100 Quotes About Poetic

Being Adam Parrish was a complicated thing, a wonder of muscles and organs, synapses and nerves. He was a miracle of moving parts, a study in survival. The most important thing to Adam Parrish, though, had always been free will, the ability to be his own master. This was the important thing. It had always been the important thing. This was what it was to be Adam. Maggie Stiefvater

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. Nicholas Sparks

Don’t take yourself too seriously. Take yourself as seriously as death itself. Don’t worry. Worry your ass off. Have iron-clad confidence, but doubt. It keeps you alive and alert! Believe you are the baddest ass in town — and [that] you suck! It keeps you honest. Be able to keep two completely contradictory ideas alive and well inside of your heart and head at all times. If it doesn’t drive you crazy, it will make you strong. And when you walk on stage tonight to bring the noise, treat it like it’s all we have — and then remember it’s only rock’ n’ roll. Bruce Springsteen

Feelings and emotionran through my veinslike a hurricane. And that's when everythingbegan to look like poetry.– You look like poetry Altruistic

The characters in my novels are my own unrealised possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. Milan Kundera

Poetry purrs like a kitten on the tip of our tongue. Each word fluidly floating from our lips, like little crystalline snowflakes, before settling onto an emotional wonderland of forgotten feelings. It has the power to pull our deepest emotions to the surface of consciousness and to serenade our soul with the haunting melody of a self, lost... and finally found. Jaeda DeWalt

If you ask a twenty-one-year-old poet whose poetry he likes, he might say, unblushing, "Nobody's, " In his youth, he has not yet understood that poets like poetry, and novelists like novels; he himself likes only the role, the thought of himself in a hat. Annie Dillard

Suddenly the full long wail of a ship's horn surged through the open window and flooded the dim room - a cry of boundless, dark, demanding grief; pitch-black and glabrous as a whale's back and burdened with all the passions of the tides, the memory of voyages beyond counting, the joys, the humiliations: the sea was screaming. Full of the glitter and the frenzy of night, the horn thundered in, conveying from the distant offing, from the dead center of the sea, a thirst for the dark nectar in the little room. Yukio Mishima

Well, you’re not exactly social, are you, Mandy Valems?”“Oh yeah, sure, because I’m just surrounded by genius to be social with in this day and age, ” Mandy replied with razor-sharp sarcasm. “Hey, I don’t need anyone else! I’ve got you, you’re my friend, and you’ll be with me forever! ”“… You won’t be with me forever, though…” said Alecto cynically. “I’m like a spider’s web; anyone who is friends with me gets dragged into my troubles and eventually dies.”“… Poetic, dear friend, ” Mandy sighed, shaking her head. “Morbid, but poetic. . Rebecca McNutt

In the absence of sleep, my restless nights have been fueled by my overactive imagination, weaving waking dreams onto the canvas of conception. Filling my head with lots of ideas waiting to be born into reality. I am eager to return to my beautiful mistress, Creation! Jaeda DeWalt

Beauty is startling. She wears a gold shawl in the summer and sells seven kinds of honey at the flea market. She is young and old at once, my daughter and my grandmother. In school she excelled in mathematics and poetry.. . Beauty will dance with anyone who is brave enough to ask her. J. Ruth Gendler

Words do not always need a destination. We can leave them behind us at the borders of feelings. Running around headless in the vague zone. And that is the privilege of artists: to live in confusion. David Foenkinos

If nothing endswhere do we begin? Natasha Tsakos

And someday, when the partiesdon’t dazzle you anymore, and when the alcohol failsto amuse your senses, come to me. We’ll lie on the grass, stare at the stars, and talk about Life.Maybe I will become the Momentyou rediscover yourself again. Meraaqi

Leave me alone, Do me a favor, abandon me, I want to think about, You me and the idea of forever. Rohit Hora

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. Sanober Khan

I want topeel away all the labels I had once given to othersand place themupon the fabricof my own identity. They have reflected back to me, everything that I refuseto See in myself. Meraaqi

Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba, you have vines and stars in your hair, Pablo Neruda

