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Quote Left Then let amorous kisses dwell On our lips, begin and tell A Thousand and a Hundred score A Hundred, and a Thousand more. Quote Right
Quote Left If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, A wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, A magic bean buyer... If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! Quote Right
Quote Left I drink to our ruined house, to the dolor of my life, to our loneliness together; and to you I raise my glass, to lying lips that have betrayed us, to dead-cold pitiless eyes, and to the hard realities; that the world is brutal and coarse, that God, in fact, has not saved us. Quote Right
Quote Left I'm standing on the outside of your shelter looking in, While the bombs around are falling everywhere, Inside you look so warm and safe and oh so happy, Have I ever told you that I care? Have I ever told you that you're wonderful? And it hurts me so that we have grown apart. I'm standing on the outside of your shelter, dear, But I hope I'm on the inside of your heart. Quote Right
Quote Left My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I'm told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, But it's silver when it's wet. And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet. Quote Right
Quote Left I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. Quote Right
Quote Left If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry Quote Right
Quote Left Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things. Quote Right
Quote Left I did not believe political directives could be successfully applied to creative writing . . . not to poetry or fiction, which to be valid had to express as truthfully as possible the individual emotions and reactions of the writer. Quote Right
Quote Left Here I am, inspired to write only because I'm pissed off. Quote Right
Quote Left Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute. Quote Right
Quote Left 'And Tomorrow' Today is filled with anger, fueled with hidden hate. Scared of being outkast, afraid of common fate. Today is built on tragedies which no one wants to face. Nightmares to humanity and morally disgraced. Tonight is filled with Rage, violence in the air. Children bred with ruthlessness cause no one at home cares. Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops, knowing that my sanity content when I`m droped. But tomorrow I see change, a chance to build a new, built on spirit intent of heart and ideas based on truth. Tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride. I know I fought with all my heart to keep the dream alive. Quote Right
Quote Left Art is a jealous mistress, and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an i... Quote Right
Quote Left 'I cry' Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confiding, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why. Quote Right
Quote Left So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two -- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through. Quote Right
Quote Left Come to the edge He said. They said: 'We are afraid.' Come to the edge He said. They came. He pushed them, and they flew. Quote Right
Quote Left How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? Quote Right
Quote Left Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me Take me out to the black Tell 'em I ain't comin' back Burn the land and boil the sea You can't take the sky from me There's no place I can be Since I found serenity But you can't take the sky from me Quote Right
Quote Left The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of the day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre for your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you. Quote Right
Quote Left The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. Quote Right
Quote Left Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down. Quote Right
Quote Left Morning Is Yellow Like A Desk Is Square He always wanted to explain things. But no one cared. So he drew. Sometimes he would draw and it wasn't anything. He wanted to carve it in stone or write it in the sky. He would lie out on the grass and look up in the sky. And it would be only him and the sky and the things inside him that needed saying. And it was after that he drew the picture. It was a beautiful picture. He kept it under his pillow and would let no one see it. And he would look at it every night and think about it. And when it was dark, and his eyes were closed, he could still see it. And it was all of him. And he loved it. When he started school he brought it with him. Not to show anyone, but just to have with him like a friend. It was funny about school. He sat in a square brown desk Like all the other square brown desks And he thought it should be red And his room was a square brown room. Like all the other rooms. And it was tight and close. And stiff. He hated to hold the pencil and chalk, With his arm stiff and his feet flat on the floor. Stiff. With the teacher watching and watching. The teacher came and spoke to him. She told him to wear a tie like all the other boys. He said he didn't like them. And she said it didn't matter. After that they drew. And he drew all yellow and it was the way he felt about morning. And it was beautiful. The teacher came and smiled at him. 'What's this?' she said. 'Why don't you draw something like Ken's drawing? Isn't it beatiful?' After that his mother bought him a tie. And he always drew airplanes and rocket ships like everyone else. And he threw the old picture away. And when he lay alone looking at the sky, It was big and blue and all of everything, But he wasn't anymore. He was square inside. And brown. And his hands were stiff. And he was like everyone else. And the things inside him that needed saying didn't need it anymore. It had stopped pushing. It was crushed. Stiff. Like everything else. Quote Right
Quote Left 'In The Event of My Demise' In the event of my Demise when my heart can beat no more I Hope I Die For A Principle or A Belief that I had Lived 4 I will die Before My Time Because I feel the shadow`s Depth so much I wanted 2 accomplish before I reached my Death I have come 2 grips with the possibility and wiped the last tear from My eyes I Loved All who were Positive In the event of my Demise Quote Right
Quote Left The adventitious beauty of poetry may be felt in the greater delight with a verse given in a happy quotation than in the poem. Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry is a way of taking life by the throat. Quote Right
