Poets Quotes

#Writers, #artists, and #poets don't get the respect they deserve until they are either dead, or they cut off an ear Mozaiah T.

It is very difficult to win. It's not in my script.

When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters, I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.

Great writers experience their dreams. They put them on paper, where others can read about them.

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.

As long as music survives, poetry will never die.

My job as a poet, is not to succumb to despair but to find in words, an antidote for the emptiness of existence.

The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi’s poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.

..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.

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

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

she wanted because art

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

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

There is a moon, that rests in the quiet cornersof a lover’s lips.

you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.

funny how our heartswere designed to loveso fiercely.but break ever so gently.

Remember that good poets too can write bad poems! Talent has also a talent to be untalented!

Iron deficiency can lead to a wardrobe full of crumpled clothes

the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.

I've been told by many the art of poetry's dead, I believe it's alive on pages they haven't read

In my heart, poetry screams, “I exist!

When we were kids I begged cupid to come and shoot me.

Stop the tape, cut the paper! I will just write another poem and grab a microphone and push record again!

for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.

love is always moving towards you

Authority forgets a dying king

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

someday i will walk under the soul-blossom tree with my hand eternally woven in yours.

when i write of you, my deari am holding youin the most exquisiteways.

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

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

If the poets offered us nothing more than another make-believe world, they would be mere sellers of drugs or, at best, sweetmeats.

Failures of nerve and energy are not permitted. That's what it means to be an object.

Theirs two ways to become a famous Poet, find that one person that knows somebody, that knows somebody, that knows somebody.Or die trying

Give me a life time by the fire, with a book in my hand, nothing more and I will tell you a great story.

Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.

Poets create gods, philosophers destroy them.

There are anonymous poems and poets without poems.

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.

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

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality.(cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.

The obscure, unexplainable aspect of the writing process is about how some rhymes appear in your head. It often feels more like tuning in to some kind of channel than composing words in your mind.

He would write and write. He would make wonderful things happen. Some of it would be true. All of it would be true. Most of it would be true.

The writing talent of Edinburgh is textured - we have poets, novelists, non-fiction writers, dramatists and more.

Irish improves a poet.

Good or bad, positive or negative, there is no comment more insulting to a poet than one displaying that you have not properly read and considered the things they wrote.

the gods are created by poets" --Ovid