100 Quotes About Poetry

Poetry is an art form that many people emulate, but few truly understand. Thought-provoking, insightful, and often humorous, poetry can offer us insight into how we view the world and ourselves. Here is a collection of the most inspiring and inspiring poetry quotes of all time.

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. Pablo Neruda
I love you as certain dark things are to be...
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I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. Pablo Neruda
We love the things we love for what they are.
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We love the things we love for what they are. Robert Frost
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I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) . E.e. Cummings
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers...
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Plato
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. Pablo Neruda
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it...
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Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothingand leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heartfalls out of your mouth. Anne Sexton
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Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it 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 wand'ring barque, 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 doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. William Shakespeare
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I like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its bones, and the trembling-firm-smooth ness and which i willagain and again and againkiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzzof your electric fur, and what-is-it comesover parting flesh. . And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrillof under me you so quite new. E.e. Cummings
Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight. E.e. Cummings
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Love.Because of you, in gardens of blossoming Flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer Remember your hands; how did your lips Feel on mine? Because of you, I love the white statues Drowsing in the parks, the white statues that Have neither voice nor sight. I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten your eyes. Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to My vague memory of you. I live with pain That is like a wound; if you touch me, you will Make to me an irreperable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing Vines on melancholy walls. I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to Glimpse you in every window. Because of you, the heady perfumes of Summer pain me; because of you, I again Seek out the signs that precipitate desires: Shooting stars, falling objects. Pablo Neruda
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Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding . Saul Williams
I may not always be with you But when we're...
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I may not always be with you But when we're far apart Remember you will be with me Right inside my heart Marc Wambolt
I don't care what you say to me. I care...
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I don't care what you say to me. I care what you share with me. Santosh Kalwar
Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence.
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Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence. Virginia Woolf
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I dreamed I spoke in another's language, I dreamed I lived in another's skin, I dreamed I was my own beloved, I dreamed I was a tiger's kin. I dreamed that Eden lived inside me, And when I breathed a garden came, I dreamed I knew all of Creation, I dreamed I knew the Creator's name. I dreamed--and this dream was the finest-- That all I dreamed was real and true, And we would live in joy forever, You in me, and me in you. Clive Barker
I know you're tired but come, this is the way.
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I know you're tired but come, this is the way. Jalaluddin Rumi
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you;...
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All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever. Unknown
Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and...
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Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1) William Shakespeare
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Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day. Sara Teasdale
Some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout.
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Some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout. Charles Bukowski
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Don't go far off, not even for a day, because I don't know how to say it - a day is longand I will be waiting for you, as inan empty station when the trains areparked off somewhere else, asleep. Don't leave me, even for an hour, because thenthe little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will driftinto me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolveon the beach, may your eyelids never flutterinto the empty distance. Don't LEAVE me fora second, my dearest, because in that moment you'llhave gone so far I'll wander mazilyover all the earth, asking, will youcome back? Will you leave me here, dying?. Pablo Neruda
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Love is not love Which alters when it 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 wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken." William Shakespeare
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
I am no longer in love with her, that's certain,...
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I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Pablo Neruda
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. William Shakespeare
I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my...
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I carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) E.e. Cummings
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:...
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Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Kahlil Gibran
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O serpent heart hid with a flowering face! Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain! William Shakespeare
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What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning, but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more. Unknown
He was my North, my South, my East and West,...
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He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. W.h. Auden
The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being...
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The heart can think of no devotion Greater than being shore to the ocean- Holding the curve of one position, Counting an endless repetition. Robert Frost
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We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life. Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fearfrom our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love's lightwe dare be brave And suddenly we seethat love costs all we areand will ever be. Yet it is only lovewhich sets us free. Maya Angelou
I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto...
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I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto be quite upfrontand completelytruthfulyoumake my bodyforgetit has kneesat all. Tyler Knott Gregson
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Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night. Matthew Arnold
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem...
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That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out. Andrea Gibson
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Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot. E.a. Bucchianeri
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The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second. Aberjhani
I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and...
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I love you because no two snowflakes are alike, and it is possible, if you stand tippy-toe, to walk between the raindrops. Nikki Giovanni
Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that...
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Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is. Mario Benedetti
Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of...
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Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am Christopher Poindexter
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To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.. Love is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world for himself for another's sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things. Rainer Maria Rilke
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A truth should exist, it should not be usedlike this. If I love youis that a fact or a weapon? Margaret Atwood
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I want you to knowone thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. Pablo Neruda
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I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it. Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and...
