Jeje Buster edit profile friends help switch to mobile sign out my profile Goodreads: Book reviews, recommendations, and discussion search Home My Books Groups Recommendations genres listopia giveaways popular goodreads voice ebooks fun trivia quizzes quotes community creative writing people events Explore quote Quotes About Poetry Quotes tagged as "poetry" (showing 1,081-1,110 of 3,000) ??? ???? ???? ????? ???? ?? ??????? . ??? ?????? ??? ?? ???????? ???? ??? ??????? ???? ??? ???? ??????? * * * ????? ???? ?????? . ?? ?????? ??? ????? . ??? ?????? ??? ????? . ??? . ????? ?????? . ??? ????? ?????? ????? ?????? ???????? ?????? . . ??????? ??? ????? ???? . ???? ????? ??????? ????? ??????? ????? ?????? ! ?????? . ???? ???? ??? ???? ? ????? ???? ???? ?????? ??? ??? ????? . . ?????? ???? ???? ????? . . ???? ????? : . ?? ????? ???? ????? . ??? ????? ?????

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I'll stare at other women so blatantly you'll hear my eyes peeling, because sex with you is like Great Britain: cold, groggy, and a little uptight. Your bed is a big, soft calculator where my problems multiply. Your brain is a garage I park my bullshit in, for free. You're not really my new girlfriend, just another flop sequel of the first one, who was based on the true story of my mother. You're so ugly I forgot how to spell. I'll cheat on you like a ninth grade math test, break your heart just for the sound it makes. You're the 'this' we need to put an end to. The more you apologize, the less I forgive you. So how about it? ? Jeffrey McDaniel tags: poetry 40 likes Like Philip Larkin Morning, noon & bloody night, Seven sodding days a week, I slave at filthy WORK, that might Be done by any book-drunk freak. This goes on until I kick the bucket. FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT ? Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica tags: humour, letters-to-monica, poetry 39 likes Like Aberjhani The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion cools your fears with pea ce. ? Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams tags: famous-quotes, fear, fearlessness, haiku, meditation, national-poetry-mont h, nonviolent-conflict-resolution, passion, peace, poem-in-your-pocket-day, poet ry, spirituality, world-poetry-day 33 likes Like Omar Khayyam This world that was our home for a brief spell never brought us anything but pain and grief; its a shame that not one of our problems was ever solved. We depart with a thousand regrets in our hearts. ? Omar Khayyam tags: death, grief, home, life, pain, poetry, problems, regrets, world 33 likes Like Charles Baudelaire Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul, that soft summer morning

round a turning in the path, the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones, its legs in the air like a woman in need burning its wedding poisons like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs, I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart, one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead. ? Charles Baudelaire tags: dark-poetry, death, horror, murder, poetry, primal-scene, vampires 27 like s Like Louis L'Amour The Apache don't have a word for love," he said. "Know what they both say at the marriage? The squaw-taking ceremony?" "Tell me." "Varlebena. It means forever. That's all they say. ? Louis L'Amour, Hondo tags: marriage, poetry 25 likes Like Ralph Waldo Emerson Love what is simple and beautiful. These are the essentials. ? Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Tao of Emerson the Tao of Emerson tags: authors, emerson, kara-skye-smith, poems, poetry, quotes 24 likes Like Edgar Allan Poe To Helen I saw thee once-once only-years ago; I must not say how many-but not many. It was a july midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoeFell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That gave out, in return for the love-light Thier odorous souls in an ecstatic deathFell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted by thee, by the poetry of thy p rescence. Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moon Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses And on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow! Was it not Fate that, on this july midnightWas it not Fate (whose name is also sorrow) That bade me pause before that garden-gate, To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses? No footstep stirred; the hated world all slept, Save only thee and me. (Oh Heaven- oh, God! How my heart beats in coupling those two worlds!) Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked-

