Quotessence
Home / Topics / Poetry Quotes

Poetry Quotes

Browse 12091 quotes about Poetry.

Related topics

PoetPoetry IsArtWritingLiteratureIfsMenPoeticWorldKnowsWayLanguageVersesGreat PoetryThinkingMayInspirationalLifePeopleFormHeartMindProseShouldEndsSoulWrittenHumansBookGivingGreat PoetLightDoeHas BeensPoetry By PoetsFirstsLinesLoveWantLittlesFactsFeelsLongWellsIdeasMadePersonsPoetry By Famous PoetsReaderRhymeStillsChildrenFireMeanMomentsReadingTryingEmotionUseBelieveFeelingsPassionSpeakTogetherTwoVoiceWholeWriting PoetryArtistKindMatterPleasureRealityReasonSaidWarBreakDreamNeedsNightPhilosophicalPhilosophySelfSoundStarsEnoughExpressionObjectsPaintingRealUnderstandingAgeCertainHandsImaginationOrderReading PoetryRememberSpiritYearsmore

Poetry Quotes

“We grew up on the same street, You and me. We went to the same schools, Rode the same bus, Had the same friends, And even shared spaghetti With each other's families. And though our roots belong to The same tree, Our branches have grown In different directions. Our tree, Now resembles a thousand Other trees In a sea of a trillion Other trees With parallel destinies And similar dreams. You cannot envy the branch That grows bigger From the same seed, And you cannot Blame it on the sun's direction. But you still compare us, As if we're still those two Kids at the park Slurping down slushies and Eating ice cream. Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)”

LoveLifeKidsLife LessonsPoetryGrowthRelationshipsDestinySunGrowing UpPathFateGrowingDreamsTreeChildhoodYouthFriendsLife And LivingRootsEnvyCompareJealousyBranchesResentmentTreesIce CreamEnemiesChangesFacts Of LifeDirectionLife JourneyReunionHatersDifferent DirectionsSuzy KassemPathsSeedDifferent PathsStreetRootRelativesBestfriendsLife DirectionLife ChangeComparing Yourself To OthersComparison To OthersLife CycleParkBranchTruths Of LifeDestiniesChanges Of LifeDifferent JourniesFamily BranchesFamily Branches QuoteBranches QuoteDifferent FateSame RootsSame School
Book:Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
Create image

“Bonfire of Broken Hearts by Stewart Stafford A shivering man craving warmth, Mustn't let the fire consume him, Despite temptation heat flares, In arousal-seared microseconds. Lured in with passion's promise, A stray spark or lick of flame is all Love ignites into walking fireball— Devotion's immolation sacrifice. On a cracked cardiac bonfire, Toughened muscles take time to burn, An atrophied, coarse chest slump, Once burned it is charcoal brittle. In the hall of mirrors' reflection, ICU, but do you see any of me? No salve - a scorched psyche set free. © 2026, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”

LovePoetryHeartbreakPsychologicalSurrealismLove And LossContemporary PoetryDark PoetryAnti ValentineStewart Stafford
Author:Stewart Stafford
Create image

“You know,” I said, pulling my sleeves over my hands, “I don’t think people should talk every day unless they mean it.” She looked at me. “What do you mean by ‘mean it’?” “I mean… unless they plan to stay. To actually be there. Because otherwise, you’re just giving someone a habit. A dependency. And when you leave, it’s not just absence. It’s withdrawal.” She blinked, and said, “You’re not mad at them. You’re mad you let it feel like forever.” I laughed softly. “Exactly.”

LovePoetryHeartbreakLonliness
Book:I carried me here
Create image

“Every person has a secret inventory of "things". I call them objects of attachment - things that refuse to be forgotten. Perhaps it's a place, a smell, a business card. Whatever it is, they refuse to go unnoticed. These objects are enchanted, taking us back to another time or another place, where things are very different from the way they are now. They make us nostalgic. Playing back memories like old black and white movies, flickering with shimmer and warmth. They are hard to avoid - popping up when your mind is distracted. And regardless of what you threw away, or donated to charity, that is where you find yourself - staring at the game of Scrabble, wondering exactly how each piece used to fit. While I know my inventory and have studied it well, I often wonder which objects I am attached to. And I find myself hoping that one day you find me, unexpectedly tucked away in the back of your closet, or a messy desk drawer - and remember exactly what we once were.”