Pain is subtle. He has cold grey fingers. His voice is horse from crying & screaming.. When people try to avoid him, he follows them silently & turns upas the bartender, or the bus driver.. Pain has an elaborate filing system for keeping track of everyone.. Pain respects people who are willing to take risks. If you.. face him directly, he will give you a special ointment so your wounds don't fester. J. Ruth Gendler

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

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn. Sanober Khan

The clouds took on the shape of dancers; from somewhere far off, Pram heard music before the clouds became normal again. Lauren DeStefano

I make sacrifices in reward of trinkets for my gilded cage. Solange Nicole

The sun's rays have vision and give us vision. However, it is the birds' eyes and the two invisible angels by your side that record everything. Nothing goes unnoticed throughout the universe. Wherever there is a vibration, there are eyes and ears. Some energies don't need ears or vision to see or hear, they can feel what is in your heart and tap into all your sins and fears. Suzy Kassem

I finally wentwhere everyone goesand I realized I wasnevermissingout. Meraaqi

Settle your perfect hips here and the bow of wet arrowsloosens into the night the petals that form your formlet your clay limbs climb the silence and its pale ladderrung by rung taking off with me in my dream. I can sense you scaling the shade tree that sings to the shadows. Dark is the world’s night without you my love, Pablo Neruda

You, my friend, could be the smoke’s daughter, you who may not have known you were born of fire and rage, lightning over flaming lava etched your violet mouth, your sex in the scorched oak’s moss like a ring in a nest, your fingers there in the flames, your compact bodyrose from leaves of fire that make me recallthere were bakers in your family tree, you’re still the rainforest’s bread, ash from violent wheat, . Pablo Neruda

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. Kahlil Gibran

As an artist, i live in fantasy and flirt with reality. I'm an emotional magician of sorts. I paint my feelings onto the abstract canvas of a waking dream. I suspend my concepts in the ether's of otherworldly realms. This is the way my existence has always been. I am untethered, a traveler between worlds. I sinuously slip in and out of the real and surreal, until, they are one and the same. I do not like being shackled or chained, to the physical plane. Jaeda DeWalt

We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all these records of the past, philosophies and dreams, and efforts stained with tears, of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death, to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither, and vainly sought to make, with bits of shattered glass, a mirror that would, in very truth, reflect the face and form of Nature's perfect self. These myths were born of hopes, and fears, and tears, and smiles, and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth, and death's sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion, and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them, the winds and waves were music, and all the lakes, and streams, and springs, –the mountains, woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire; made tawny Summer's billowed breast the throne and home of love; filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes, and gathered sheaves; and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt, like Lear upon his withered face, Cordelia's tears. These myths, though false, are beautiful, and have for many ages and in countless ways, enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God, and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt, the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty, and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man. Robert G. Ingersoll

Your personality should be described in poem not in paragraph. Amit Kalantri

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart. Lauren DeStefano

What would your shoes say about the things you do everyday? Sherley MondesirPrescott

If you were destined to be a poet, then you won't brainstorm for lines that rhymes. If you were destined to be a celebrity, then you shouldn't start searching for fans. If you are truly a god, then let others worship you! Michael Bassey Johnson

Mistress Creation keeps calling my name... i long for her, and she, for me... we will be reunited soon. In the interim, i bide my time dreaming of her, writing about her and stretching her across the vast landscape of my imagination. "Soon", i whisper to her, "Soon Jaeda DeWalt

One of the most connective things we can do for ourselves, is to become world travelers of our own internal landscapes. What i love about creating art, is the excitement of turning that landscape inside out for all to see. And the kind of courage that takes, when i don't know what the outcome will be... Jaeda DeWalt

The artistic creation of the poet, painter, photographer, and writer is a reflection of the artist’s inner world. The agenda of consciousness that spurs all forms of art is not to represent the outward appearance of things, but to portray its inward significance to the creator. A great poem, painting, photograph, and written composition fully express what the creator feels, in the deepest sense, about the distinctively depicted image that captured their imagination. Kilroy J. Oldster

Of everything I have ever endured, Y O Uare My Favourite Tragedy. Meraaqi

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

The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words. Michelle Hodkin

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds. Sanober Khan

This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end of the day I only have me and I didn't seem to like my own company. I decided to I had to make myself into someone I can live with. Kandi Dougherty

