Poets Quotes - Page 5

poets. have the toughest jobin the universe-of turning silenceinto eloquence.

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.

I pen you words from my heartneither paper nor pen would doas I lay them out in flowery fontswhat more could you ask foras I am writing in your heartthe love that I want to endureI am no Keats nor am I anyone but mea poetess longing for your touchget lost with me in my wordsas I serenade you with a forever quill.

Chimnese Davids

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

You are the ocean to my eyes.

A Blessing on the PoetsPatient earth-digger, impatient fire-maker,Hungry word-taker and roving sound-lover,Sharer and saver, muser and acher,You who are open to hide or uncover,Time-keeper and –hater, wake-sleeper, sleep-waker;May language’s language, the silence that liesUnder each word, move you over and over,Turning you, wondering, back to surprise.

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

Federico García Lorca

she wanted because art

Nicole Brossard

The words of the true poems give you more than poems, they give you to form for yourself poems, religions, politics, war, peace, behavior, histories, essays, daily life, & everything else, they balance the ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes, they do not seek beauty, they are sought, forever touching them or close upon them follows beauty, longing, fain, love-sick. They prepare for death, yet they are not the finish, but rather the outset, they bring none of his or her terminus or to be content & full, whom they take they take into space to behold the birth of the stars, to learn one of the meanings, to launch off with absolute faith, to sweep through the ceaseless rings & never be quiet again.

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

Shadow of Your SpiritAt night I see the shadow of your spiritMixing with my blood and soulDuring the day I see your photosThey tell me come to meCome to my world and romanceEven I don’t know by myselfHow I fell into your loveI cannot remove it from my heartYour love stabled my soul

Kamaran Ihsan Salih

Even when the lights go out, even when someone says to me: "It's over---," even when from the stage a gray gust of emptiness drifts toward me,even when not one silent ancestor sits beside me anymore---not a woman, not even the boy with the brown squint-eye:I'll sit here anyway. One can always watch.

Rainer Maria Rilke

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

Dejan Stojanovic

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

& love is an evil word. Turn it backwards/see, see what I mean? An evol word.

To write a poem you must have a streak of arrogance-- not in real life I hope. In real life try to be nice. It will save you a hell of a lot of trouble and give you more time to write.

My job as a poet, is not to succumb to despair but to find in words, an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

Michelle Geaney

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

Helen Bevington

What stirs lyrical poets to their finest flights is neither the delight of the senses nor the fruitful contentment of the settled couple; not the satisfaction of love, but its passion. And passion means suffering.

Denis de Rougemont

Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

If you're an artist, always keep at it, there will be someone out there who sees the universe and soul in what you've created. Maybe they can't afford it, but it calls them like the siren in a sea, and they've saved for months and scraped, thinking all the time about how one piece you made has moved them. You can change a person's moment with your work, don't forget that.If you're an author, someone out there has read your work. They've laughed with your characters. They've cried with them. They've escaped into your fantasy or memories, and they've been changed by you. Nothing they do afterward will be the same. You will forever make them different and who they will become. Please don't forget that.If you're a singer or musician, you inspire others. People sing when they feel great emotion. If you're one of those who bursts into song at a moment's notice, imagine what that can do to brighten someone else's day. People are listening. They see you, who you really are. They are feeling the magic of those moments with you. You never know who's life you can change. You never know who is listening. Never forget that.It doesn't matter what kind of magic you create, don't ever stop. There is beauty, pain, and so many other things that depend on you to continue. Never stop. Let the world see your magic. Perform your craft with all of the fibers of your being. Shine with your light. Edge with your darkness. Do what you must, but never stop. Your creations are a gift to the world, so give with all your might.You never know who might need it.

Jennifer Megan Varnadore

I say, 'Get me some poets as managers.' Poets are our original systems thinkers. They contemplate the world in which we live and feel obligated to interpret, and give expression to it in a way that makes the reader understand how that world runs. Poets, those unheralded systems thinkers, are our true digital thinkers. It is from their midst that I believe we will draw tomorrow's new business leaders."--Sidney Harman, CEO Multimillionaire of a stereo components company

Most people don't have real friends. You have people in your life waiting for opportunities to see what YOU can do for them.

Brandi L. Bates

A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being "eternal children", etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art and words can change the world.

John Thomas Allen

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad; but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad, and cashiers; but creative artists very seldom. I am not, as will be seen, in any sense attacking logic: I only say that this danger does lie in logic, not in imagination.

G.K. Chesterton

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

Shannon L. Alder

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.

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

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

And there he would lie all day long on the lawn brooding presumably over his poetry, till he reminded one of a cat watching birds, when he had found the word, and her husband said, "Poor old Augustus--he's a true poet," which was high praise from her husband.

Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.

Darnell Lamont Walker

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Dejan Stojanovic

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

Dejan Stojanovic

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

Dejan Stojanovic

Procreation annihilates eternity.

Dejan Stojanovic

The universe is God's son.

Dejan Stojanovic

Through words to the meaning of thoughts with no words.

Dejan Stojanovic

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

Dejan Stojanovic

Infinity is the end. End without infinity is but a new beginning.

Dejan Stojanovic

Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn’t live off fame, but rather deeds.

Dejan Stojanovic

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Dejan Stojanovic

Get close to grass and you’ll see a star.

Dejan Stojanovic

Eternity is a glorious word, but eternity is ice.

Dejan Stojanovic

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

Dejan Stojanovic

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Dejan Stojanovic

Sunbathe from within.

Dejan Stojanovic

Absolute equals nothingness.

Dejan Stojanovic

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

Dejan Stojanovic

How does one say something new and not retell?

Dejan Stojanovic

After Homer and Dante, is a whole century of creating worth one Shakespeare?

Dejan Stojanovic

His Highness was always confident in his statements, especially about what he viewed for the first time.

Dejan Stojanovic

Now that we are all so smart, we don’t easily find resolutions.

Dejan Stojanovic

Holy books are an insult to a God with good intentions.

Dejan Stojanovic

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