100 Quotes About Poetry Love

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Learn how to feel love when you're in love with the best poetry-love quotes below.

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The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less than the heroine of God. Roman Payne
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Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot. Unknown
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Chimerical words, the words were written, Some are wasted; some are still on the page, Tattered words, the words were written, Some are young, some are aged, Gloomy words, the words were written, Some are unspoken, some are told, Words were hurt, though they can heal, Words are breathless, though can feel, Words won hearts, words shattered hearts, Words lost battles, words won wars, Wars within, words had scars. Nishikant
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His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”. In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken. Nishikant
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How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might I overlook his essence that still is in my garments? Despite everything, I still hear you saying that you love me. Though I know you don't. Nishikant
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All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory, Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all we need is a theory, Because you don’t know what is there in the future, And all you need is a vision to make a perfect picture. I feel that I have known you for a century, And whatever she calls is a memory. Nishikant
After all these years, all I know is, I need...
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After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse. All I need is to write. Because, ' Poetry forgives. Nishikant
All beautiful distractions, ignites from you.
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All beautiful distractions, ignites from you. V.S. Atbay
Everything is all right, When you’re here, When you’re right...
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Everything is all right, When you’re here, When you’re right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don’t leave me, Don’t leave me empty handed. Elizabeth Brooks
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It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful. Unknown
I wait on my fix: I am a poetry junkie.
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I wait on my fix: I am a poetry junkie. Charles Bukowski
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We met one strange summerin a regular tangle of sticky websyou had the air of angels sweet but I--drowned with the damned spiritsin lava oceans fearing your--foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes( I swear they are even if you--think otherwise): stormscalm ones, calmer than my--raging coals, empty and deadyou speak of souls like you believealways an optimist in pessimisticskin of ivory and titanium mesh.. Moonshine Noire
In this story I am the poet You're the poetry.
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In this story I am the poet You're the poetry. Arzum Uzun
I asked of the limitless sunshine How to shine with...
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I asked of the limitless sunshine How to shine with the dawn's glowing light; No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright! K. Balmont
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You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth. Delano Johnson
Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.
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Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication. Avijeet Das
Hold my hand, and let me catch your pace Even...
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Hold my hand, and let me catch your pace Even if i'm last, you on first; we both won the race Bandile M Matsenjwa
She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told...
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She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply! Avijeet Das
She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a...
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She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul! Avijeet Das
Love will find you when you least expect it to....
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Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days! Avijeet Das
We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On...
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We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me! Avijeet Das
When I feel too much and the universe aches inside...
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When I feel too much and the universe aches inside of me. Christina Strigas
I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both...
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I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant. Christina Strigas
All the parts of mei did not show youwere the...
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All the parts of mei did not show youwere the onesi wanted you to notice. Christina Strigas
Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.
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Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul. Sharlene Leong
Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be...
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Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places? Khadija Rupa
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You read my words and instantly we are both connected Unknown
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You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel completely alive as if we have reached not just cloud nine or ten but also cloud infinity! Avijeet Das
Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly...
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Don't compare her to sunshine and roses when she's clearly orchids and moonlight. Melody Lee
I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.
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I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses. Melody Lee
Written soul is called poetry
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Written soul is called poetry Munia Khan
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I painted for the eyes, and wrote prose for the ears… Between those senses lay the mind and soul… I enjoyed connecting with people’s deepest thoughts, their hopes and dreams… My pen and brush were tools to achieve my artistic desired effects. J.R. Ortiz
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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
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KUNDALINI DANCEDark and cold and wet were Her hands I felt Her chilly breath inside my throat Her claws deep inside trying to find traces of Fear within me I stayed still Accepting Opening ReceivingWithin a moment She was inside Two fingers below My belly button In there She found no traces of shiversno traces of resistance, no traces of weaknessjust clear pure Passage-WayThen She grew into Her most powerful SelfShe stood undisturbed, unmoved, unchanged Totally free and She screamed A A A A A U U U U U U M M M From the centre of the earth, Through the tunnels of the caves, To the surface of the volcanoes A A A A U U U U U U M M M M To open: Mountain tops untouched by clouds and rain Cherry fields in their full blossom A dog running after a train filled with the excitement A witch laughing at passers-by mirroring their paranoia Death looking us in the eyes searching for the chosen Few Capable to see the Key behind Her magic veil . Unknown
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There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your Soul You will see Magic over here Did I just now hear a beautiful symphony over here ?Or is it just your soothing words murmuring in my ear? Is it the cute mynah bird on my shoulder? Or is it your soft head nestling that I feel so tender? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your SoulYou will see Magic over here.. Did I just now hear the nightingale sing around here? Or is it the breeze whispering softly to the trees near? Is that you giggling away to glory? Or is that just the flowers mingling with the bees and telling their story? There is a tender breeze Wafting around here Feel it from your SoulYou will see Magic over here. Avijeet Das
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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
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And while she was fire, So fierce and so wild, I could only hope to be for her; The forests and the winds to carry her flame. Morris R. Gates
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You are the mark on my liquid heartwhere love begins with the beginning’s start You are the desire of the ablaze fires the only truth from ten-thousand-liars From the poem- A Letter to My Love Munia Khan