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I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. Pablo Neruda
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Amor"So many days, oh so many daysseeing you so tangible and so close, how do I pay, with what do I pay? The bloodthirsty springhas awakened in the woods. The foxes start from their earths, the serpents drink the dew, and I go with you in the leavesbetween the pines and the silence, asking myself how and when I will have to pay for my luck. Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing:of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. What am I to do, love, loved one? I don't know how others loveor how people loved in the past. I live, watching you, loving you. Being in love is my nature. You please me more each afternoon. Where is she? I keep on askingif your eyes disappear. How long she's taking! I think, and I'm hurt. I feel poor, foolish and sad, and you arrive and you are lightningglancing off the peach trees. That's why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be so, involving and general, particular and terrifying, joyful and grieving, flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss. That's why I love you and yet not why. There are so many reasons, and yet so few, for love has to be so, involving and general, particular and terrifying, joyful and grieving, flowering like the stars, and measureless as a kiss. . Pablo Neruda
It seems to me now that the plain state of...
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It seems to me now that the plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone you don't need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone. Nick Hornby
Twice I have lived forever in a smile
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Twice I have lived forever in a smile E.e. Cummings
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So for now, I will miss you like I’ll never see you again, And the next time I see you, I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again, And when I fall asleep beside you I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again, because I don’t know if I will. I don’t know if I will.- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending Charlotte Eriksson
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved...
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How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face. W.b. Yeats
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Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay. Jess C. Scott
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If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand. Richard Siken
I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when...
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I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it when I sorrow most;' Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. Alfred Tennyson
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I haven’t been very impressed lately. By people, or places, or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind. Charlotte Eriksson
I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for...
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I am two fools, I know, For loving, and for saying so. John Donne
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People Die...Beauty Fades...Love Changes...And You Will Always Be Alone L.j. Smith
After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need...
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After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished? Unknown
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The Quiet WorldIn an effort to get people to lookinto each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decidedto allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, I only used fifty-nine today. When she doesn’t respond, I know she’s used up all her words, thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe. . Jeffrey Mcdaniel
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I believein love at first sightbut I will always believe that the peoplewe lovewe have loved before. Many, many, many times beforeand when we stumblethrough grace and circumstance and that brilliant illusion of choiceto finally meet them again, we feel it fastereach time through. The one glance that set life alightis two sets of two eyesstaring through the layersof lifetimes and stolen glancesand first kisses and hands held;the brace against the weight and unrelenting tideof waiting. I believein love at first sightbut am not burdened with the misconceptionthat it's a first sightat all. . Tyler Knott Gregson
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But I was youngand didn’t know betterand someone should have told me to capture every secondevery kiss & every night Because now I’m sitting here alone and it’s getting really hard to breath because tears are growing in my throat and they want to break out, but there are peoplewatchingand I just want to be somewhere silentsomewhere still But still I don’t want to be alone because I’m scared and lonelyand I don’t understand Because I was alone my whole life My whole life I was so damn lonely and I was content with thatbecause I liked myself and my own company and I didn’t need anyone I thought But then there was you ...So, someone should have told me that love is for those few brave who can handle the unbearable emptiness, the unbearable guilt and lack of oneself, Because I lost myself to someone I loveand I might get myself back one daybut it will take time, it will take time. This is gonna take some time. I wish someone would have told me this. Someone should have told me this. . Charlotte Eriksson
Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waitingfor the next...
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Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waitingfor the next x or o. Lang Leav
I am the poet of the poor, because I was...
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I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words. Ovid
And think not you can direct the course of love,...
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And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Kahlil Gibran
No one has imagined us. We want to live like...
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No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city. Adrienne Rich
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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.. But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out oflove’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. . Kahlil Gibran
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With a chaste heart With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty Holding the leash of blood So that it might leap out and trace your outline Where you lie down in my Ode As in a land of forests or in surf In aromatic loam, or in sea music Beautiful nude Equally beautiful your feet Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound Your ears, small shells Of the splendid American sea Your breasts of level plentitude Fulfilled by living light Your flying eyelids of wheat Revealing or enclosing The two deep countries of your eyes The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of Burnished gold Fine alabaster To sink into the two grapes of your feet Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises Flowering fire Open chandelier A swelling fruit Over the pact of sea and earth From what materials Agate? Quartz? Wheat? Did your body come together? Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills The cleavage of one petal Sweet fruits of a deep velvet Until alone remained Astonished The fine and firm feminine form It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body Yet suffocate itself So much is clarity Taking its leave of you As if you were on fire within The moon lives in the lining of your skin. Pablo Neruda
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We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness insidethat holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner spacethat makes it livable. We work with being, but non-being is what we use. Lao Tzu
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the...
