Top 67 Quotes About Romantic Poetry
#2. Romantic poetry and fiction of the last 2000 years has blinded us to the fact that emotions are a low form of jungle consciousness. Emotional actions are the most contracted, dangerous form of fanatic stupor.
Timothy Leary
#3. We're all just animals. That's all we are, and everything else is just an elaborate justification of our instincts. That's where music comes from. And romantic poetry. And bad novels.
Elvis Costello
#4. In medicine as well as in romantic poetry, it is the heart that is the center and controlling mechanics of life. If the heart stops, life stops. The loss of sight doesn't not mean death. Yet for ages, the eyes was believed to contain a human being's vital essence - a not wholly irrational belief.
Henry Grunwald
#5. Romantic poetry had its heyday when people like Lord Byron were kicking it large. But you try and make a living as a poet today, and you'll find it's very different!
Alan Moore
#6. I was intoxicated by the romantic poetry of our great writers. I arranged the world according to my private use, looking at it through the poems I had devoured.
Wladyslaw Stanislaw Reymont
#7. i am
always
stalking you, my dear.
with my thoughts
my words.
my breath.
Sanober Khan
#8. Everything at a distance turns into
poetry; distant mountains, distant
people, distant events; all become
Romantic.
Novalis
#9. Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
whispers to the moon
in silent moonlit clarity
Bear Step
#10. A poet has to be a bit childlike at heart, and in that sense all the romantic stereotypes about poets being "eternal children", etc, are all accurate. They believe, whatever they may say, that art and words can change the world.
John Thomas Allen
#11. i immerse
myself
in you
like
i immerse myself
into a
beautiful story.
Sanober Khan
#12. I want to have a romance so grand,
it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.
Sanober Khan
#13. I had read a Tale of Two Cities and found it up to my standards as a romantic novel. She opened the first page and I heard poetry for the first time in my life ... her voice slid in and curved down trough and over the words. She was nearly singing.
Maya Angelou
#14. None but a poet can understand a poet; none but a romantic spirit transported with poetry and consecrated in the Holy of Holies an comprehend what the ordained utters out of his inspiration.
E.T.A. Hoffmann
#15. If you can change the way you think in time you will notice a change in your heart and also a change in your life and the way you see things.
The Prolific Penman
#16. The length and shape of the poemetto, like the greater Romantic lyric of English poetry, lends itself to retrospection and commentary.
Susan Stewart
#17. Diane St. John had once said he looked as if he would speak in poetry, should he ever deign to speak at all.
Madeline Hunter
#18. We aren't suggesting that mental instability or unhappiness makes one a better poet, or a poet at all; and contrary to the romantic notion of the artist suffering for his or her work, we think these writers achieved brilliance in spite of their suffering, not because of it.
Dorianne Laux
#19. They don't know I only speak in runaway train stations
and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.
No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close
because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.
Katelin Wagner
#20. Let the wet earth embrace you firmly, soundly.
She needs to be revived, she needs to beat like a heart
full of adrenaline inside a chest.
V.S. Atbay
#21. The Canadian people are more practical than imaginative. Romantic tales and poetry would meet with less favour in their eyes than a good political article from their newspapers.
Susanna Moodie
#22. Like a kite, carried by the wind, he followed her into the fluffy white clouds of her imagination. He didn't think her silly for living in the sky, but rather, he marveled at the wondrous life she had created on the outskirts of reality. He knew her love would elevate him to new emotional heights.
Jaeda DeWalt
#23. Hands.
Cheeks.
Eyes.
Lips.
Neck.
Ears.
Thighs.
Heart.
Soul.
Ahh!
the things I get to
savor you with.
Sanober Khan
#24. the one
who will jolt awake
all the unwritten
the unsung
and the unlived
in me.
i am waiting
for him.
Sanober Khan
#26. Brahma and Airavata
Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand ...
Muse
#28. Love can be such a mysterious muse and seductress ... spinning her magical web of stardust and emotional euphoria.
True love sang her siren song and we wrapped that song around us like the sweetest melody.
Jaeda DeWalt
#29. I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.
Roberta Pearce
#30. Romantic haste in drama brings
tears and sighs when the hero dies
but the curtain fall is final
when in life we take the tragic way
The sunset too is a glorious thing
but with it ends the day.
C. P. Klapper
#31. A Writer in Love.
I was just a word weaver
What did I know of love?
Only that
Some days when the words weren't enough,
I knew
I was in love.
Saiber
#32. Chains
chains that hold me to the ground
chains that keep me solidly bound
chains that tether my heart to you
chains that only one truth ...
