Poem Quotes

Julio Cortázar

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.. Julio Cortázar
Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Paul Valéry

Poems are never finished - just abandoned

D. Antoinette Foy

Love is wind for the soul

Michael Bassey Johnson

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.. Michael Bassey Johnson
As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

Jess C. Scott

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Santosh Kalwar

See mirror, every time you will miss me and look deeper into your eyes till you will find me.

Shel Silverstein

Sandra’s seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I've had to make myself.

Shel Silverstein

Early bird
Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.
If you’re a bird, be an early bird -
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.

Santosh Kalwar

It is when things are at worst you will get the best.

Scott Hastie

To have been where you have been
And to still have joy,
Dazzling in your heart,
Now there’s a thing to make the whole world smile.

Scott Hastie

The light needs only our trust
And, of course, the darkness
To work its eternal alchemy.

Charles Bukowski

please give your
bodies and your
the young men
deserve them

there is
no way
I would welcome
senseless hell
you would bring

I wish you
in bed

but not


Roman Payne

With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.

Vanna Bonta

The true poem rests between the words.

A. Jarrell Hayes

Give a poet a pen

Ted Hughes

...imagine what you are writing about. See it and live it. Do not think it up laboriously, as if you were working out mental arithmetic. Just look at it, touch it, smell it, listen to it, turn yourself into it. When you do this, the words look after themselves, like magic.

Dejan Stojanovic

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.

Oksana Rus

I celebrate myself, I paint and dance and sing myself, and what I assume you will assume, for every atom as of me as good belongs to dreamy You. I am a song. I am a poem. I am a soil and a gem. I am a stargate and a voyage. I am the ocean and your soul.

Oksana Rus

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody... Dance with me within the wind... Let me love You...

Michael Bassey Johnson

If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything,
If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything, until you close your eyes and hold the pen.

D. Antoinette Foy

I am in awe of flowers.
Not because of their colors,
but because even though they
have dirt in their roots,
they still grow.
They still bloom.

Munia Khan

The world of light and starry grace;
within your mind I live to trace.
Your thought’s speed in thunder’s glory,
lightening my being with dream’s story.
I embrace the tree carrying your name
Your unspoken wish : the heart of fame.

D. Antoinette Foy

My heart's scripture tastes
foreign in the mouths of
cowards and on the tongues of
those who have never breathed in
the moon and breathed out the world.

Evelyn Leilou Colon

The adversary humbly cloaked in its fine smile 'eyes devoid of kindness, speaking gentle its knife secretly hidden.

D. Antoinette Foy

I wear the universe backwards.
I imagine putting stars in my
coffee, and sugar in the sky.
I imagine going fishing in clouds,
and watching the sun hide
behind lakes. I'm too busy dancing
with my imagination to even tip toe
with reality for a second.

They say I'm going mad.
They're right.

D. Antoinette Foy

The core of your
true self
is never lost.
Let go of all the
pretending and
the becoming
you've done just
to belong.
Curl up with your
rawness and come home.
You don't have to
find yourself;
you just have to
let yourself in.

D. Antoinette Foy

The sky never falls with the rain.
It is never weighed down by all that
it carries. It takes all of its anchors
and turns them into stars.
Learn from this.

D. Antoinette Foy

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

D. Antoinette Foy

What is the finding of love,
but a voice answering a voice?

D. Antoinette Foy

Life is so beautiful and so short
that anything that makes me feel
less than too much is nothing at all.

Esther Spurrill Jones

Words from the heart
Breaking, teaching, healing
The deepest, purest form of art

Charles Bukowski

it does seem
the more we drink
the better the words

Charles Bukowski

I feel no grief for being called something
I am not;
in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a good
back rub

D. Antoinette Foy

Your flesh is not a reflection of your soul. So when you look in the mirror, remember that your light outshines your flaws.

Aniruddha Sastikar

Forcing the muse to let thoughts flow; equals to pushing a child, into labor.

Dejan Stojanovic

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

Kevin Fuller

We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.

Billy Collins

The fly lands on the swatter.
The movie runs backwards
and catches fire in the projector.
This species apes us well
by talking only about itself

Maggie Stiefvater

It's easy to convince men to love you, Puck. All you have to do is be a mountain they have to climb or a poem they don't understand. Something that makes them feel strong or clever. It's why they love the ocean.

Wallace Stegner

Poems ought to reflect the work the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.

Shel Silverstein

I'd rather play tennis than go to the dentist.
I'd rather play soccer than go to the doctor.
I'd rather play Hurk than go to work.
Hurk? Hurk? What's Hurk?
I don't know, but it must be better than work.

Henry Miller

Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him.

Kandi Dougherty

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.

Tanzy Sayadi

I fought for you, I fought for us
I fought for the memories and the laughter that came upon us,
Now here we are, we have become unknown people to each other,
Worlds apart in an instant, for what once was is now gone
So tell me what your secret is to letting go like you did.


Why are you so scared and creeping around,
taking photographs all over town,
pictures in the dark that live in the light,
the world is my playground too and I’ll do what I like.

Dylan Thomas

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

Andrea Gibson

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.

Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out-
Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.
But love and I had the wit to win:
We drew a circle and took him In !

From the poem " Outwitted

Simone Elkeles

Nobody really knows her
Except the chosen few
Her secrets are kept hidden
Behind that sun-kissed hue.

If I reach out to touch her
She’ll just run away
My Forever and Always
Will have to wait another day.

Robert W. Service

There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest; Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.

Charles Bukowski

be it peace or happiness
let it enfold you

Nizar Qabbani

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook

Hasil Paudyal

May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours

Charles Bukowski

the gods play no

Langston Hughes

True anyhow no matter how many
Liars use those words.


Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

Kehinde Sonola

That’s the thing about love
It can take you up to the mountaintop and can drop you
And the impact will either kill you or make you a new person

William Knox

Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-
Oh! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?

Benny Bellamacina

Going down in history is a dead end pursuit

Scott Hastie

Sacred space in which
To distil, like amber,
The best of your love.

Scott Hastie

For every moment of suffering,
Others will arrive
That will instead pierce you with joy.

Scott Hastie

Every new day
Our children's joy is as fresh as roses,
Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Scott Hastie

On the canvas of life,
Every sweep of the brush matters,
Counts for something…

Charles Bukowski

she slammed the door and
was gone.

I looked at the closed door
and at the doorknob
and strangely
I didn't feel

Santosh Kalwar

A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always be unfulfilled for love. It is better for us because without it, earth will not rotate, seasons will not change, birds will not sing and life will not exit.” What do you think?

Alice Fulton

It's just me throwing myself at you,
romance as usual, us times us,

not lust but moxibustion,
a substance burning close

to the body as possible
without risk of immolation.

Lee Argus

Through the darkest hours of the night
and through the dreamers realm I seek,
Far beyond the starry sky
and beyond galaxies I am free.

Through the grimmest memories
and past a seasons air I cannot breathe,
Far beyond this mortal world
in an afterlife we shall meet.

Santosh Kalwar

I am 15 and you are 51, I know you are the best, to be loved by, everyone.

Clive Barker

Here is a list of terrible things,
The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings
The rabid bite of the dogs of war,
The voice of one who went before,
But most of all the mirror's gaze,
Which counts us out our numbered days.

Charles Bukowski

the worst thing," he told me,
"is bitterness, people end up so

Caleb Warta

Just know I am
Not there to catch you
But I am there for you

Archibald MacLeish

And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth's noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night

Charles Bukowski

having nothing to struggle
they have nothing to struggle

Charles Bukowski

I paid, got up, walked
to the door, opened

I heard the man
say, "that guy's

out on the street I
walked north

Charles Bukowski

the gods seldom
but so quickly

William Wordsworth

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

Hasil Paudyal

Dreaming of getting you
I loosed everything
Cheerfulness of smile
And all the dreams of life

Hasil Paudyal

Give me another Chance
You will Get
Less than I Gain...

Charles Bukowski

sometimes when everything seems at
its worst
when all conspires
and gnaws
and the hours, days, weeks
seem wasted –
stretched there upon my bed
in the dark
looking upward at the ceiling
i get what many will consider an
obnoxious thought:
it’s still nice to be

Rick Riordan

You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.

Mary Oliver

to live in this world

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go

Stephen Dunn

I've tried

to become someone else for a while,
only to discover that he, too, was me.

Charles Bukowski

when I am feeling
all i have to do is
watch my cats
and my

Brian Jacques

So here is my story, may it bring
Some smiles and a tear or so,
It happened once upon a time,
Far away, and long ago,
Outside the night wind keens and wails,
Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!

Pablo Neruda

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

Rubén Darío

You are an Universe of Universes and your soul a source of songs.

Virginia Woolf

It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.

Karen Joy Fowler

I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem.

Langston Hughes

Cheap little rhymes
A cheap little tune
Are sometimes as dangerous
As a sliver of the moon.

Craig Ferguson

Twas the night before Thanksgiving.
All the food's in the oven.
And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

Edwin Arnold

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

Stephen Dunn


Because with alarming accuracy
she’d been identifying patterns
I was unaware of - this tic, that
tendency, like the way I've mastered
the language of intimacy
in order to conceal how I felt -

I knew I was in danger
of being terribly understood.

Jean Cocteau

Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!

Mark Strand

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

Leonard Cohen

I heard of a man
who says words so beautifully
that if he only speaks their name
women give themselves to him.

If I am dumb beside your body
while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips
it is because I hear a man climb stairs
and clear his throat outside our door.

Robert Wells

I had forgotten. Disgust shadows desire.
Another life is never safely envied.

Cecily Von Ziegesar

Open the fridge and put
My heart on a plate.
I'm just as you left
me, and I taste even better

Katerina Stoykova Klemer

My Personality

unfolding before you
like a Swiss Army knife.

Laurence Overmire

Life is a poem most people never read.

Roman Payne

Be there a picnic for the devil, an orgy for the satyr, and a wedding for
Be there a picnic for the devil,
an orgy for the satyr,
and a wedding for the bride.

Luke Davies

I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.”
-In the yellow time of pollen

Melissa Lee-Houghton

I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.

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