Poems Quotes

I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters, but I always seem to lay us out bare.Sorry for the poems.

No poet can stay alive solely in his/her poetry etched in papers, it is the reader audience in whom the poets breath forever.......

How do poems grow? They begin deep down in the pit of the soul as a seedling of a thought …

poetry is not—except in a very limited sense—a form of self-expression. Who on earth supposes that the pearl expresses the oyster?

The first time I saw your face, my lips said, "hello" and my heart said, "that's your wife.

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

I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.

We left dents on each other. Mine was in her heart, and hers was on my car.

No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.

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

I believe that poems die the moment they are outwardly expressed.

A poem is its own name and cover.

Names sound nice because no one peeks behind the cover to see the sad face of a poem crying for meaning, while the name of the creator proudly smiles from the title.

It made me happy that poems are referred to in the present tense even when the poet is in the past tense.

I rushed through the door.You had bitten a way for me.

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

Poems are not often simply emotions butOne has enough emotions -- they're experienceExperience themselves are not important....

Today I write, riots with insite!Tomorrow I read, take the lead!Sometimes I sleep, health to keep!But for now I write, and got no gripe!

I'm two days away from day after tomorrowCounting the hours to my upcoming sorrow Suddenly I lookinto the eyes of my childThen all sadness goneas I smile the way she smiled

At times poems can be like riddles, too difficult to decipher or comprehend. But how else does one come to understand what can only be felt but not said?

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.

Always let your heart sing

Rain's pouring and it's too cold. All people bored and I even accord What to do but spell a tale told: So once upon a time a land in the shore...

be good to yourselfyou're the only youyou'll ever get

...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.

I’m a man of integrity. My heart is locked and I have given you the only key.

I knew I loved youwhen 'home' went from being a placeto being a person.

How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.

savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

My heart always knew, you're the dew, my dry soul would never adieu.. but I still don't know why I let you go and waited all my life just for you.

The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little.Your lips are sweet, and your eyes are precious to me.No!I don’t love you!I just like you, a little....

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

she's gotoceanstucked awayin her hairpoems swimunder her skin.

when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

MAN is a slave only to his own mental lethargy.

You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.

you are here.the moontides are here.and that’s all that matters.

Everything is like a wall. Said a scholar to the troll. Bang your head to go on through. Then you'll see, there is no queue.

If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.

Oh that's right Keep away from me Please give me a pushDon't let me understand you Don't realise meOr we might tumble togetherDepersonalizedIdenticalInto the terrific NirvanaMe you --- you --- me

A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.

I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.

In all the flames of fire fume’s left the traceInto the bluest sea the sky is drownedThe miracles of life can you embraceFrom the poem 'Can You Embrace?

Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Nostalgia dies in the pit of my throat from lack of exercise and I buried the word six feet under the pronunciation of hopeful tomorrows.

Sitting makes us think of standingOur current stance keeps on demanding We wish to fly without the wings Puppets move before pulling the strings