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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 1,261-1,290 of 3,000) Mary Oliver How I go to the woods Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much. ? Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems tags: inspiration, love, nature, poetry, prayer, spirituality 140 likes Like Kami Garcia Nobody the dead man & Nobody the living Nobody is giving in & Nobody is giving Nobody hears me but just Nobody cares Nobody fears me but Nobody just stares Nobody belongs to me & Nobody remains No Nobody knows nothing All that remains are remains ? Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures tags: nobody, poetry 42 likes Like

Charles Bukowski Most people are much better at saying things in letters than in conversation, and some people can write artistic, inventive letters, but when they try a poem or story or novel they become pretentious. ? Charles Bukowski, Women tags: conversation, poetry, writing 33 likes Like Mary Oliver When When it s over, it s over, and we don t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss. ? Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems tags: love, nature, poetry 28 likes Like Pablo Neruda Te amo sin saber cmo, ni cundo, ni de dnde, te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo: as te amo porque no s amar de otra manera, sino as de este modo en que no soy ni eres, tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es ma, tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueo. ? Pablo Neruda, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems tags: love, poetry 22 likes Like Pablo Neruda By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness ? Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets tags: darkness, love, poetry 21 likes Like Wislawa Szymborska When it comes, you ll be dreaming that you don t need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it s part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark. ? Wislawa Szymborska tags: death, poetry 20 likes Like Criss Jami The best ideas will eat at you for days, maybe even weeks, until something, some incident, some impulse, triggers you to finally express them. ? Criss Jami tags: art, contemplation, creativity, days, eat, expression, ideas, impulse, inc idents, lingering, lyrics, music, philosophy, poetry, thinking, thoughts, trigge r, weeks, writing 18 likes Like Joy Harjo To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you And know there is more That you can't see, can't hear Can't know except in moments Steadly growing, and in languages That aren't always sound but other Circles of motion.

Like eagle that Sunday morning Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky In wind, swept our hearts clean With sacred wings. We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe, knowing We are truly blessed because we Were born, and die soon within a True circle of motion, Like eagle rounding out the morning Inside us. We pray that it will be done In beauty. In beauty. ? Joy Harjo tags: poetry 18 likes Like Sylvia Plath Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call. ? Sylvia Plath, Ariel tags: death, depression, poetry, sadness, suicide 16 likes Like Adrienne Rich We may feel bitterly how little our poems can do in the face of seemingly out of control technological power and seemingly limitless corporate greed, yet it has always been true that poetry can break isolation, show us to ourselves when we a re outlawed or made invisible, remind us of beauty where no beauty seems possibl e, remind us kinship where all is represented as separation." (Defy the Space That Separates, The Nation, October 7, 1996) ? Adrienne Rich tags: beauty, kinship, poetry, power-of-words 16 likes Like Mary Oliver Dogfish I wanted The past to go away, I wanted To leave it, like another country; I wanted My life to close, and open Like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song Where it falls Down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted To hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know, Whoever I was, I was Alive For a little while. mostly, I want to be kind. And nobody, of course, is kind, Or mean, For a simple reason.

And nobody gets out of it, having to Swim through the fires to stay in This world. ? Mary Oliver tags: kindness, poetry 15 likes Like Percy Bysshe Shelley Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last! ? Percy Bysshe Shelley tags: adonais, kiss, poetry, romantic, romanticism 13 likes Like Leonard Cohen At first first nothing will happen to us and later on it will happen to us again. ? Leonard Cohen tags: humanity, life, poetry 12 likes Like Dean Young ?I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo's cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping, another 75 of what you think staring at your window. ? Dean Young tags: love, poetry 10 likes Like Kevin Walker You are not worthless. Even if you've been called that your entire life. ? Kevin Walker, These Moments Pass: Poems tags: poetry, worth, worthless 9 likes Like T.S. Eliot Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion, it is not t he expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, on ly those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. ? T.S. Eliot tags: emotion, personality, poetry 7 likes Like Fanny Howe Why does a heart wear its eyes into hell like slivers of false sunshine ? Fanny Howe tags: poetry 7 likes Like On the shining yards of heaven See a wider dawn unfurled. . . . The eternal slaves of beauty Are the masters of the world. ? Bliss Carman, Songs from Vagabondia tags: beauty, poetry 6 likes Like Donald Justice Go then, O my inseperable, this once more, ? Donald Justice, Collected Poems tags: poetry 6 likes Like Everything is all right, When you re here, When you re right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don t leave me, Don t leave me empty handed. ? Elizabeth Brooks tags: breaking-up, breakup, heartache, leaving, loneliness, love, poem, poetry, poetry-love, sadness-love 6 likes Like W.H. Auden Base words are uttered only by the base

And can for such at once be understood; But noble platitudes ah, there's a case Where the most careful scrutiny is needed To tell a voice that's genuinely good From one that's base but merely has succeeded. ? W.H. Auden, Collected Poems tags: baseness, embroidery, meaning, platitudes, poetry, skill, talent, writing 6 likes Like Rainer Maria Rilke we want it visible to show when even the most visible joy will reveal itself only when we have transformed it within. there s nowhere, my love, the world can exist expect within. ? Rainer Maria Rilke tags: joy, love, poet, poetry 6 likes Like Richelle E. Goodrich A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions. A poet chisels away a t our own sensibilities, shaping our vision while molding our hearts. A poet wr aps words around our own feelings and presents them as fresh gifts to humanity. ? Richelle E. Goodrich tags: artist, inspirational-quotes, poet, poetry, richelle, richelle-goodrich 5 likes Like . . .because we had survived sisters and brothers, daughters and sons, we discovered bones that rose from the dark earth and sang as white birds in the trees Because the story of our life becomes our life Because each of us tells the same story