Poetry Love Quotes

Wipe those tears, as they have cleansed your soul.

True love finds its own waysTo spread goodness, always.

You read my words and instantly we are both connected

Poets, you always write about women worth dying for. Write, for a change, something about the ones worth living for!

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Watch, how the sunslowly risesfrom behind my earnew lines, new countriesspring up in my palmsmy rough hairbecome swaying silkand all the leavesin my bodybecome lusher than fruits.

all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.

all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.

Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

Unless you are silent, you will notknow your urgent heart, how it beatsbetween the thin skin of yes and no.

Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.

You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

Understand the poem not the poet.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Love did not die. I still create your image to my heart every solitary night.

Drink from the ethereal philosophy of Heaven and you may see life as no more no less than a dream made of pure poetry from divine source. AA

Everything is connected. We see the signs every moment. There are miracles waiting to happen!

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.

When you find yourself writing, reading, or listening the delivery of words when spoken? You know the melody of wordplay. “& I love Wordplay

Emerging from chaos, came Light, filling need.

why do people pour water on concrete expecting something to grow from it" AP

Must I wonder if your thoughts are of me? If you are missing me, wanting me, creating heart beats and poet-less words for me? [ i do…]

Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

You read between the wrong lines.

We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

whatever you dobe gentle with yourself.you don’t just livein this worldor your homeor your skin.you also livein someone’s eyes.

Nothing is as endearing as a handwritten letter scribed by the person who holds your heart spellbound.

Faith encompasses so much more than a denomination!

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

Mirror, mirror on the wall, I have placed you in my hallWhere I wander every day.Echo beauty, and you’ll stay.

You rewrote the art in my heart.

... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...

...I will find once again the light of your beauty - your colored windows in the night...

Do you believe in magic?" she asked. "I believe in you, " he said. "And you're the closest thing to magic that I've found.

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

Love is a poem that keeps on writing itself, sweeping us along.

There is a point where the universe can deliver you from the verge of regret. I know your love for me will take you there.

Some people are like the fragrance of flowers!

I never wanted to be saved, just loved in ways that would make the Gods jealous.

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale.

Dreams are the poetry of life to be written with love and actions.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

even in the loneliest momentsi have been therefor myself.

How can you love art, beauty, poetry, and hate life? That's like saying you love the ocean but hate water.