Top 100 Poetry Love Quotes
#1. What are the sources of poetry? Love and death and the paradox of love and death. All poetry from the beginning is about Eros and Thanatos. Those are the only subjects. And how Eros and Thanatos interweave.
Erica Jong
#2. In the dance, one finds the cinema, the comic strips, the Olympic hundred meters and swimming, and what's more, poetry, love and tenderness.
Maurice Bejart
#4. What do I believe in? Imagination, gardens, science, poetry, love, and a variety of nonviolent consolations. I suspect that in this aggregate all this isn't enough, but that's where I am for now.
Teju Cole
#5. Conversation may be compared to a lyre with seven chords - philosophy, art, poetry, love, scandal, and the weather.
Anna Jameson
#6. As men advance in life, all passions resolve themselves into money. Love, ambition, even poetry, end in this.
Benjamin Disraeli
#7. No holy place existed without us then,
no woodland, no dance, no sound.
Beyond all hope, I prayed those timeless
days we spent might be made twice as long.
I prayed one word: I want.
Someone, I tell you, will remember us,
even in another time.
Sappho
#8. In your sky, you are the brightest star.
Without you light, it's dark like tar.
So love yourself to enlighten others.
Debasish Mridha
#9. For me, movies and television are interesting because they are the dominant storytelling form of our time. My first love will always be fiction, and especially novels, but I'm a writer ... I write poetry and essays and criticism and I'd love to write a whole play, and sometimes I even write scripts.
Jess Walter
#10. Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.
Jenim Dibie
#11. I think many people love poetry who don't know they love it. People are sometimes afraid of poetry, or they've been introduced to poetry that doesn't speak to them.
Ellen Bass
#12. What men call love is a very small, restricted, feeble thing compared with this ineffable orgy, this divine prostitution of the soul giving itself entire, all its poetry and all its charity, to the unexpected as it comes along, to the stranger as he passes.
Charles Baudelaire
#13. There are two kinds of love. One kind you live with, the other you write poetry about.
Debasish Mridha
#14. everything i know about love
is that it hurts
and is almost always never returned
the way you want it to.
but i have hope
because i do not know everything.
AVA.
#15. I have a sickness doctors can't cure,
Inexorably pulling me to the well of my destruction,
Consented to be a sacrifice, killed for her love,
Eager, like the drunk gulping wine mixed with poison,
Shameless were those my nights,
Yet my soul loved them beyond all passion.
Ibn Hazm
#16. Steep fall to the ground
shattering
like clay pigeons
missed
by bad shots
and unsteady hands.
Jessica Kristie
#17. keep following your heart.
it won't always be easy, but it'll be the most important thing you'll do.
AVA.
#19. 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
#20. your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are waking up from.
Sanober Khan
#21. There is no poetry or song.
There is no short or long.
There is only you.
Debasish Mridha
#22. I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters,
but I always seem to lay us out bare.
Sorry for the poems.
Unknown
#23. You're my story,
you're my poetry,
you're my flower
you're my deep driving desire.
Debasish Mridha
#24. remember you are capable of the most powerful thing in the universe.
you are capable of love.
AVA.
#25. The problem with love is not what we feel but what we wish we felt when we began to feel we should feel something.
Nikki Giovanni
#26. There is nothing to me but you. I know it's pathetic but, oh darling, it's true.
F.K. Preston
#27. This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
Mary Oliver
#28. Sometimes the rain
falls
just for you and me
to be the violin
playing
in the background
of our loneliness's song.
Sanober Khan
#29. In this universe there are no time machines or keys that can turn hearts back around.
Sarah Tregay
#30. O serpent heart hid with a flowering face!
Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant, feind angelical, dove feather raven, wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of devinest show, just opposite to what thou justly seemest - A dammed saint, an honourable villain!
William Shakespeare
#31. Forever, if she promises to never part the ocean where the river sings.
Delano Johnson
#32. In this quiet place on a quiet street
where no one ever finds us
gently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.
from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street
Aberjhani
#34. I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.
Jenim Dibie
#35. Love's language is imprecise,
fits more like mittens than gloves.
Jeannine Atkins
#36. I have always been a fire, and everyone I loved walked away as ashes, until I met a phoenix who was born to love flames.
Jenim Dibie
#37. This is hell,
but I planned it. I sawed it,
I nailed it, and I
will live in it until it kills me.
I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand crosspiece but
I can't do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife.
Alan Dugan
#38. I fain would follow love, if that could be;
I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.
Alfred Tennyson
#39. There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen
Jessica-Lynn Barbour
#40. every choice i have ever made after you existed
has been dependent on exactly
how close i can have you next to me
and how long i can get you to stay.
AVA.
#41. She captured the spot of my world's centre and sent me in elliptic rings about it, causing the ground beneath me to vanish and the breath of my lungs to disperse. I was a rock locked in helpless orbit.
Richard Ronald Allan
#42. And they can't understand, what hurts more - Missing the other person, or pretending not to.
Khadija Rupa
#43. 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
#44. 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.
Lang Leav
#45. she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.
Christopher Poindexter
#46. Don't you just love poetry that gives you a crinkly feeling up and down your back?