Quote Left We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.In our cancer of passion you said, 'Death is a midnight runner.' The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skidded away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apexof the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me ina quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said,'The cinders are falling like snow.' There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carvedour names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and line.Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,and somewhere in the wilderness we foundsalvation scratched into the earth like a message. the untitled poem--afi Quote Right
Quote Left Here is my gift, not roses on your grave, not sticks of burning incense. You lived aloof, maintaining to the end your magnificent disdain. You drank wine, and told the wittiest jokes, and suffocated inside stifling walls. Alone you let the terrible stranger in, and stayed with her alone. Now you're gone, and nobody says a word about your troubled and exalted life. Only my voice, like a flute, will mourn at your dumb funeral feast. Oh, who would have dared believe that half-crazed I, I, sick with grief for the buried past, I, smoldering on a slow fire, having lost everything and forgotten all, would be fated to commemorate a man so full of strength and will and bright inventions, who only yesterday it seems, chatted with me, hiding the tremor of his mortal pain. Quote Right
Quote Left Get up, stand up. Stand up for your rights. Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight. Quote Right
Quote Left Out there things happen, and frequently do, to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, dont worry. Dont stew, just go right along. You'll start hapening too. Quote Right
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Member Quotes About Poetry

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Quote Left My poetry 's never been a Rebel-rouser, Just a rabble-douser. Quote Right
Quote Left In poetic justice, there's hardly any room for poetry because the entire domain is taken over by pure justice. --Vincent Van Ross Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry is an art form' it works or it doesn't! Quote Right
Quote Left Sot in measure shall be I (A FOOL IN POETRY SHALL BE I ) Quote Right
Quote Left "A collection of mother nature and the way she speaks to other species, being both, harmony and the justifier, to balance the focal in time." - William Darnell Sr Source - PoetrySoup Quote Right
Quote Left I am pissed off with this site - I, the lovely Edna Sweetlove, have submitted 6 poems here and they've been viewed/seen by over 330 people. How many comments do you think I have had? FOUR and they were about as useful as t-i-t-s on a bull and as interesting as a stale fart in a bottle. Why don't you all join a more sensible website? Here's the link: http://ednaspoetrysite.proboards.com/ Quote Right
Quote Left You are my addiction You are my muse My worst distraction My poetry & hues Quote Right
Quote Left “Sometimes, silence is the best wisdom of all." ~ William Darnell Sr Source - PoetrySoup Quote Right
Quote Left "Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton) Quote Right
Quote Left "Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton) Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry soothes the intractable love of paper and pens Quote Right
Quote Left When it comes to poetry or public speaking, one has to stand on a rock, and scream at the world. Quote Right
Quote Left "If a creative person is working in crisis communication poetrysoup.com and it's welcoming of fictional work along with having a link for its professional display is gold for the problem solver," said Austin Macauley Fictional Author Marc O'Brien, "in a controlled information distribution setting someone can handle a sensitive situation with the goal to find the proper resolution." Quote Right
Quote Left I wish poetrysoup didn't give you fake numbers viewed when you share on Facebook but hey ho if you can trick the mind into believing it is rewarding for advertising purposes and business comes first who cares Quote Right
Quote Left "You don't fake being anything, you are who you are, if you don't like yourself, I think it's time you sit down and do some personal deep inventory." ~William Darnell Sr.~ Source - PoetrySoup Quote Right
Quote Left They call it the Lamentation of a drunk, I call it the intoxication of a saddened heart. They call it words, I call it poetry #ThePoeticMembrane Quote Right
Quote Left poetry is song... you have to be very still to hear it however, and it is extremely rare the world is that still... Quote Right
Quote Left “ Technology & electronics are shaping our tomorrows' dreams, and world.” ~ William Darnell Sr. ~ Source - PoetrySoup Quote Right
Quote Left "The funny thing about it is, `I believe as we get older, we start to get giddy about becoming grandparents!" - William Darnell Sr - (Source - PoetrySoup.com) Quote Right
Quote Left “ Sometimes writer’s from all genres, find themselves in a writer's block of some kind, bottom line.” ~ William Darnell Sr ~ Source - PoetrySoup Quote Right
Quote Left “Make your life a masterpiece; imagine no limitations on what you can be, have or do.” ~ William Darnell Sr ~ Source - PoetrySoup Quote Right
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Quote Left "There are many different types of poetry, each, defining his/her character of their style." ~William Darnell Sr~ Quote Right
Quote Left If the only thing that can be said about a poem is that "it is perfectly formatted;" then it is not poetry. ~FJ Thomas Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry will always be a matter of perception, perspective, and personal taste. No amount of education or fame will ever change that.   ~FJ Thomas Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry is freedom of speech but you do not have to be a poet to utter Browned-Cents Quote Right
Quote Left It is another eye that sees in poetry.An eye without eyelids. Quote Right
Quote Left Little things that make me happy. Many things, that make me sad. Poetry. Quote Right
Quote Left Poetry is the voice to feelings that have no words for there story's Quote Right
Quote Left In The Expression Of Life, The Accumulation Of Melody, Poetry, And Statement Are Helpful Elements Of Success. Quote Right
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