And in an instant all things disappeared. (Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!) The pearly lustre of the moon went out; The mossy banks and the meandering paths, The happy flowers and the repining trees, Were seen no more: the very roses' odors Died in the arms of the adoring airs. All- all expired save thee- save less than thou: Save only the divine light in thine eyesSave but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. I saw but them- they were the world to me. I saw but them- saw only them for hoursSaw only them until the moon went down. What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres! How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope! How silently serene a sea of pride! How daring an ambition!yet how deepHow fathomless a capacity for love! But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, Into western couch of thunder-cloud; And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained. They would not go- they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway home that night, They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They follow me- they lead me through the years. They are my ministers- yet I thier slave Thier office is to illumine and enkindleMy duty, to be saved by thier bright light, And purified in thier electric fire, And sanctified in thier Elysian fire. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), And are far up in heaven- the stars I kneel to In the sad, silent watches of my night; While even in the meridian glare of day I see them still- two sweetly scintillant Venuses, unextinguished by the sun! ? Edgar Allan Poe tags: classic-literature, edgar-allan-poe, poetry, romance 22 likes Like Paul Celan How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life. ? Paul Celan, Poems of Paul Celan tags: paul-celan, poetry 20 likes Like Luke Davies I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, wo rd becoming act. We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come fr om, where the waters begin. -In the yellow time of pollen

? Luke Davies tags: poem, poet, poetry, poetry-quotes 20 likes Like Emily Dickinson To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie True Poems flee ? Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems tags: poetry 17 likes Like Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for the war to be fought which will make the world safe for anarchy ? Lawrence Ferlinghetti, A Coney Island of the Mind tags: irony, poetry 17 likes Like Leonard Nimoy Rocket ships are exciting but so are roses on a birthday. ? Leonard Nimoy, Come Be With Me tags: genius, poetry, space-exploration 15 likes Like Vladimir Nabokov while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point of space, the poet feels everything that happens in one point of time. ? Vladimir Nabokov tags: nabokov, poetry, science 15 likes Like Jess C. Scott The townspeople took the prince for dead When he never returned with the dragon s head When with her, he stayed She thought he d be too afraid But he loved her too much instead. ? Jess C. Scott, Piety, Dragon Poems tags: dragon, dragons, fantasy, love, lovers, poems, poetry 13 likes Like John Berryman These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort. ? John Berryman, The Dream Songs: Poems tags: poetry 13 likes Like W.H. Auden Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there s no place for us, my dear, yet there s no place for us. ? W.H. Auden tags: poetry 12 likes Like Edmund Spenser My love is like to ice, and I to fire; How comes it then that this her cold so great Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delay d by her heart-frozen cold; But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, And feel my flames augmented manifold! What more miraculous thing may be told, That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice; And ice, which is congeal d with senseless cold, Should kindle fire by wonderful device! Such is the power of love in gentle mind, That it can alter all the course of kind. ? Edmund Spenser, Amoretti and Epithalamion

tags: love, poetry 12 likes Like W.B. Yeats Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world ? W.B. Yeats tags: life, poetry 12 likes Like Brandon Scott Gorrell from my chair i can see the street and it seems depressing ? Brandon Scott Gorrell tags: depression, poetry 12 likes Like W.H. Davies What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows... ? W.H. Davies tags: leisure, poetry, time, w-h-davies 12 likes Like Stephen Greenblatt Poems are difficult to silence. ? Stephen Greenblatt tags: censorship, poems, poetry, silence, suppression 11 likes Like Richard Wilbur Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in w hich the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody. ? Richard Wilbur tags: poetry 10 likes Like William Wordsworth Surprised by joy- impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport-- Oh! with whom But thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind-But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, Have I been so beguiled as to be blind To my most grievous loss? -- That thought's return Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore, Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn, Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more; That neither present time, nor years unborn Could to my sight that heavenly face restore. ? William Wordsworth, The Works of William Wordsworth (Wordsworth Collection) tags: grief, loss, poetry 9 likes Like W.S. Merwin So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words ? W.S. Merwin tags: poetry, words 9 likes Like Aberjhani At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls. ? Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow: Quotations from a Life Ma de Out of Poetry tags: angel-poems, charlie-parker, creativity, diamonds, genius, jazz-appreciati

on-month, jazz-music, madness, national-poetry-month, pearls, poetry, poets, sax ophone-players 9 likes Like Tanya R. Liverman It's not what you go through that makes you strong: it is how you handle the situ ation that gives you strength. ? Tanya R. Liverman, Journey to Legacy: A Poetic Timeline of My Life tags: inspirational, poetry 7 likes Like W.S. Merwin Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems o f Lorca. ? W.S. Merwin tags: contemporary-poetry, federico-garcia-lorca, modern-poetry, poetry, spanish -literature 6 likes Like previous 1 2 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 99 100 next All Quotes | My Quotes | Add A Quote

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