L.M. Montgomery
#47. I define influence simply as literary love, tempered by defense. The defenses vary from poet to poet. But the overwhelming presence of love is vital to understanding how great literature works.
Harold Bloom
#48. I balance you
on the end of my pen.
Teetering between love
and letting go.
Jessica Kristie
#49. Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip, loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips.
Tupac Shakur
#50. Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am
Christopher Poindexter
#51. I never thought I'd be doing poetry books. I never really studied poetry. But the first one I did was after my mother died, and I realized that people sort of think and talk about her style and fashion, but in fact, what made her the person she was was really her love of reading and ideas.
Caroline Kennedy
#52. He who does not know how to encircle a girl so that she loses sight of everything he does not want her to see, he who does not know how to poetize himself into a girl so that it is from her that everything proceeds as he wants it-he is and remains a bungler
Soren Kierkegaard
#53. everyone is in a hurry and things are always disappearing, and i am always left standing here--
alone, waiting for the things that stay.
AVA.
#55. He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!
E.A. Bucchianeri
#56. 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
#57. While the world has found the right names for all chronic mental diseases, I believe poetry is also a brain dysfunction, yet the only one that owns itself the mastery for the cure. Isn't it lovely to say, "He/She suffers of Poetry?".
Ioana-Cristina Casapu
#58. I'm like a toy to her, a toy that someone has promised her. Maybe not her favorite, but still hers.
Nicole Gulla
#59. I wanna make growing old with you
the last poem I ever have to write
Michael Biondi
#60. no one needs love from you
more than you need love from you.
love yourself first,
and you will always be in love.
AVA.
#61. The wind has a purpose - to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you ...
John Geddes
#62. Everything is connected. We see the signs every moment. There are miracles waiting to happen!
Avijeet Das
#63. A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.
- ATTICUS
Atticus Poetry
#64. We made love outdoors
Without a roof, I like most,
Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.
Roman Payne
#65. I choose to love this time for once
with all my intelligence
-from Splittings
Adrienne Rich
#66. What exists in this heart is not imaginary. This hand would not grasp air in trying to hold you, nor this eye blind itself in searching for you in vain.
Chrissy Moon
#67. 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
#68. I love films. I love music. I love poetry and stories. All of that I feel ... I sort of get very excited and fed by.
Ben Whishaw
#69. 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
#70. the hope is small
but it is everything.
AVA.
#71. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...
John Geddes
#72. I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
Amanda Mosher
#73. I love the simple poetry of theater, where you can stand in a spotlight on a stage and wrap a coat around you, and say, 'It was 1860 and it was winter ... '
Gary Oldman
#74. In its truest manifestation, where it gives judgments, poetry is super-luxury. It would be interesting to see what would happen to a High Court judge if he were forced to follow the true poetic formula, doing the job for love, being forced into pubs for relief.
Patrick Kavanagh
#75. A poem in the heart is worth
more than a million dollars
in the bank account.
Sanober Khan
#76. I am my own reflection
But when I look at me
I can see your affliction
Munia Khan
#78. The respect + love for humanity that's why I travel.
We are all special and gifted beings, no matter our religious differences. The message should be peace,
love and prosperity. There should be no adversity but solidarity.
Henry Johnson Jr
#79. I may not always be with you
But when we're far apart
Remember you will be with me
Right inside my heart
Marc Wambolt
#80. I think of New York City lost in stars
forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love
Tonight the night is full;
Gregory Corso
#81. Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.
Derek Walcott
#82. Pices : Without you I'm nothing,you're my everything
Aquarius : Without you I'm lonely and unpretty,you're my happiness and beauty
Patrick Cruz
#83. If it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart ...
John Geddes
#84. stay curious and stay the brave, strong, unrelenting soldier of love that you are.
AVA.
#85. There's a love of rhetorical skill in the Muslim world. Osama bin Laden doesn't just go on tape cassettes and say, 'America sucks.' He recites poetry; he finds things that 'America sucks' rhymes with.
P. J. O'Rourke
#86. show me all the parts of you
that you do not love
so i know where to begin.
AVA.
#87. Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.
Chrissy Moon
#88. I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar!
Margarita Engle
#90. 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
#91. Write poetry as if you were in love. If you are always in love you will not always write the same poem, but if you are never in love, you may.
- from My Olivetti Speaks
Kenneth Koch
#92. I've never seen beauty
so devastating
as in the lines
that trace our hope
and fall from the stars.
Jessica Kristie
#93. She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.
Atticus Poetry
#94. They have the guns, we have the poets. Therefore, we will win.
Howard Zinn
#95. And if i
if i ever let love go
because the hatred and the whisperings
become a phantom dictate i o-
bey in lieu of impulse and realities
(the blossoming flamingos of my
wild mimosa trees)
then let love freeze me
out.
(from i must become a menace to my enemies)
June Jordan
#96. Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#97. [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
#98. 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
#99. Poetry has saved me on occasions when people couldn't.
Sanober Khan
#100. Part of what we love about poetry is the fact that it seems ancient, that it has an authority of ancient language and ancient form, and that it's timeless, that it reaches back.
Robert Morgan
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