Quotes About Poetry

.....Her eyebrows are the living example of nature.

Your smile is poetry to my soul igniting flames of old

Poetry is a never ending journey.

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary.For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and ThouBeside me singing in the Wilderness -And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

You have that faraway look in your eyes that makes me want to pull you into my dreams, bring you to your knees worshiping me - desperately. You, the nectar and the muse of my poetry.

I love the echoes of a home filled to the rim with poetry, books and art.

We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!

Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.

Where there is love, there are plenty of things that rhyme.

Let your life be a vivacious poetry of love, compassion, kindness, and beauty.

I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair, and stars in her soul.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

They are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

Wrote you a poem or two. You didn't enjoy them, but I did for you.

We grooved together with a rhythm so beautiful that I could feel the moment turned into poetry.

When I have worries, fears or a love affair, I have the luck of being able to transform it into a poem.

The Koran, the revealed word of God, was the closest thing to a miracle in Mohammed's life. He had not been a poet; he had no gift of words. Yet the verses of the Koran, as he received them and recited them to the faithful, were better than any verses which the professional poets of the tribes could produce. This, to the Arabs, was a miracle. To them the gift of words was the greatest gift, the poet was all-powerful.

Asking science to explain life and vital matters is equivalent to asking a grammarian to explain poetry.

Finally, I reckon that I am not immune to such an emotional defect. But I deal with it by having no access to information, except in rare circumstances. Again, I prefer to read poetry. If an event is important enough, it will find its way to my ears. I will return to this point in time.

Had Prozac been available last century, Baudelaire's "spleen," Edgar Allan Poe's moods, the poetry of Sylvia Plath, the lamentations of so many other poets, everything with a soul would have been silenced. …

The French thinker and poet Paul Valery was surprised to listen to a commentary of his poems that found meanings that had until then escaped him (of course, it was pointed out to him that these were intended by his subconscious).

Creo que la poesía y el teatro requieren las mismas cosas. Creo que requieren una absoluta inmovilidad, un pleno abandono, una total atención, un profundo silencio.

Frost wrote, "is that unless you are at home in the metaphor, unless you have had your proper poetical education in the metaphor, you are not safe anywhere. Because you are not at ease with figurative values: you don't know the metaphor in its strength and its weakness. . .