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“Crazy Not Callous (The Sonnet) I'm crazy, But not obnoxious. I'm free in mind, But not callous. I'm ignorant in many things, But I ain't no intolerant. I may not know much etiquette, I know caring with commitment. I am but a lover most naïve, No scholar of nothin'. I am but a warrior unbending, Got no time for philosophizin'. To live for people is the mission. In lifting the fallen lies salvation.”

“Break Destiny (The Sonnet) Be the one to make and break destiny, For all powers of universe are in you. Be the one to make and break paradigm, For the very source of creation is you. Cowards and vegetables talk of fate, While the valiant is up and working. Those who can't do mock the doer, Yet there's no progress without a dingaling. If taking a stand makes you a nutcase, Be the nuttiest case that has ever walked. But never you compromise with insanity, Even if it is endorsed by the whole world. You are the defender of all society. Even in hardship never forget your duty.”

“Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

“Isn’t it trust that lets the river give itself to the sea not knowing if its name will survive the salt.. that lets the moon surrender to darkness certain the sun will one day find her.. that sends roots downward into what they cannot see sure the unseen will answer.. that carries the wind to rest against the mountain knowing the stone will not turn away..!? Isn’t it trust this primal covenant beneath all motion where yin carries a fragment of yang and yang holds the shadow of yin each completing the other without asking to be assured..!? ©”

“Progress And again my inmost life rushes louder, as if it moved now between steeper banks. Objects become ever more related to me, and all pictures ever more perused. I feel myself more trusting in the nameless: with my senses, as with birds, I reach into the windy heavens from the oak, and into the small ponds' broken-off day my feeling sinks, as if it stood on fishes. (Fortschritt Und wieder rauscht mein tiefes Leben lauter, als ob es jetzt in breitern Ufern ginge. Immer verwandter werden mir die Dinge und alle Bilder immer angeschauter. Dem Namenlosen fühl ich mich vertrauter: Mit meinen Sinnen, wie mit Vögeln, reiche ich in die windigen Himmel aus der Eiche, und in den abgebrochnen Tag der Teiche sinkt, wie auf Fischen stehend, mein Gefühl.)”

“The poeticization of words I was worried now, I do not do it anymore, and the silence continues to ravage my soul I was worried now, I do not know and the silence of love continues to ravage my soul and my heart drained of emotions and the lonely road never seems to end the lightning of love continues to fail and I stay with a heart full of burning scars I see them in the crowd the mocking laughter the bad jokers, the worthless people who are afraid double-edged friends who stab, and slash without thinking about the consequences scars forming in the mind filled with screaming voices his stubborn voices will never leave me paralyzer adding weight to the confusion of insecurity wearing I was worried now, I do not do it anymore, and the silence continues to ravage my soul I was worried now, I do not know and the silence continues to ravage my soul the music call me night fall to deliver me in synchronicity words memorize restitution of my thinking I do not know to ask me but why is my heart still so hollow? and I can not find rest in any place he told me one day everything will be better but the weight of emotions enclose me agonize and I have to stay hidden because this world is without mercy I was worried now, I do not do it anymore, and the silence continues to ravage my soul I was worried now, I do not know and the silence of love continues to ravage my soul and I'm tearing from the inside my friends do not see it because a wall was built and the trust beat hospitalizer never got back from the fight lead lonely in a slice surround with explosions of bad intent and radiation of emotions my last companion the poeticization of words. (Marty Bisson Milo)”

“THE CONSCIOUS HUMAN You are not just white, but a rainbow of colors. You are not just black, but golden. You are not just a nationality, but a citizen of the world. You are not just for the right or left, but for what is right over the wrong. You are not just rich or poor, but always wealthy in the mind and heart. You are not perfect, but flawed. You are flawed, but you are just. You may just be conscious human, but you are also a magnificent reflection of God. Suzy Kassem “The Conscious Human” Poetry by Suzy Kassem”