LovePoetryHeartbreakRomanticHeartbrokenLove Poems
Book:where i am
Create image

“People come and go all the time but I’ve built a castle around me, making it hard for anyone to enter. I just want to feel safe. I just want to be fine. But then someone leaves and I am alone and now I wish for nothing more than people people all kinds of people to come into my castle where we can sit in a ring and hold hands and tell stories and keep warm. Everyone would be welcome. Everyone would just love each other and I would heal. slowly. remembering all the things I’ve written before. but it’s so hard now. poetry says so little some days. but i know it will, soon, again. I have no one around so I talk to myself, turned the mic on one night and somewhere on the way I formulated proper thoughts and real ideas, and my heart felt a little better after every hour and I fell in love with the thought that maybe by sharing the things that keep me up at night, I could help someone else, maybe? Or just, have a conversation with you? If you care? I would love to let you in—into my castle—the door is open. It’s like ... I’m sitting on a chair with my hands resting on my legs, palms turned open to the sky. I have so little in me, but I would give you whatever I can. just … stay? a little? hold my hand? tell me something. Loneliness is so hard when you’re left in it.”

LovePoetryLonelinessDepressionHeartbreakLonelyAloneIsolationEmptinessCharlotte Eriksson
Book:He loved me some days. I'm sure he did: 99 essays on growth through loss
Create image

“How Love Leaves You There is no telling how you will love when you do, if you will let it consume you or free you. If love is a chain-link fence or a pair of wings. If love comes on a Monday morning or a Sunday afternoon. Who knows what gifts or sorrows it will bring? But we all know the story of how love leaves you, if you think back to when it last left. And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.”

LovePoetryHeartbreak
Book:Love Looks Pretty on You
Create image

“It’s hard to say where this will take me My heart tends to run faster than my feet, but you walk across my thoughts like a visitor in the city, careful to not leave footprints of his own, but failing to stay hidden from every passerby coming through My heart’s been broken before but, still, it yearns to hear your name It’s hard to say where this will take me, but, if you’re there, I’ll go too”

LovePoetryPoemHeartbreakLove Quotes And SayingsHeartbreak Quotes
Book:September Was Yellow Flowers
Create image

“There was magic. Some kind of alchemy. I don't remember the moment you transformed from a prop into a main character. No, that's not what happened. I don't remember when you shape- shifted from an elf into a Prince. No, that isn't it either. What I really mean is: I don't know if we were meant to fall into each other all along or if you were just in the right place at the right time. Yes, I found safety in your arms in the middle of a hurricane I chose to escape, and I still don't know how it would have turned out if someone else came to my door that day. Or if you never held me. Or if I never cried. Or if everything hadn't been so fairy tale. Until it wasn't. Do you see the magic now, now that it's too late? Do you still remember me? Do I still remember you? And what, in the end, have we learned? Is it really better to have loved and lost? Was it love for you? Who now is dying faster from the lonely?”

LovePoetryRelationshipsHeartbreakHeartacheLost LoveMissing YouBreak UpsLonely PeopleBreak Up Quote
Author:Vironika Tugaleva
Create image

“Whether to look for you on earth -- I don't know if you're dead or you live -- Or about you in the evening I should for you, departed, grieve. All is for you: and the daily prayer And the sleeplessness' swooning flame And the white flock of my poems And my eyes' blue violent flame. No one was dearer to me, no one, No one left me this bereft, Not even he who betrayed me to torment, Not even he who caressed, then left.”

LoveDeathPoetryLossHeartbreakSeparationRussian
Author:Anna Akhmatova
Create image

“All has been taken: strength as well as love. Into the unloved town the corpse is thrown. It does not love the sun. I fear, that blood Inside of me already cold has grown. I do not recognize sweet Muse's loving taste: She looks ahead and does not let a word pass, And bows a head in the dark garland dressed Onto my chest, exhausted from the haste. And only conscience, scarier with each day, Wants a great ransom and for this abuses. Closing the face, I answer her this way. But there remain no tears and no excuses.”

LovePainDeathPoetryLossHeartbreakRussian
Author:Anna Akhmatova
Create image