Poetry Book Quotes

Poetry Book Quote of the day

As I got older, I really got into Tupac's poetry, his books and just learning about his life and what he was into.

I give this book 5 Stars and highly recommend it to all fiction, nonfiction, and poetry writers, aspiring writers, bloggers or journalists.

I was surprised recently to find a book called "Poetry in Persons" that's coming out about visit to poets to a class that Pearl London gave.

I have been writing poetry since 1975. My first poetry book was published in 1986.

I love indices! They are poetry in and of themselves, depending on the book.

I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for poetry.

I've got a book of poetry by the bed, one of these big collections that goes back to the Greeks and Romans.

I never really read Allen Ginsberg poetry, even though I have a book he gave me.

Time is the real emperor and there is no space for any pride since time flies and blows away anything.

Till the time you realize your conquest you already reach that stage when you start losing the grip.

Our hearts may be strong and resilient against the trials of life, but they become weak and fragile against the trials of love.

Go for it because for all those moments that you would make up your mind the other might have already rushed for it.

One may never get to know how fast the time travels till the one gets in that position to race against the time.

You are the illness I will never cure. You are the poem I will never write. You are the thought I will never finish. You are the text I will never read.

Publishing a book of poetry is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo.

Think of what starlight And lamplight would lack Diamonds and fireflies If they couldn’t lean against Black. . . .

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.