Top 100 Poetry Life Quotes
#1. Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#2. If a man comes to the door of poetry untouched by the madness of the Muses, believing that technique alone will make him a good poet, he and his sane compositions never reach perfection, but are utterly eclipsed by the performances of the inspired madman.
Socrates
#3. At the end of the day
all we ever need is
something
that helped
pass the time
and something
that keeps time from passing.
Sanober Khan
#4. I don't know a better preparation for life than a love of poetry and a good digestion.
Zona Gale
#5. I build boxes
and place them at your feet,
to measure the distance
between dreams and reality.
Jessica Kristie
#6. I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.
Sanober Khan
#7. Dream is nothing but lust
Gain is nothing but dust
Strong is standing to fall
Iron is waiting to rust
Nadeem Fraz
#8. Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty.
Jim Carroll
#9. A person who wants a pure and simple life can start a war within themselves and with society
Lisa C. Miller
#10. Science ask facts and religion ask faith, humans are confused between life and death.
Santosh Kalwar
#11. True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love's sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
#12. What is a course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen?
Henry David Thoreau
#13. [Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with its arms up yelling let's buy it what a bargain!
Anne Carson
#14. They cannot understand that the figure of a laborer - some furrows in a plowed field, a bit of sand, sea and sky - are serious objects, so difficult but at the same time so beautiful, that it is indeed worth while to devote one's life to the task of expressing the poetry hidden in them.
Brenda Ueland
#16. Language, thought, analysis, art, dance, poetry, mythmaking: these are the things that point the way toward the realm of the eschaton.
Terence McKenna
#17. A hallowed frequency within
That, even in your darkest hour,
You can always turn to.
Scott Hastie
#18. If I never meet you
In this life
Let me feel the lack
A glance from your eyes
Then my life
Will be yours
James Jones
#19. He who writes poetry is not a poet. He whose poetry has become his life, and who has made his life his poetry - it is he who is a poet.
Subramanya Bharathi
#20. I've never seen beauty
so devastating
as in the lines
that trace our hope
and fall from the stars.
Jessica Kristie
#21. You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.
Jenim Dibie
#22. May the energy of the day always call for celebration. Barbara Botch
Barbara Botch
#23. Parting
One is strong, a child now grown
The other weak, a parent aged
-
The strong once feeble
The weak once mighty
-
Time, the infinity
has marked them ...
Muse
#24. You can't build a life
on another human being. We're foundations
of sand. We're Atlas buckling under the sky.
Elisabeth Hewer
#25. Life has sadness, joy, beauty, like poetry.
So be passionate and write a great story.
Debasish Mridha
#26. Free from ivory-tower
the pencil twirls
across the footpath
Santosh Kalwar
#27. Life is never beautiful, but only the pictures of life are so in the transfiguring mirror of art or poetry; especially in youth, when we do not yet know it. Many a youth would receive great peace of mind if one could assist him to this knowledge.
Arthur Schopenhauer
#28. I believe in reverencing anything in the life of man which has the testimony of the ages as being unexcelled, whether it be literature, paintings, poetry, tombs -- even a golf hole.
C.B. MacDonald
#29. I ain't scared to lend a hand
I ain't scared to clench it either
Mie Hansson
#30. It's a good thing to get poetry off the shelves and more into public life.
Billy Collins
#31. Even though I am the daughter of a poet, and my stepmother is also a poet, growing up, I didn't think I could understand poetry; I didn't think that it had any relevance to my life, the feelings that I endured on a day-to-day basis, until I was introduced to the right poem.
Natasha Trethewey
#34. I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.
Phil Volatile
#35. It was her laughter that made me love her. Her shy inappropriate madness is what made her beautiful.
Jay Long
#36. Imagining is in itself the very height and life of poetry, which, by a kind of enthusiasm or extraordinary emotion of the soul, makes it seem to us that we behold those things which the poet paints.
John Dryden
#37. Sometimes life requires more of you than you have to give & demands you plunge into the reinvention of yourself if you truly wanna live.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#38. If the colour of life turns grey turn the palette the other way
Benny Bellamacina
#41. Feel no fear before the multitude of men, do not run in panic,
but let each man bear his shield straight toward the fore-fighters,
regarding his own life as hateful and holding the dark spirits of death as dear as the radiance of the sun.
Tyrtaeus
#42. I thought to spend my declining years writing poetry and teaching - but that won't pay the Bergdorf's bill. I think I'll move to somewhere life is cheaper.
Erica Jong
#43. The words 'I Love You' kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
Aberjhani
#45. It may be that poetry makes life's nebulous events tangible to me and restores their detail; or conversely, that poetry brings forth the intangible quality of incidents which are all too concrete and circumstantial. Or each on specific occasions, or both all the time.
Frank O'Hara
#47. A life without books is a thirsty life, and one without poetry is ... like a life without pictures.
Stephen King
#48. Admittedly or not, conscious or unconscious, the poetic state, a transcendent experience of life, is what the public is fundamentally seeking through love, crime, drugs, war, or insurrection.
Antonin Artaud
#49. I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.
Ted Hughes
#50. People don't gotta like the same stuff. If they did, life would be pretty boring.
Erin Bowman
#51. You're my story,
you're my poetry,
you're my flower
you're my deep driving desire.
Debasish Mridha
#52. some winters
will never melt
some summers
will never freeze
and some things will only
... live in poems.
Sanober Khan
#53. Poetry is a pure meritocracy. There's no room for ambiguity: either a poem moves you and opens up new vistas in life, or it doesn't. It's completely objective, and the best always rise to the top.
Jim Goetz
#54. When I think of Robert Frost's poems, like "The Road Not Taken", I feel the support of someone who is on my side, who understands what life's choices are like, someone who says, "I've been there, and it's okay to go on".
