Poems Quotes

Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

I love being able to see an un-written future.

You bear a sword and shield, remind meof her labor, her stoning gaze. What beastwill your blade free next? What call will you loosefrom another woman's throat?

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I’ve ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask. It is to love like God.

Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.

It is not enough that you look for Him.You must hunt for God each and every dayas if your life depends on it.Because it does.

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.

As soon as we are born we hide God in ourselves.We then spend our lives looking for Himwhen all along, He has been concealed behind the veil of 'I'.

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

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

To write good poems is the secret of brevity.

Memories of the past are what drive us, whether to a life of beauty or a life of insanity is up to us.

In the end all the puzzles of your life will be solved, until then... laugh at the scepticism, live for the moment and remember everything happens for a reason.

Strong people don't put others down. They lift them up and slam them on the ground for maximum damage.

Every interaction is an opportunity to learn, Only if we are interested in improving rather than proving.

Life is a university, you will keep learning new things all the time. The tombstone will be your degree.Make sure it's worth a fortune for those who admire you.

Life's too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, So ... Love the people who treat you right and pray for the ones who don't. Life is 10% what you make it 90% how you take it.

Life is about the moments you create, that you can keep it with you FOREVER. After everything is over, That is what we have or what we are left with.

Life is about the moments you create, that you can keep with you forever.After everything is over, That is what we have or what we are left with.

Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends. Love means nothing in tennis, But it's everything in life

If we try to see something positive in everything we do, life won't necessarily become easier but it becomes more valuable.

A lot of pain that we are dealing with are really only THOUGHTS.

The most important subject in the curriculum in the future years will be how to love ourselves and be content.

Literacy rate tells us about the section of society who can read and write, but do we have a tool which can share the stats about out how many educated illiterates we have in our society.

Tenderhearted people are silent sufferers they just learn the art to fly with broken wings.

There's a story behind every "I don't believe in love""Period

Its not your fault for not being there.Its my fault for thinking you would be

We live in a society where every business has a huge scope. Even if you open a shop selling snakes people will buy it. Thinking they will direct them to their neighbors house.

Create your own path.Don't blindly follow the massess... because most of the time the "M" is silent.

Your friends can be double-edged knife thy can either nurture you or destroy you. Choose them Wisely......

Growing older doesn't mean that you are more mature than everyone who is younger than you. Maturity is a lot of things, and age has nothing to do with it.

In this storyI am the poetYou're the poetry.

LoveHas a way of wiltingOr blossomingAt the strangest, Most unpredictable hour.This is how love is, An uncontrollable beastIn the form of a flower.

Do you see how the sky holds the sun?In a powerful but effortless way that shows off her beauty and strength?That's how a King holds his Queen.

Inside a home you left me, a blue orphanage. Inside a bluish mosaic, space to live.

Aflame in black ecstasy, orders extinguished:after deathhow will I know my love was true, this sacrifice not an exercise in vanity?

What if the poem loses?What if it never tastes victory like the intent it was written with?

In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

You cannot free someonewho is caged intheir own self.

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me.It was when i let you.

I was lost for too longbut when i found you, i could feel it in my bones.You were my home.

Take me to your darkest cornersand watch your demonssurrender to mine..

Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.

I am no one's to be claimed, I belong to me.

I stopped losing my sleep over you...Now i lie awakein search of me!!

It's okay darling, creative people are called crazyall the time.

..Breaking yet budding, dying yet living - standingamongst ruins and rage, reaching for possibilitiesplaying hard to get.

I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.