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By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness Pablo Neruda
Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and...
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Were knowledge all, what were our need To thrill and faint and sweetly bleed? Christopher Brennan
There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and...
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There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't. Jeffrey Mcdaniel
As Unto the bow the the cord is , So...
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As Unto the bow the the cord is , So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him , yet she follows: Useless each without the other. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
She lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with...
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She lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks. Christopher Poindexter
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever...
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Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season? Robert Frost
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My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With the waist of an hourglass With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes With the tongue of an unbelievable stone My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child's writing With brows of the edge of a swallow's nest My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof And of steam on the panes My wife with shoulders of champagne And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice My wife with wrists of matches My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts With fingers of mown hay My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut And of Midsummer NightOf privet and of an angelfish nest With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill My wife with legs of flares With the movements of clockwork and despair My wife with calves of eldertree pith My wife with feet of initials With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking My wife with a neck of unpearled barley My wife with a throat of the valley of gold Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent With breasts of night My wife with breasts of a marine molehill My wife with breasts of the ruby's crucible With breasts of the rose's spectre beneath the dew My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days With the belly of a gigantic claw My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically With a back of quicksilver With a back of light With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking My wife with hips of a skiff With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers And of shafts of white peacock plumes Of an insensible pendulum My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos My wife with buttocks of swans' backs My wife with buttocks of spring With the sex of an iris My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat My wife with a sex of mirror My wife with eyes full of tears With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle My wife with savanna eyes My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire . Unknown
If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not...
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If you're reading this... Congratulations, you're alive. If that's not something to smile about, then I don't know what is. Chad Sugg
Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
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Unbeing dead isn't being alive. E.e. Cummings
If I had my life to live over again, I...
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If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week. Charles Darwin
What a strange thing! to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms.
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What a strange thing! to be alivebeneath cherry blossoms. Kobayashi Issa
There is not a particle of life which does not...
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There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it Gustave Flaubert
Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there...
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Do I dare Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. T.S. Eliot
Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries.
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Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries. Theodore Roethke
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depths of some devine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Alfred Tennyson
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When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker downin tall grasses, and even elephantslumber after safety. When great trees fallin forests, small things recoil into silence, their senseseroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air around us becomeslight, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see witha hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened, examines, gnaws on kind wordsunsaid, promised walksnever taken. Great souls die andour reality, bound tothem, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon theirnurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formedand informed by theirradiance, fall away. We are not so much maddenedas reduced to the unutterable ignoranceof dark, coldcaves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and alwaysirregularly. Spaces fillwith a kind ofsoothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, neverto be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and bebetter. For they existed. Maya Angelou
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches; for to the creator there is no poverty and no poor indifferent place. Rainer Maria Rilke
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and...
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Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out. Criss Jami
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O Me! O life! .. of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless–of cities fill’d with the foolish; Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light–of the objects mean–of the struggle ever renew’d; Of the poor results of all–of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me; Of the empty and useless years of the rest–with the rest me intertwined; The question, O me! so sad, recurring– What good amid these, O me, O life? Answer.That you are here–that life exists, and identity; That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse. Walt Whitman
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. William Shakespeare
Can you remember who you were, before the world told...
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Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? Charles Bukowski
Don't Worry Be Happy
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Don't Worry Be Happy Meher Baba
If after I die, people want to write my biography,...
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If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine. Fernando Pessoa
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time...
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Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. Rabindranath Tagore
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds...
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Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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It is always betterto avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning. For every one of us, living in this worldmeans waiting for our end. Let whoever canwin glory before death. When a warrior is gone, that will be his best and only bulwark. Seamus Heaney
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She who reconciles the ill-matched threads Of her life, and weaves them gratefully Into a single cloth — It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall And clears it for a different celebration. Rainer Maria Rilke
To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.
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To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. Mary Oliver
Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat.
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Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat. Robert Frost
Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast...
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Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song. Santosh Kalwar