Best Existential Poetry Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

“This piece of inked paper stands a colossus A monument to a string of moments once dear; The only surviving testament to a time When these background bridges remained unburned, Before they became so much unswept rubble.”

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Book:Bending The Universe

Source: Bending The Universe

“We all suffer our causes yet not everyone calls our life a tragedy.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“(WHEN I WAS A CHILD) I was told that I was insane, seeing doctors in hospitals far away from home. LITTLE WHITE PILLS inside small transparent containers that could fit my baby teeth like seashells, I dreamed. WHEN I WAS A CHILD my mind made up things— not castles of sand, nor careless childish dreams. NOW I AM GROWN I can’t see myself anymore, behind walls of lights I painted on as a child. (BUT NOWADAYS) I cannot think back and wonder if these things ever really happened.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“I don’t know how to end a war I was born into; how to end a conflict and a fight that I don’t understand even the people say I am on their side; What is the wrong one and how can I end this?”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“I Want… I want to inhale life, Not just exhale it. I want to feel alive, Not just go on living. I want to exist, Not just fade away.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“How the pale green leaves press upon the gray mountain silhouettes, I saw mortality inside myself, inside my own family.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“I always knew the mountains would take something from me one day. I wrote about their fine lines, their graves, and their shades. Then, one day, I looked up upon the gray— it takes everything and then nothing, even if you offer them everything. You can’t survive it, you live with it— in small pieces, small steps, small moments. All along, it takes you, survives you— you’ll never understand it.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“While we haunt ourselves, we become part of others. With all our broken pieces, we are gathered in mosaics— reflecting every careless smile, echoing every careless word. We become them eventually, in the way we live and survive each night. Ghosts, bohemian wallpapers, and shiny crystal whiskey glasses, used by them—hauntingly beautiful, collected, and far behind. And after all this, nothing of ourselves remains.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“I Am the City The spaces between streets, The lights that bloom on corners, The lines that hold us together. I may be a name, I may be a crossroad, I may be a saint. I am a city. I am a name. I am.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Poem with Adjustments And I write out of worry, I write out of fear, I write for writing's sake, And I drown in between these motives. I become a poet, I become a lover, I become a human, And still, I seek to become a writer. I become still in the seeking.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“My Lines My lines cross tragedy, Hope, and love; A mere poetry of life Keeps anyone alive. I may wander along, Yet I’ll be a part of it— Life—I seek.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“All The Ink I Wasted All the ink I wasted Climbing up ivory pages and cursive titles Of whoever asked to buy and sell - Words and souls and hope and pain. All the nights I spent Crying out to the world what I thought Or blaming myself for not hearing back - Worlds are crashing inside myself. All the fights I fought Calming my strife to succeed and feel Overwhelming hopes and dreams in spare - Wondering if I write my fate or dare to seal. All the wasted words Counting each number up I tried to spell Only to be reminded of despair once again - Worth is nothing nowadays with a price to sell.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“What Other Can a Man Lay but Tragedy? What other can a man lay but tragedy? No other thing would be ripe in time. Grief is a flower that blooms often, And sorrow is the rain that waters it sometimes. Each man reaps what he once sows— With pain, and some with bitter ease. The sky above every head of gloom Grows thicker with clouds and earthly deeds. The field does not bloom in summer But on the last day of every man's each.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Weight of Perception I destroy myself by thinking about what I’m not; And they who love me destroy themselves by thinking that I am.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“The Tragedy of the Ordinary The ordinariness is tragic— Not because it happens all over again, But when it doesn’t, it hurts every day.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Wasted Chances I think life offers many chances, And we waste most of them by never taking them— (Just like untouched glasses of champagne.)”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“Unmoored I set myself abound, Like a new ship standing against the ocean; The waves set free By land of long imprisonment— Alone.”

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Book:The Willow Song

Source: The Willow Song

“We become numb ourselves while the world calls it a tragedy.”

Poetry Tragedy Human Condition Social Commentary Inner Conflict Existential Poetry Personal Struggle Emotional Poetry Writing About Life Emotional Numbness

Author:Laura Chouette

“We are our own tragedies. The people we love seemingly are only endings that we prefer before the curtain falls on its own accord.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“On Darkest Paths by Stewart Stafford Temporal loop on a ravenous street, A vampire denied a ticking heartbeat, Restless spirit of night's prettified edge, Bound acolyte of the infinite pledge. Human life, another planet’s memory, This skittish flock, a prized delicacy, Blood frenzy mingles with death's choir, A living essence merged with undead fire. No loving touch nor warmth of light, I must stay numb, shun my plight, Solitary, not lonely; sated yet lost. A fickle captive in my permafrost. I spurn self-pity’s indulgent call, My wastrel's drudge to primal thrall. A millstone for necks of mortal strays Perishing slowly in diminished ways. An inversion of creation, a deviant lie, A predator's bloodlust can never comply, Rogue feeders, unbound by pack affliction. Until driven away or freed of addiction. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

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Author:Stewart Stafford

“Vengo huyendo de nada porque nada queda ya de lo que alejarse.”

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Book:Momentos que se esfuman para crear otros

Source: Momentos que se esfuman para crear otros

“Poetry is enough for a soul in pain. Love would only heighten the senses and destroy the illusions of it.”

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Author:Laura Chouette

“Uneven ghosts pave the pathway of a sinner; Yet, I walk by alleys and chapels without looking up to saints.”

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Author:Laura Chouette