Fred Rogers
#55. Read. Read every chance you get. Read to keep growing. Read history. Read poetry. Read for pure enjoyment. Read a book called Life on a Little Known Planet. It's about insects. It will make you feel better.
David McCullough
#57. You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
Madeleine L'Engle
#58. Nothing is lifeless
when the moon writes its screed
on the silvern sand silence
-From the poem:The Universe In Blossom
Munia Khan
#59. Life, it turns out, isn't poetry! And do you know why? Because it's so resistant to criticism!
Andrzej Sapkowski
#60. There is nothing to me but you. I know it's pathetic but, oh darling, it's true.
F.K. Preston
#61. I am trying to both be happy and pay attention to the world around me. I do not know if it is possible to do both at the same time.
Blythe Baird
#62. Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.
Mahmoud Darwish
#63. Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
William Faulkner
#64. There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen
Jessica-Lynn Barbour
#65. There is no poetry or song.
There is no short or long.
There is only you.
Debasish Mridha
#66. Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
Phar West Nagle
#67. Steep fall to the ground
shattering
like clay pigeons
missed
by bad shots
and unsteady hands.
Jessica Kristie
#68. Poetry is more than just art, it's like super glue to a broken heart. It can also be a light when your life seems a little dark.
Delano Johnson
#69. Forced relations between two things that superficially appear foreign create a new, instantaneous state. Authentic poetry asks nothing more. A kinship completely nonexistent moments ago was created by the poet's authority, just as it might have been created in life by the authority of chance.
Odysseus Elytis
#70. this life
has been
a landscape
of pain
and still,
flowers
bloom in it.
Sanober Khan
#71. There are two kinds of love. One kind you live with, the other you write poetry about.
Debasish Mridha
#72. Nothing conceivable is so petty, so insipid, so crowded with paltry interests, in one word, so anti-poetic, as the life of a man in the United States.
Alexis De Tocqueville
#73. Life makes writing poetry necessary to prove I really was paying attention.
Mark Strand
#74. Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.
Jenim Dibie
#75. As men advance in life, all passions resolve themselves into money. Love, ambition, even poetry, end in this.
Benjamin Disraeli
#76. Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.
Carl Sandburg
#77. even in death, his last breath was poetry
existing in the wind
and on the breeze of
"it used to be likes"
forever remembering,
yet never reliving
his life
will never be what it used to be like.
N'Zuri Za Austin
#78. Sometimes having little or no money makes you want to steal and live your life the only way you want to
Martellis Thurmand
#79. It is absurd and anti-life to be a part of a system that compels you to listen to a stranger reading poetry when you want to learn to construct buildings, or to sit with a stranger discussing the construction of buildings when you want to read poetry.
John Taylor Gatto
#80. the hope is small
but it is everything.
AVA.
#81. Loneliness of heart
In the still of the night my heart doth cry out, who can hear it for time is far spent. In the darkness in the shadow of the depth I find isolation and fear ...
M.I. Ghostwriter
#82. Fuck I hate fucks
Who think they're so fucking great
They know everything about fucking,
When they're just fucking fucks fucking!
And no one changes the fucking world
When they keep fucking to another fuck's fuck.
Initially NO
#83. Everything is an echo of something I once read.
Dream, hope, and celebrate life!
Love always comes back in a song.
One thing we all have in common is a love for food and drink.
Memories never die, and dreams never end!
What is time?
John Siwicki
#84. Like a speeding train
I am passing by...
I don't know
where I'm heading
with whom or why
all I know is that
I will never, ever
pass from here again
all I know is I'm skidding forward
on this track of life.
Sanober Khan
#85. How light the raindrop's contents are;
how gently the world touches me.
From View With a Grain of Sand
Wislawa Szymborska
#86. Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.
Juan Ramon Jimenez
#87. The manifestation of poetry in external life is formal perfection. True sentiment grows within, and art must represent internal phenomena externally.
Franz Grillparzer
#88. Everything is connected. We see the signs every moment. There are miracles waiting to happen!
Avijeet Das
#89. Politics, poverty, riches, etc - these are but backdrops for the grand cinema, the opera: the glory of your life. Sure, change the backdrops, make them better, but it is this inside-ness that matters most. Nothing else, at the last breath, matters, but your very own poetry. The glory of living.
Alex Ebert
#90. And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.
Nadege Richards
#91. This is my life and lovestory listen losely and hold on tight this a roller coaster hell of a ride
Patrick Cruz
#92. She made a firm resolution, one of the resolutions she was making almost daily these days. No more sleepovers, no more writing poetry, no more wasting time. Time to tidy up your life. Time to start again.
David Nicholls
#93. Sometimes you know that you are destined to die, but somehow you are given a parenthesis after the punctuation mark: more years, more time that wasn't meant for you but still was meant for you, a bridge stretching out into the stars, a confidence built of invisible threads, a miracle.
Lene Fogelberg
#94. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Virginia Woolf
#95. I balance you
on the end of my pen.
Teetering between love
and letting go.
Jessica Kristie
#96. Songs. Books. Poetry. Paintings. These things reveal truth. I believe lies and truth are tangled together.
Brenda Sutton Rose
#97. Reality is not made of dreams, until you make them real.
Soar
#98. No method nor discipline can supersede the necessity of being forever on the alert. What is a course of history, or philosophy, or poetry, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen? Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer?
Henry David Thoreau
#99. I'll be writing as long as I can hold a pen in my curled, crimped arthritic hands and then I'll dictate it, if it comes to that. They'll have to pry my pen out of my cold, dead fingers - and even then, I'll fight 'em for it. Guaranteed.
Wanda Lea Brayton