Live a life abundant in love and rich in spirit, these are the seeds of a fulfilling existence. Be the safe harbor you seek in the world. Follow your dreams, not your fear. Go into the New Year with an open mind and hopeful heart. Don't let the chains of unforgiveness weigh you down. Life is too short to live in a prison of past hurts. The futures is yours for the taking and creating. Life is bittersweet, when we can let darkness and light co-exist as illumination, we can live in true happiness. When we live life at its best, it is a symphony of feelings, of high and low notes, of tragedy and comedy, love and loss, magic and the sublime. It can be quite a spectacular journey when we fully embrace and accept it. . Jaeda DeWalt

He was now working his way through the many shades of grief. Sadness made everything gray, he'd learned, but there were different types of gray, some darker than others. There were dark spots in his memories he wasn't brave enough to enter. Lauren DeStefano

His green eyes blazed with desire; such a different look than I'd known before. Chase had studied me, reading my feelings. Tucker was only trying to see his own reflection. Disturbing on several levels. Kristen Simmons

His stories were not always new, but there was in the telling of them a special kind of magic. His voice could roll like thunder or hush down into a zepherlike whisper. He could imitate the voices of a dozen men at once; whistle so like a bird that the birds themselves would come to him to hear what he had to say; and when when he imitated the howl of a wolf, the sound could raise the hair on the backs of his listeners' necks and strike a chill into their hearts like the depths of a Drasnian winter. He could make the sound of rain and of wind and even, most miraculously, the sound of snow falling. . David Eddings

I am a daydreamer.. I daydream a lot, and thus is when my wicked imagination emerges to bleed upon my paper... Jamie Edson

It almost felt like we were driving in our own world--like we were inside a snow globe--and there was music and sunlight and smiles and laughter floating in the air. And it was all self-contained in a beautiful bubble filled with glittering water that made things seem a little unreal, a little dream-like and hazy. Melissa C. Walker

Driving down deserted early morning roads. Round and round. Round downtown. Through naked streets. Lips pursed on two litre bottles of beer, but pursuing the lips of freedom's night. Swapping cars. Winding up at karaoke bars or Bolsi- the best place in town. For the food. For the folk. For the service. For the crema de papaya. And for that late night dawn's whiskey coffee. Harry Whitewolf

Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen. Michael Bassey Johnson

Living in the land of, "What if..?" leads to emotional paralysis. It sets the stage for doom and gloom thinking. It prevents us from experiencing the beauty of the present moment. Happiness resides in the here and now. It can not thrive in a prison of the past or in the worry of future outcomes that may or may not, happen. We need to trust that we have the divine wisdom within ourselves and through the support of others, to climb the treacherous terrain this human existence brings. It is worth the struggle. The view from the top is extraordinary. Onward and upward! . Jaeda DeWalt

Markings in dry clay disappear Only when the clay is soft again. Scars upon the self disappear Only when one becomes soft within. MingDao Deng

And from the top of the building I look down upon the world and see the crowds of people in the city I have made and the world that I have created. This universe, my universe, dies with me. I will jump and I will die and yet, I will live, as I always do. I will live and die and murder, a massacre of my people. And I watch as the girl’s bare feet leap and her naked body falls. Down, down, down, she falls. She drops. Into the fires of a hell of my making. Emma Rose Kraus

A young man was hung by a rope made of Stalingrad snow Markus Zusak

One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing. Morris West

5.57am and I’m finishing the last poem to the taste of the last cigarette. Smoke in my lungs, poetry on the paper. Inhale, exhale, it doesn’t get much easier. Charlotte Eriksson

Do not wander in the deeps, Where the Shriker's shadow creeps. When he rises from beneath, Beware the Sharpness of his teeth. Janet Lee Carey

Medicinal Spirit, Inside MirrorTherapy becomes a harmony, and that harmony is built on levels, No one knows how to upscale another, for it has to come from the inside grails, Striking inflicts at the mirror and hatred to the being of creator, Causes hate in mirror too and abused flesh to the author, Changes come from its prudence and rationalism liberation, Not its pardon, A mirror is but a substance of a conscious, But identity says "let me fly" when journeying from the subconscious to the conscious. John Shelton Jones