Muse
#33. Intoxicating perfumes, musky body scents mingle... blindfolding you, I orchestrate my symphony.
Avijeet Das
#34. when i write of you, my dear
i am holding you
in the most
exquisite
ways.
Sanober Khan
#35. Happiness makes us older, less romantic, less in need of dreams. Discontent, not happiness, is the food of youth and poetry.
Nan Fairbrother
#36. It's poetry in motion, when she turned her tender eyes to me.
Thomas Dolby
#37. I wish to stay drenched
forever
in those rain-blue eyes
in those...soul-reaching crystals
not moving a muscle
nor breathing
just
savoring
this turquoise ache
against my heart.
Sanober Khan
#38. He offered his love ... she could not bother,
She gives her love to the other! The other!
E.A. Bucchianeri
#39. 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
#40. Thou doth not know the tragedy of a tale between two hearts till the tears of a forgotten love dissolve into the scars of yearning and seep through the cracks of the broken, leaving behind a trail of crimson for all but one to see.
Raneem Kayyali
#41. She was the reason I started to write but her beauty is kept me writing.
Brandon Villasenor
#42. To be wild as the waves;
enshrined
by the vastness -
our cosmic immemorial.
Unsettled as the forest.
An indomitable flicker
amidst worldviews,
of jaded crowns
and romantic ash.
Steven Storm
#43. Tell me..how do you stand there?
filling the doorway....of my life.
Sanober Khan
#44. Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of our inner-selves, to exciting new landscapes, it's worth the risk, just to feel reborn.
Jaeda DeWalt
#45. i swallowed the syllables of your name
and i was full.
AVA.
#46. Once taken by her, you glowed
And you drank her poisons, content.
Because all the stars seemed to grow,
And fields had a different scent,
Autumn fields.
Anna Akhmatova
#47. I ache not from need -
but from my heart's gluttony of you.
Muse
#48. I don't want to, in any way, characterize a race or a people or get accused of racial profiling, but the Irish, as lyrical and romantic as they can be in their poetry, they can be every bit as repressed in their personal relations.
Stephen Lang
#49. May our twilights mix together
like breath and breathlessness.
Sanober Khan
#50. you came in slowly like the fog
and consumed me.
AVA.
#51. I joined the army on my seventeenth birthday, full of the romance of war after having read a lot of World War I British poetry and having seen a lot of post-World War II films. I thought the romantic presentations of war influenced my joining and my presentation of war to my younger siblings.
Walter Dean Myers
#52. Do You Believe
Do you believe
that I have loved you
since the dawn of time?
Do you believe
that we were destined
to be intertwined? ...
Muse
#53. your gaze
across
my cheeks
turned them
into
strawberry fields.
Sanober Khan
#54. She's always looking for poetry and passion and sensitivity, the whole Romantic kitchen. I live on a rather simpler diet.'
'Prose and pudding?'
'I don't expect attractive men necessarily to have attractive souls.
John Fowles
#55. If you can't focus then how do you expect to make your dreams come true?
The Prolific Penman
#56. I wanted to be a poet. I had a really romantic idea about what that would mean. My parents knew some poets, and I liked how they dressed and acted, but I didn't really acknowledge that I only liked reading some bits of poetry while I was peeing or something.
Lena Dunham
#57. The sign of a true woman isn't the ability to recite French poetry or play the pianoforte or cook Chateaubriand. The sign of a true woman is learning to listen to her own voice even when society does its best to drown it out.
Eve Marie Mont
#58. With callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.
Sanober Khan
#59. A maidenhead, the virgin's trouble
Is well-compare-d to a bubble
on a navigable river
Soon 'tis touched t'is gone forever
John Clare
#60. You love me
and love me not
your love is an arm of clock
joining hands with mine
only to leave me again
Lori Jenessa Nelson
#61. Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
George William Curtis
#62. Do You Believe
... on this road of life
on this day
I take you
now husband and wife ...
Muse
#63. As a romantic ideal, turbulent, impoverished India could still weave its spell, and the key to it all - the colours, the moods, the scents, the subtle, mysterious light, the poetry, the heightened expectations, the kind of beauty that made your heart miss a beat - well, that remained the monsoon.
Alexander Frater
#64. when whispered
what an exquisite
song, it makes-
your name.
Sanober Khan
#65. my love is a winter's mist
gently dissolving
through the window
at the nape of your neck.
Sanober Khan
#66. I breathe in...
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands
I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can't.
Sanober Khan
#67. I'd Drown For You
I opened my heart to you
A complete immersion
I offered my soul to you
A heavenly diversion
Muse
