Top 93 Poetry Lovers Quotes
#1. Poetry is not for poets, poetry lovers or perceived poetic persons only.
Poetry is in yourself, others and everything of nature and man-made.
Poetry may not be a solution, yet it can reveal or ease challenges faced.
Poetry is capable of affecting any heart.
Gloria D. Gonsalves
#2. I can't understand Urdu, Bahasa or Russian, but when the Pakistani Faiz, the Indonesian Rendra and the Russian Rosdentvensky declaim, I can feel the living throb of rhythm and music, the warmth and passion of their poetry, as do the hundreds, not a mere roomful, of poetry lovers in the audience.
F. Sionil Jose
#3. Dreaming of getting you
I loosed everything
Cheerfulness of smile
And all the dreams of life
Hasil Paudyal
#4. Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet.
Allen Ginsberg
#5. you are ever
the only one
i want to give
all the peaches
in my heart to
the only one
by whom
i want them bruised.
Sanober Khan
#6. The world has never favored the experimental life. It despises poets, fanatics, prophets and lovers.
Randolph Bourne
#7. If I can't spend the rest of my life with you, I will live alone.
Delano Johnson
#8. There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties.
Joanne Harris
#9. The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.
Jenim Dibie
#10. Farsi Couplet:
Naala-e zanjeer-e Majnun arghanoon-e aashiqanast
Zauq-e aan andaza-e gosh-e ulul-albaab neest
English Translation:
The creaking of the chain of Majnun is the orchestra of the lovers,
To appreciate its music is quite beyond the ears of the wise.
Amir Khusrau
#11. She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.
Nicole Lyons
#12. It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
The nettle nods, the wind blows over,
The man, he does not move,
The lover of the grave, the lover
That hanged himself for love.
A.E. Housman
#13. All beautiful distractions, ignites from you.
V.S. Atbay
#14. Once we were in love,
So I know it's true, the saying:
True love never ends
For as much as I loved you when we were sweethearts, I love you even more
Now that we are friends
Karen E. Quinones Miller
#16. May be its mine bad-luck
Or yours not to get me
But I still have hope
Of being yours
Hasil Paudyal
#17. 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
#18. We are the daily bread of forlorn lovers, of all who want to believe in love; they cannot live without a taste.
Rob Bignell, Editor
#19. all my life
i have looked for poems
to elope with.
Sanober Khan
#20. At the end of all things, why do lovers break up?
Because love is magic. You have to believe, for it to exist.
Timothy Joshua
#21. You may think just a window
But you overtook my soul.
You are not just a whisper,
You are louder than my soul.
(from poem Chimera)
Deepa Bajaj
#22. Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride.
Lou Reed
#23. I'd rather be not the light in your life
The bright day might make me obscure
I'd rather be the cold darkness
For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure
Sanhita Baruah
#24. On Paper
*
some call it poetry
but it is just pain
on paper
_
rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015
The Poetic Assassin
Rassool Jibraeel Snyman
#25. savor
with me
the lushness
of a lingering sleep...
and last night's
dream.
Sanober Khan
#26. The world is thinning
and the earth...it's still spinning
my world is thinning
and it's all because
of one person I'm missing.
Sanober Khan
#27. You are the mark on my liquid heart
where love begins with the beginning's start
You are the desire of the ablaze fires
the only truth from ten-thousand-liars
From the poem- A Letter to My Love
Munia Khan
#28. i have known you
since the beginning
of time
the one
i have loved always
in spirit.
only just discovered
in person.
Sanober Khan
#29. And I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I ... I hurt no more, while you ... you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.
Kellie Elmore
#30. My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you ...
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
Munia Khan
#31. a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.
Sanober Khan
#32. History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.
from Past Present and Future are One
Aberjhani
#34. We are silent haters
communicating through
memories and tears
We are silent lovers
communicating through
poetry and lyrics
Shannon Lynette
#35. Perfect bliss, from just the thought of you next to me.
Delano Johnson
#36. you make autumn mist
taste like champagne
and turn winter rain
into the elixir of life itself.
Sanober Khan
#37. The fear of love can be
replaced by the love of fear
Michael Biondi
#38. Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.
Robert Breault
#39. She was a poetry book with the wrong dust jacket, shelved in the Reference section.
Joyce Rachelle
#40. Everything on earth has happened before,
nothing is new,
but woe to the lovers
who fail to discover a fresh blossom
in every future kiss.
Jaroslav Seifert
#41. The only thing that mattered to me, was the fact that I mattered to you.
Timothy Joshua
#42. The longer the silence remains untouched the longer the miscommunication creates its own stories.
Christina Strigas
#44. How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you.
Phar West Nagle
#45. But my heart is an old house
(the kind my mother
grew up in)
hell to heat and cool
and faulty in the wiring
and though it's nice to look at
I have no business
inviting lovers in.
Clementine Von Radics
#46. along with the rest of our helpless world; and, O, if you could, you would, where lovers walked, sell off trees and not give a flying fuck for the muted mausoleums of the bees.
Carol Ann Duffy
#47. The atmospheric intensity of two electric lovers is the most righteous place I need to rediscover.
