leclerc

...for if a woman's body can attract the holy angels, how much more the unholy man.

Michael Bassey Johnson

If you should see/a man/walking down a crowded street/ talking aloud/ to himself don't run/in the opposite direction but run toward him/for he is a poet! You have nothing to fear/from a poet but the truth

Ted Joans

In the busyness of living, he is the kind of man that makes a woman pause and write romantic poetry.

Terry a O'Neal

...the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...

John Geddes

On such a night,’ I thought, ‘were ill and good,Bright and unlovely; precious, tawdry, All mingled into oneAnd pressed against my heart.

Irene Hunt

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

Douglas Self

If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood red. It's like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It's warm and it stinks like shit and it's unaccountably and endlessly good. It's thick and it goes on for miles and it isn't so much deep as bottomless and it holds you in its grip, you never drown. And then it goes. That's all you know.

Eileen Myles

You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light.

Kristina Haynes

I will not feel, I will notfeel, untilI have to

Norman MacCaig

When the words have been said and the music has been played, feelingsare the only form of art which will remain to reign.

Soar

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

Sanober Khan

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

Sanober Khan

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

Sanober Khan

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

Shannon L. Alder

I stumble and fall.I weep and struggle to rise.My mom feels it all.

Richelle E. Goodrich

You are the ocean to my eyes.

Sanober Khan

let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.

Sanober Khan

For even the best err in words when they are meant to mean most delicate and almost inexpressible things.

Rainer Maria Rilke

I love you every day -for the code and the blushand the shrug of it. Make your mind up in me, and I will do the same.

Jacob Mcarthur Mooney

There are some places you can't visit anymore,poetry and writings take you there.

Vaishal sheth

You know it's real when reality becomes a dream, the dream becomes real, and real feels unreal

Evy Michaels

The German language is so sonorous, isn't it? Beautiful language...the language of poetry. Angry, angry poetry.

John Oliver

I thought at times that poetry might be an elegant way of screaming.

Kathleen Rooney

Recently I've been dreamingof cursing old peoplewith little provocation,because their culturehas a long history of enslaving,raping, and segregating,and they have special lightswhich prevent us from dancing.

Matthew Rohrer

When their voices didn't reach my ears,I rebelled against my own skin too young to realize that without their stories I would starve.

Kiana Davis

She loves filming and taking photographs. I can imagine her making beautiful films in France or India or somewhere with a gorgeously colourful culture. She somehow reminds me of my favourite place in the world, she and Paris I can romanticize and immortalize in ceaseless poetry for the rest of my life.

Moonshine Noire

In knowing you I, discovered my self.

Aisha Mirza

We are the instruments of genius, yet more the rhythm and less the drum as each expanding beat arises.

Heather K. O'Hara

Being a writer makes you immortal.

Tamara Stamenkovic

I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composureA boy trapped in a war, forced to be a soliderThe weight of the world just put on top of my shouldersBut if there's one thing I know for sureIt's that my mind has had its exposureAnd my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure

Tommy Tran

She walked among the stars,The princess of the heavens,Looking for the one who caught her crystal tearsThat spilled out from liquid ice blue eyes-Rolling down pale cheeks-Then sealed up tenderly...In pearl alabaster jars...

Kallista Pendragon

{...]I began to feel tears of frustration build up in my eyes, yearning to free themselves from their glandular prisons.

Andrea Bouchaud

It is the blight man was born for. It is Margaret you mourn for.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

Like dandelions they flew across the expanse Of desert calm without advance They filtered through the stilled “become” Returning to the land they knew. They knew no more than where they flew. And so they gathered, one and all, And scattered it throughout their path. Only golden-shafted majesty could still their might. And so they flew onward, without a path.

Gina Marinello-Sweeney

In MoonlightNoSoft sweet paw on my cheekNoFur curled under my chinJustA sad space left behind - Gray cat gone away. [Ellie's poem]

Patricia MacLachlan

AimlesslyIt pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. NoOne listens to poetry.— from "Thing Language

Jack Spicer

We sleep in language if language does not come to wake us up with its strangeness.

Robert Kelly

In many ways, religion comes from the same place in us that art comes from. The language of the human heart if poetry

Krista Tippett

Poetry is, among other things, a criticism of language.

Adrienne Rich

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