What Is A Poem Quotes

The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.

To create art with all the passion in one's soul is to live art with all the beauty in one's heart.

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers, But found in the soul within.

The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.

Is Virgin you trying to fathom me

Now is History as fast as the mind remembers.

Most things may never happen: this one will.

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

There was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.

Poetry looking in the mirror sees art, and art looking in a mirror sings poetry.

We turned an anthem into an assignment, a poem into a job description.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

If I were dead, I wouldn't be sad, and I wouldn't be glad, because I wouldn't be.

sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.

Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes, ” I say, “I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn Rome.” “Whiskey?”“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.” “You drunk?” “Not yet.

beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung

Never durst a poet touch a pen to writeUntil his ink was tempered with love's sighs.

I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple--or a green field--a place to enter, and in which to feel.

Lovers think quite different thoughtswhile lying side by side.

In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound

Ralph Waldo Emerson“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Free me as free is the forest fire, as is the thunder that laughs aloud and hurls defiance to darkness.

and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.

she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they always have.

one doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine.

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living have choked theheartaway.

I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat are hardlysoand after he dies, well, then it's everybody'sparty.

Cheap little rhymesA cheap little tuneAre sometimes as dangerousAs a sliver of the moon.

when I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand mycouragereturns

wesat theresmokingcigarettesat5in the morning.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street Iwalked northfeelingcuriouslyhonored.

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand I can't see beyond that.

the worst thing, " he told me, "is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

Of course! the path to heavendoesn't lie down in flat miles.It's in the imaginationwith which you perceive this world, and the gestureswith which you honor it.-from The Swan

The Lord is my shepherdI shall not want him for longHe maketh me to lie down in green pasturesand there are no green pasturesHe leadeth me beside still watersand still waters run deep

The time has come, " the walrus said, "to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings

the gods play nofavorites.

LIBERTY! FREEDOM! DEMOCRACY!True anyhow no matter how manyLiars use those words.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

be it peace or happinesslet it enfold you

But how conceive a God supremely good/ Who heaps his favours on the sons he loves, / Yet scatters evil with as large a hand?[Written after an earthquake in Lisbon killed over 15, 000 people]

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.