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I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream. Delano Johnson
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A good woman comes in all shapes and colors. When you find her, adore her. Delano Johnson
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Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable. Delano Johnson
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I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her. Delano Johnson
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You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy. Delano Johnson
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The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears. Delano Johnson
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I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed. Delano Johnson
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You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth. Delano Johnson
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I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth. Delano Johnson
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If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth. Delano Johnson
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Romance her, enhance her, desire her, put her first. Delano Johnson
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We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for. Delano Johnson
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Creation of a pregnant imagination. Delano Johnson
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Impulsive passion please set me free. Delano Johnson
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Your love is like star sky showers and magenta unicorns. Delano Johnson
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Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength. Delano Johnson
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Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten. Delano Johnson
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Frequent friction when love becomes political. Delano Johnson
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My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them. Munia Khan
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All the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots. Sanober Khan
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All my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with. Sanober Khan
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Thighs made of hymns, I read 'em like I'm reading runes. Now tell me where my future lies...your neck, can I Savion on it? Brandi L. Bates
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In the Light of your Wisdom, You Shine. In the Midst of your Truth, Your Faith is Evident. From inside your Spirit, You are Love. Amaka Imani Nkosazana
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Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles. Sanober Khan
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A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds. Sanober Khan
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How these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written. Sanober Khan
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Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity. Sanober Khan
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Some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other. Sanober Khan
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...you can use words if you wish, but I'm warning you - I've learned how to read your heart ... John Geddes
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... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ... John Geddes
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Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't. Sanober Khan
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You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds. Cat Alonso
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She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.."[ From Current Work In Progress] Jenna Streety
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It is kind of ridiculous that a poet is expected to live in the real world. Sanober Khan
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This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm. Sanober Khan
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Understand the poem not the poet. Christina Strigas
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Mislaid flame of tender emotions Rekindled. Together we live to the point of tears, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Scott Hastie
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But then you left exactly how all the sad songs said you would Andrew Faulkner
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And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty Andrew Faulkner
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If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar. And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor. And if my like for you were sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty. Cath Crowley
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They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his. Douglas Self
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I am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry. Sanober Khan
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Only fools lay claims where lovers thread for when such love is renewed, lovers dance upon their heads. Chinonye J. Chidolue
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I wish that I could fly into the sky and touch the clouds with my hands. Delano Johnson
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Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity. Delano Johnson
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In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty. Delano Johnson
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Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration. Delano Johnson
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Where will I find you now that my heart is yours? Where should I search? I don’t know where to look. You fill my heart with desire and love, The perfume of the lotus, the grace of a dove. But then the dove flies far, far away, All that is left is a song for my harp strings to play. A voice in my memories like an angel of grace, Where can I find you? Do you know how I pray? Where will I find you now that my love belongs to you? Wherever your heart beats, I’m dreaming of you. Now and forever my love belongs to you… Now and forever my love belongs to you… . Bjorn Street
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Love did not die. I still create your image to my heart every solitary night. Chrissy Moon
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Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in along while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me Evy Michaels
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Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in a long while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me Evy Michaels
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I heard the breeze whisper your name to the trees. And the flowers giggled smiling at the leaves. I and my loneliness keep talking about you. Avijeet Das
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You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand. Sanober Khan
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We quenched the bulging flame, amongst the ashes embers of fire remain Mie Hansson
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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
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A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account. Sanober Khan
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My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness! Delano Johnson
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Sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me. Sanober Khan
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Don't be afraid of Pain. Pain only comes down to a certain point... beyond that, it can't reach you and the love you have inside. Eeva Lancaster
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Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm. Danabelle Gutierrez
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And like nectar inside the bud, my blood drinks from your blood, beloved, and starves to join the salvation in your eyes;to be understood again and again, by your nakedness and certainty, a humbleness that trickles into the crevices of my seasoned mind. V.S. Atbay
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Why do people pour water on concrete expecting something to grow from it" AP Alexis Pettway