All Quotes By Tag: Poet

“Poetry is when emotion blooms like flowers with the petals of words and spreads the fragrance of perception.”

“Poetry is the essence of life in which twinkling lights tickle the minds of readers and take them to a world where no one else can enter.”

“Poetry excites innate emotions and perceptions that let you create a new world where you have never visited and no one else can enter.”

“Poetry magically excites an unknown mysterious emotion.”

“A poet is intensely in love with live and passionately wants to express his or her experience with love and beauty.”

“No thought is a stupid thought, those who are thoughtless are thought of as stupid.”

“Use all the ugliness you’re feeling to make something beautiful”

“Late into the night I write and the pages of my notebook swell from all the words I’ve pressed onto them. It almost feels like the more I bruise the page the quicker something inside me heals.”

“A poet, you see, is a light thing, and winged and holy, and cannot compose before he gets inspiration and loses control of his senses and his reason has deserted him.”

“You’re speaking volumes, my friend, and tonight we’re doing short poems only.”

“I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in feelings.”

“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.”

“Now begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.”

“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of emotion–a soul in which knowledge passes instantaneously into feeling, and feeling flashes back as a new organ of knowledge.”

“Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don’t love me, love my writing & love me for my writing. It is also much more: a way of ordering and reordering the chaos of experience.”