Poets Quotes

He did not profess to anybody how to reach others without professing.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.

Say No! Accept the burdens of revenge.

If you could have walked on the planet before humans lived here, maybe the Ivory Coast would have seemed more beautiful than La Côte d'Azur.

Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.

Universe is the Sun watching its own self.

Sunbathe from within.

Absolute equals nothingness.

Stars are only the rain of the Absolute.

Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.

Real geniuses would like that what we think of ourselves is true.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.

Procreation annihilates eternity.

The universe is God's son.

Absolute is a game with only one player where Absolute forgets itself so it would have a reason to fulfill the motion while returning.

Words have never belonged to those who wrote them. Always to those who needed then.

in the endit is wordspoetry. sunsetssomeone’s deep blue silk voice.mountain scents.someone’s smile.eyes. that we haveno defenses against.

How strange and ironic it is- all the words i long to sayare lost in words.

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

I waited for the seasons of love to pass from this cold winter to the summer heat I dreamed of.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

Words are fossilized butterfly wings, pretty to look at sometimes, but only good for Museums.I want to miserably burn down the Museums.

Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack

Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

Seeing Oneam undone!Enemy norlo! friend-sans One-is none.That! is "am"One-o-One!

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transformsthe diseased slums of a broken heartinto a palace made of psalms and gold.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

Poetry can take you places that were once only traveled by your imagination.

Most people don't have real friends. You have people in your life waiting for opportunities to see what YOU can do for them.

Some days I don't know what is greater.My wisdom, or my stupidity.

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

Everything and nothing are the same in the Absolute.

Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ’s body.

They say that it is always poets that die in wars, and I never got over a sense of being in the trenches.

Every writer should know their target. Aim for the heart ~ hit that and all which follows is sheer ecstasy.

Is it not enough to dip your tongue into my soul and write poetry?

Only the writers can change or fix the past by going back to edit old works

Saturated Arrogance...imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me...

Madness is loving the unsolvable puzzle of your soul and replacing the lost pieces with my own.

Darkness is the womb from which a poet is born.

Saturated Arrogance...she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

Hope is a most beautiful drug.

Poets and writers don't live either for money or for fame. And even without any recognition for their work they keep on writing!

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

and everyone wants to read the poem we’re afraid to write.