24 Quotes About Spoken Word

I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak But I know now it doesn't matter how well I say grace if I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eat So this is my wheat fieldyou can have every acre, Lovethis is my garden songthis is my fist fightwith that bitter frosttonight I begged another stage light to become that back alley street lamp that we danced beneaththe night your warm mouth fell on my timid cheekas i sang maybe i need youoff keybut in tunemaybe i need you the way that big moon needs that open seamaybe i didn't even know i was here til i saw you holding megive me one room to come home togive me the palm of your handevery strand of my hair is a kite stringand I have been blue in the face with your skycrying a flood over Iowa so you mother will wake to Venice Lover, I smashed my glass slipper to build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chestnow my heart is a pressed flower and a tattered bibleit is the one verse you can trustso I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate I am setting the table with bread and gracemy knees are bentlike the corner of a page I am saving your place . Andrea Gibson

A good writer is also an avid reader. A good reader is also a vivid dreamer. A good dreamer is also a good learner. And a good learner is definitely a good listener. A good listener is always looking to what the heart speaks. A spoken heart talks directly to a silent soul. And a silent soul is most of the time in pace with a peaceful thought. A peaceful thought is also a good writer... Ana Claudia Antunes

Flythe kitesof your soul, letyour spiritsoar. Unknown

Poetry isn’t an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn’t a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn’t swimming. Poetry is water. Kamand Kojouri

The spoken word is ephemeral. The written word, eternal. A symphony, timeless. A.E. Samaan

To read a poem Is to see light where there is darkness Is to hear silence where there is noise Is to dance where there is no music Is to sing where the only instrument is words And the stirring, impassioned pauses A.A. Patawaran

The evidence of death is before my eyes constantly. Moving from me outward. My death always a step in advance. The world is a mirror of myself dying. The world not dying anymore than I die. I more alive a hundred years from now. Than at this very moment. Lydia Lunch

The trouble with poetry is it's often written to the sound of a drum only the poet may hear; nonetheless, blessed are those poets who always manage to find unshakeable pleasure in their own works. Criss Jami

Things spoken in love always become reality. Amy Neftzger

Whenever a time arises where clarity is desired, it is always wise to reflect on the sage within. Sereda Aleta Dailey

I enjoy poetry where I can talk as bizarre as I please, but theology or philosophy, I always respect the truth by taking it a step further. Criss Jami

Who did I think we were.who did I think I could make you.this is the oldest mistake, to confuse wantingwith magic. silence is the undoingof every spell, and we are expertsin the unsaid. even now, I forgetto put us in past tense. as ifthe air in this city were the same.as if love is anything like its speaking. Unknown

It is time to put down the pen; time to clear the throat. Speaking is a different thing altogether from writing. The spoken word has different properties, and different powers. If I have learned anything from writing down my own tale, it is this. Dexter Palmer

You may use a thousand words for a single lie, but the  truth has no twin. Michael Bassey Johnson

A man's words reveal, first, the man. The words are not the man, and yet they reveal him faithfully and are to be identified with him. Out of the abundance of the heart, the man speaks. The foundational nature of all language is therefore metaphorical because every word a man speaks reveals himself–just as God reveals Himself through the Word. Every word spoken ultimately reveals the speaker. N.D. Wilson

I do not care what I labeled, as long as I am heard. Hannah Sawyerr

I lovehow grown childrenwill still nametheir mothersthe mostbeautiful. It isas though, their eyeshave met the cascadingcurvesand goldensilhouettesof every woman. Yettheir soulsstilldrumto the beat  of theirmother'swarmth and care. Unknown

I wrote too many poems in a language I did not yet know how to speak. Andrea Gibson

You are capable of doing everything you are afraid of doing, If only you would energize and motivate the Magical thing would absolutely happen to you! Sereda Aleta Dailey

..We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone. Our music is our alchemy. We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.. . Saul Williams

...We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun. We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us. We are determining the future at this very moment. We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone. Our music is our alchemy... Saul Williams

I knew that my trauma, no matter what it was, was not unique. I knew that pain was the universal driving force of so many people– I knew that only in the details was it specific, and I just found it urgent to cut right to the chase and get right to the point. Lydia Lunch