Quotes About Poetry

Mathematics and poetry are the two ways to drink the beauty of truth.

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!

An art is a poetry but only a few can read it.

Life is a never-ending poetry of love.

Flowers are the poetry of the earth we are supposed to love and understand.

Be a poet and write your own unique poetry of life.

Love is the magic ink, which transform everyday life into a poetry.

The moon is a poem in a starry night.

There are two kinds of love. One kind you live with, the other you write poetry about.

Poetry is an act of love. Without love life is impossible. Without poetry love has no exuberance.

Without poetry, love has no exuberance.

My love flew over the boundary of time with incredible beauty and notorious rhyme.

Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns.Still pretty, But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.

She placed her hand on her chest and thought, 'So this is what the poets write about'.

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.

Her words dance on the page.

...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

I like things that go into hidden, mysterious places, places I want to explore that are very disturbing. In that disturbing thing, there is sometimes tremendous poetry and truth.

My paintings repeat a feeling about Lake Michigan, or water, or fields...it's more like a poem...and that's what I want to paint.

Do you know who W.H. Auden was, Mr. Iscariot? W.H. Auden was a poet who once said, "God may reduce you on Judgement Day to tears of shame reciting by heart the poems you would have written had your life been good"…She was my poem, Mr. Iscariot. Her and the kids. But mostly her. You cashed in for silver, Mr. Iscariot. But me? Me…I threw away gold. That's a fact. That's a natural fact.