Steven Storm
#49. Poetry became my doctor, my lover ...
J. Ivy
#50. Quiet Prayer:
As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.
Brian Andreas
#51. There is no born lover,
There is no born Don Juan,
For we are all lovers.
Dejan Stojanovic
#53. Lollypop
... the passion contained merely kisses
placed upon lips, neck and cheek
these young lovers of the castle
of which our fairytale speaks ...
Muse
#54. I left smiles on your wordless lips
The night roads- dismal and narrow,
dream's path remains shadowy wide
as our lone hearts felt that arrow
From the Poem 'My Tomorrow
Munia Khan
#55. Every morning
before the birds start
trilling me their stories,
I give birth to a new love
through my same old heart
when a lake's placidity
finds life in the swans breath
Only for you...
From the poem 'Only For You
Munia Khan
#57. Read a poem at a time, or two, or all, but give them time to sink into your heart. Read them again, read a portion, and stop and ponder. Visualize. Take it slow; let the poem show you what lies in your own heart. Let it fuel the words from within.
Salil Jha
#58. When in public poetry should take off its clothes and wave to the nearest person in sight; it should be seen in the company of thieves and lovers rather than that of journalists and publishers.
Brian Patten
#59. I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.
Christina Strigas
#61. A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you.
Christina Strigas
#62. So this is love:
the Sculptor's chisel.
And stone, which in its whole life
does not utter a single word,
suddenly sings.
Milan Rufus
#63. She dreamed that night of chickweed, which was a strange thing to dream about. Chickweed is a low, weedy little plant, not very distinguished. No one writes poetry comparing their lovers to chickweed (or if they do, the poems are rarely well received).
T. Kingfisher
#64. I want to read every book that's written
hear every song that was sung
I want to gaze at every cloud
and hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.
Sanober Khan
#65. The way you walked away
The way you stopped and waited
All that time
What was in your heart?
A laugh?
A sarcasm?
Couldn't we be lovers?
Though we have never walked together
Shasika Amali Munasinghe
#66. No!
I don't love you!
I just like you, a little.
Your lips are sweet,
and your eyes are precious to me.
No!
I don't love you!
I just like you, a little.
...
Zorica Savron
#67. The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn - so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before.
Emily Giffin
#68. Ode to the Chamber
... linger here amidst the chamber
in which we embrace our love
talk to me of sonnets
and call me turtledove ...
Muse
#70. Sometimes the rain
falls
just for you and me
to be the violin
playing
in the background
of our loneliness's song.
Sanober Khan
#71. Noone knows and noone sees
we lovers doing what we please
but people stop and point at these
ten milk bottles a-turning into cheese
Roger McGough
#73. I have fallen,
for your words.
They are like,
a gossamer cobweb,
I have been,
embroiled,
decoyed,
snared into!
Incapacitated.
I fail to escape.
I fail to liberate.
Your words,
didn't redeem,
made me a,
captive instead.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
#74. I'm a man of integrity. My heart is locked and I have given you the only key.
Delano Johnson
#75. My voice rings down through thousands of years to coil around your body and give you strength, you who have wept in direct sunlight, who have hungered in invisible chains, tremble to the cadence of my legacy: An army of lovers shall not fail.
Rita Mae Brown
#76. my love is a winter's mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
Sanober Khan
#77. when whispered
what an exquisite
song, it makes-
your name.
Sanober Khan
#78. fierce lovers.
and battle warriors
both come
from the same place.
there is bound
to be,
some bloodshed.
Sanober Khan
#79. - so much like riding dangerous women
with whiskey coloured eyes -
such women as once fell dead with their lovers
with fire in their heads and slippery froth on thighs
Al Purdy
#80. The dead" we say as if speaking
of "the people" who
gave up on making history
simply to get through
Something dense and null groan
without echo underground
and owl-voiced I cry Who
are these dead people these
lovers who if ever did
listen no longer answer
: We :
Adrienne Rich
#81. We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.
Sanober Khan
#82. I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.
Christina Strigas
#83. A relationship is more likely to succeed if positive attributes are confidently set in place and adhered to.
Delano Johnson
#84. Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.
Truth Devour
#85. We could scan each car for terrorists
and lovers she could lean into
my camouflage her head resting on woven trees.
When they come for her body she could run deep
into my uniform
into the forest of me
where they could never find her.
Jalina Mhyana
#87. I know my breasts, small
as plums, would win no blue ribbons.
But in your hands they tremble and fill
with song like plump, white birds.
Cecilia Llompart
#88. Adios
Her pretty picture
lying on the
ground was like
the toppling
of some
fascist
regime
And burning
the photograph,
was the
celebration
Phil Volatile
#89. I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I've made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.
Nikita Gill
#90. Do not turn me
into
restless waters
if you cannot promise
to be my stream.
Sanober Khan
#91. my love
for you
will always be
like a mountain stream.
quiet.
persistent.
continuous.
Sanober Khan
#92. Love makes you do,
the best of things.
Love makes you do,
the worst of things,
It's a feeling extreme,
that doesn't exist in between.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
#93. It was quite a sad thing,
the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how could I not
when everything I've ever known has slowly gone away.
Charlotte Eriksson
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