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 rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautiful I could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem. Sanober Khan

Parched by the deprivation of your love for so long made me forget what a cup brimming with love, on my lips, felt like. Everything that now wets it, only wrinkles it with a bland taste. Abhita Jain

Once there was an elephant, Who tried to use the telephant- No! no! I mean an elephone He tried to use the telephone-( Dear me! I am not certain quite That even now I've got it right.) Howe'er it was, he got his trunk Entangled in the telephunk; The more he tried to get it free, The louder buzzed the telephee-( I fear I'd better drop the song Of elephop and telephong! ) Laura Elizabeth Richards

Gargoyles sat on the battlements- lean they were and the same hideous damp grey as the stone. They looked at her with hollow eyes and rattled their silver chains. They had wings of bats or wings or birds, most of them, and licked their beaks or teeth with forked or double tongues. Two paced restlessly before their platforms; others whined or picked their claws or groomed their mangy fur or feathers or lizard skin or scales. . Meredith Ann Pierce

Because we were not in our country, we could not use our own languages, and so when we spoke our voices came out bruised. NoViolet Bulawayo

Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams, my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style. All that I knew were the mist-covered mountainsand sweet white blossoms of mountain applesthat grew in the valleys of my province. But I had been gone over six yearsbusy with studies in the Heavenly Cityempty and thin despite my work. I showed my verses to an older poetwho told me a truth I longed to believe:all knowledge is futile and barrenwhich does not open the love of your friends. . Jim Chapson

Sometimes stars do fall to earth. It was true. They did and then became commonplace like the rest of the dirt on the planet. His star was one of a kind. He would never allow her to be like any other. Never allow her to be common or sullied. No, her place was in the sky. With her family. With her stinking pet wolf. Never with him. "Have a nice life, princess. Sherrilyn Kenyon

You are the ocean to my eyes. Sanober Khan

To feel everything in every way; to be able to think with the emotions and feel with the mind; not to desire much except with the imagination; to suffer with haughtiness; to see clearly so as to write accurately; to know oneself through diplomacy and dissimulation; to become naturalized as a different person, with all the necessary documents; in short, to use all sensations but only on the inside, peeling them all down to God and then wrapping everything up again and putting it back in the shop window like the sales assistant I can see from here with the small tins of a new brand of shoe polish. Fernando Pessoa

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

Things don't always end up the way we planned but it doesn't mean the plan wasn't magical while it lasted. Kealohilani

She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things. Lauren DeStefano

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once. Maggie Stiefvater

Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of . William Shakespeare

Her voice was a hushed whisper against my ear. An audible smile. Richard E. Gropp

She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one had ever come across. Akshay Vasu

Even so, [... in the silence after a winter storm has ceased to howl, in the soft whisper of a morning snowfall, in the way the moonlight sparkles over new-fallen snow, you can feel when she has been near by, ever searching. You can sense the presence of the Winter Child. Cameron Dokey

Some people dream of becoming doctors or artists or veterinarians or teachers. I dream of the day Shaye laughs without stopping, and when she does, it will be only to take a breath before starting over again. Amy Matayo

In the fall, she knew it was Death who sweetened the apples. Martine Leavitt

You wanted hearts and flowers. You have my heart - & here are the flowers. Christian Grey

Shake those stars from your hair, pretty Moonchild. It's time to dance with the noonday sun! Jaeda DeWalt

Only fools lay claims where lovers thread for when such love is renewed, lovers dance upon their heads. Chinonye J. Chidolue

When whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name. Sanober Khan

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us. Roman Payne

They're talking as if nothing's happened, Soledad said to herself, and the jealousy ran from her ears into her heart, where it settled into her aorta and reshaped itself as longing and desire, the kind of want that makes one capable of poor but magnanimous decisions. Derek Palacio

Some people wait to get flowers while others grow gardens. Chris McGeown

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand. Sanober Khan

I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogs I have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss. Sanober Khan

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood, neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eye I am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine. Sanober Khan

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes. Sanober Khan