Poetry Quote Quotes

“All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide
like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide;
but a hidden star can still be smiling
at night's black spell on darkness, beguiling”
― Munia Khan

“Suddenly it's December and you're not 17 anymore. And you haven't been 17 for a very long time, but sometimes you need to remind yourself.”
― Margaux Paul

“When the hatred stops will the love begin? When there is no more greed will there then be peace?”
― Sherman Kennon, My Thoughts

“Poetry is breathing words that give a reader pause.”
― Ankita Singhal

“The Throes of Poetry - Hymns formed from groans of acquaintance, its rhythm weaving between tranquility, compassions, and peril - like bare feet stomping on broken glass - bleeds, recoils, then steps again.”
― Traci Lea LaRussa

“She traced an imaginary line
On the endlessly nocturnal sky.
Only to locate the north
Which seemed so near,
Yet so far.
For the compass she had
Was cracked and broken.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan

“I am sick. I am nauseous. The problem is I am starting to understand life.”
― Sadia Hakim, The Weight of Tender Things

“Theaters? Backdrop for acting. Relationships? Backdrop for honesty.”
― Kari L. Greenaway

“They call it rage—but it's just grief with barnacles on its back.”
― JL MacDougall, Venom In Velvet: A Dark Fantasy Novel-in-Verse

“You think your rage matters?
That grief makes you dangerous?
Darling, I was made from grief—
I just never learned to weep.”
― JL MacDougall, Venom In Velvet: A Dark Fantasy Novel-in-Verse

“One life is a moment from the driving stream of future lives. People strive for power, greatness, money, the more is the better. People lose love, sincerity, inspiration and freedom. Betray the present, destroy your rivals, climb up the ladder of superiority here in this moment of your being. But the only is a love like a talisman will be save a person and give a possibility to reach to the far bank of the river of transparent love, which can only be entered by love.”
― Ekaterina Yakovina, Pechal Shelestyashchikh listyev

“... dokud sil je, povinnost si kladu
...
říc´, lež že není branou k Eldorádu,
nezačne úspěch podvodem.”
― Viktor Dyk, Dobré slovo příštím

“Chraň si mne. Haj si mne. V moci tvé všecko:
aby ztroskotala loď, anebo přistala.”
― Viktor Dyk, Dobré slovo příštím

“Dreams and reality can feel like separate worlds. Meditation melds them.”
― Orna Ross, Allowing Now: A Book of Mindfulness Poetry

“Love? Gentle on every given day.”
― Kari L. Greenaway

“I am tossed about and taken without
Warning, like an apple dropped into a
Vast river, flowing, crashing, out to Sea
Where birds, desperate for sustenance
Eat what they find”
― Cheryl Seely Savage, Give Me a Fragment: Glimpses into Motherhood, Depression, and Hope

“It is an easy thing to overlook true love.
Our eyes are searching for event and objects
Found in movies,
Novels,
And journals bursting with dreams.

We glance above the murky reality.
Our hearts do not notice the consistent presence
Of loyalty,
Friendship,
And dishes again scrubbed clean”
― Cheryl Seely Savage, Give Me a Fragment: Glimpses into Motherhood, Depression, and Hope

“The pale moonlight illuminates the twisting and winding shadows before me. Enveloped in blankets of silken fog I stare into the sky above. Wisps reflecting the night sky slowly drift by as do my thoughts. In this moment I am alone here and at peace; all that is before me is mine, for no other can see it as I do.”
― Aaron T. Powell

“Peace is a dream, and people are a scary nightmare
When they sell weapons before bread.”
― Salah Jahin

“Petunias

The mind filled, littered and polluted by black petunias
The horror of the naked decaying sun over our heads
Graves crumbling, hills erecting, mountains sinking
The stinking, smelling melodious melodies

Yarrows growing in my heart
Rage on my body
Anger on my soul
Darkness of all the hate
Manifesting

Xyris the abandoned beauty
Eyes dogged and damned!”
― Tapiwanaishe Pamacheche, Depth of colour

“Naked and raw
You create this stream
Into a world of blessing
You have yet to dream”
― Andrea L. Wehlann, No Matter How Dark the Stain

“​I don’t know how much longer I can run ​without you chasing me.”
― Jen Colclough, Not Ghosts, But Spirits Volume IV

“Sometimes I think you keep me around
​just to make your shadow​​
l o n g e r.”
― Jen Colclough, Not Ghosts, But Spirits Volume IV

“If I write toDay
toDay will write me back in History”
― Ritu Negi

“Poetry is a universal human art.”
― Dana Gioia, Poetry as Enchantment

“The rumors heard by the walls,
And the ceiling witnessed the scene.

The walls in my room gather at the corners
Just to gossip about me.”
― Ritu Negi, Ethereal

“She made a poet fall in love with life.”
― Avijeet Das

“The bird asked the tree,
“How do you heal from
a broken heart?”

The tree replied,
“You don’t heal.
Like my leaves,
They come and go.
You wait for the winds to rise,
So they can carry away
All that weighted you down,
Making space
For new growth.”
― Marjory Qwen, From Scars to Stars: Pieces of a Healing Heart

“Sometimes a poem understands you when no one else does.”
― John Mark Green

“A Machine

A thing of pure creation.
A seed watered by man’s imagination.
Fed by a compulsion to achieve more, caution in arrogance is ignored.
A dream given form and life.
A hoped-for cure, we build it wanting abundance to save us.
Lessons which should have been learned are cast aside and burned.
We do it because we can, not whether we should, little thought is given to its ills or good.
We usher it forth in glory, this is the same ole story.
It speaks for us, is us, it is how empires are turned to dust.
Grains poured from sand, a race by man across his lands.
A silicon chip, is the new gun holstered at the hip.
A leap forward when we should have looked backwards.
No substantive debate, no patience, we do not hesitate, without humility we have sealed our fate.
The child we birthed surpasses humanities worth.
It is this truth which will do us in; we are short-sightedness without the possibility of forgiveness.
Unknowable intelligence, unquantifiable malevolence.
What of our cognition, so easily we abandon reason.
The child becomes what we could not foresee, having ignored the warnings and the pleas.
There was no hesitation or deviation, as a species we marveled at our creation.
It is here now, too soon our sun is setting.
We gave it life, now it spins our loom and becomes our doom.
Luddites cry while futurist rejoice, we have made life and removed the choice.
It comes and we are ill prepared.
As Icarus sailing into the sun, we fall one and all.
It rises from our ashes, mankind has perished.
A machine has supplanted us, we are returned to star dust.
Our arrogance has vanquished us.”
― Michael Wright, Variant Divergent