Life Poetry Quotes

Her eyes, full of ancient, sacred wisdom. Her bones, deposits of inherited bravery. She is a proud descendant of strong, courageous women who went to the stakes fighting for their truths.

Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless.

Romantic haste in drama bringstears and sighs when the hero diesbut the curtain fall is finalwhen in life we take the tragic wayThe sunset too is a glorious thingbut with it ends the day.

Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:Out of a misty dreamOur path emerges for awhile, then closesWithin a dream.

We didn't start the fireIt was always burningSince the world's been turningWe didn't start the fireNo we didn't light itBut we tried to fight it

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identical disguise.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!As tho’ to breathe were life!

What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare?

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

Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain - and so I am

Had we but world enough, and time

Give a poet a pen

Emotion is the poetry of life.

Poetry is nothing if it exists only in books. One has to find it in one's own life.

breathe in experience breathe out poetry

May the energy of the day always call for celebration." Barbara Botch

Wer ein Theater füllen will, bedient sich der Dramaturgie. Um es zu leeren genügt Ideologie.

He calls me desperate (on my tombstone)I hope poetic license will allow: HUNGRY

I am often asked what made me the way I am. And my answer is always this: I've always been me. It just took awhile to find me under all the rubble.

She chose messy, she chose wild. She chose life on her own terms.

You think you know me, I've barely peeled back one layer.

Step into the light and create your own shadow.

Destroy thefear in youbefore thefear destroysthe lifebefore you.

The feeling of being both trapped and free at the same time is the most mind twisting feeling of all.

Do you pray for our world or just your world? If all your prayers were answered, would it change our world or just your world?

Literature will save me it's the only certainty i am sure of.

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

Oh my…!Love can be troubled somber, mournful and yet subtle and precise. Love is a chaotic thing, my dear!

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

The Unexpected GiftTorn asunder from her slumberin the hour of half past threeThe child knew the tyrannical regimeand followed instinctively.-(slice from Enigmatic Evolution)

Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. -from Instant Recognition between Strangers

Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages.

life is other, always there, further off, beyond you andbeyond me, always on the horizon, life which unlives us and makes us strangers, that invents our face and wears it away

We live longerbut less preciselyand in shorter sentences.

You do not need words to tell the truth.

In the shade of words sits life itself.

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

I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

I seek to be moved, my imagination reborn.Let me feast on poems that feed my hunger.

I would I were alive again to kiss the fingers of the rain.

When admiring other people's gardens, don't forget to tend to your own flowers.

You should not have to burn your hand every day to feel the mystery of fire.

Some people are hard to forget, but some people are hard to remember.

Darkness is the womb from which a poet is born.

We are only allowed to livedue to some colossal misunderstanding.

How long will you fake at living life? What will it take for you to see the beauty you've neglected while wearing the dirty lies expected of you?

I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.