29 Quotes About Poem In Your Pocket Day

Poetry is one of the oldest forms of art, and it continues to live on. Poetry can be used for any purpose, but it’s especially great for expressing emotions that are not easily expressed in words. Poems are like little pockets of time, places where we can go to think, daydream, and work through feelings that might otherwise overwhelm us. Many people cultivate their own poetry by writing it on paper or sharing it online Read more

We’ve put together a collection of the most inspiring poems on the web about love, life, hope, and more.

Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold...
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Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends. Aberjhani
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You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret– you return to the beauty you have always been. Aberjhani
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes...
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A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew. Aberjhani
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Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters. Aberjhani
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Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit. Aberjhani
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to...
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Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks. Aberjhani
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Won't you celebrate with mewhat i have shaped intoa kind of life? i had no model.born in babylonboth nonwhite and womanwhat did i see to be except myself?i made it uphere on this bridge betweenstarshine and clay, my one hand holding tightmy other hand; come celebratewith me that everydaysomething has tried to kill meand has failed. Lucille Clifton
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion——...
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The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion—— cools your fears with peace. Aberjhani
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When a reader enters the pages of a book of poetry, he or she enters a world where dreams transform the past into knowledge made applicable to the present, and where visions shape the present into extraordinary possibilities for the future. Aberjhani
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The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its blood and prayers and muscles for a gestation period much longer than nine months or even nine years. Aberjhani
The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in...
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The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry. Aberjhani
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens...
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A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight. Aberjhani
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In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness without the relief of compassion, the voice of an exceptional poet producing exceptional work is not something the world can afford to dismiss. Aberjhani
Listen to the arts of kids, their hands when tied...
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Listen to the arts of kids, their hands when tied have wings. Ymatruz
To create art with all the passion in one's soul...
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To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart. Aberjhani
Your pain is a school unto itself—— and your joy...
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Your pain is a school unto itself—— and your joy a lovely temple. Aberjhani
I loved you for a thousand years and missed you...
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I loved you for a thousand years and missed you in all of them. Christina Strigas
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Individuals often turn to poetry, not only to glean strength and perspective from the words of others, but to give birth to their own poetic voices and to hold history accountable for the catastrophes rearranging their lives. Aberjhani
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Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives. Aberjhani
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There lived a poet in the lands of gold, Wrote along poems unaffected by warmth or cold, His words spoke truth and pen's stroke was bold, His only motive: lives to mould Adhish Mazumder
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The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him.. a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so thatwithout the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. Pearl S. Buck
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The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor. Aberjhani
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Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry. Aberjhani
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Afghan GirlIce blue eyes that look to the morning sky as I knit the pieces and remnants of my life. I have No books, no paper, no pencils, and no black boards. I look at the holes in my life as I see the hills of the Appalachians that echo. I think to myself, who will I marry? Is my life-like Pari? These strings please come together. Snowflakes give me hope, and my dreams dance all around me. I‘ll put another log on the fire. I watch the brown paper bag over the broken glass pane letting the cold wind in; I’ll take some of these remnants and stuff it. These strings are come together. Mama told me that life would be hard. I bartered for flour the other day, and the chickens ain’t laying no eggs. I struggle with life and these strings. My hands are worn and tired. Now, I have granny square hands. I am unclean, unblemished, and finished, Afghan girl. Edna Stewart
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The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself. Aberjhani
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Lay a golden egg. After you built a nest, You wait for a leg. And you land next. Now you hope and pray. Expect for the best. Go on with no delay. Get it right at last. Ana Claudia Antunes
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Hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match, we must carry it with us a light or it's playing hard to catch. Ana Claudia Antunes
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The American identity has never been a singular one and the voices of poets invariably sing, in addition to their own, the voices of those around them. Aberjhani