Love Poetry Quotes

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality, all that remains are the imprints of experience.

Love, is an unknown passion, for an unknown person, for an unknown reason.

And I, a twister, love, what I abhor.

slow it isa slow businessto grow a few wordsto say love

You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...

Love is who you are.

Pages burnt, memories buried, I wakeor think I'm awake. Or dreaming still?

I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.

Cliche is Truth's most loyal friend...

You were the devil. Dressed in everything. I wanted.

Do not forget about the thorns on the roseswhen you say that love is like a red red rose.

I crouch in cornersThe infection is widespreadLove epidemic

A town loved with bitter love.

I love poetry, but I often wonder how poetry feels about me.

Springtimeand I wish I knew you

I am going to hurt you.You are going to hurt me.But we will do it with practiced fingersand passionate mouthsand I swear to godit will be worth something.

We will spend the rest of the day inventing a kind of love that no longer exists in the world, a kind of love no army can pillage at the outposts, no rumor could bring to its knees like a traitor.

Maybe I should just lie quietly inside you while our old selves slip in and out of the back rooms of the soul.

My mind: a thousand hungry daughters, my harlot heritage.Marbles: lost, no rescue search.Your heart: blooming thorns, and a stolen grocery cart.

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Winning a love is just an outcome, keeping a love is a true accomplishment.

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.And love is the just breaths taken in between

...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...

...I see you as series of gestures, a palette of colors -all these tiny tiles pixelate, and then coalesce... into the idea of you...

...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

You Know love when you see it, hear it, and feel it." ~ Amunhotep El Bey

I know you . . .That you hold insideVast possibilities and dreamsAnd limitless love.

Once taken by her, you glowedAnd you drank her poisons, content. Because all the stars seemed to grow, And fields had a different scent, Autumn fields.

Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...

Everything on earth has happened before, nothing is new, but woe to the loverswho fail to discover a fresh blossomin every future kiss.

I am so brave with love and yet, so weak.

You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.

You said: "Wait for the moon with me."I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.

The olive branch has been consecrated to peace, palm branches to victory, the laurel to conquest and poetry, the myrtle to love and pleasure, the cypress to mourning, and the willow to despondency.

I'm happy to stick with my persona. There are themes of love lost and love regained, but the main themes of all poems are basically love and death, and that seems to be the message of poetry.

Prose lies its way to the truth

You will fall with me as a stone in the grave

Don't kiss me if you're afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

Love is poetry plus biology.

I love, therefore I am.

...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

Not many get to see this side of him. So, if you do, know that you’re lucky.

...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...

I swearwe'd lose ourhearts ifthey weren'twith elasticand butterflypinclasped safelyin.

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

Starlight encased in flesh. Fire burning in so much water. Poetry living in hard spaces. oh, how the body loves

Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.