All Quotes By Tag: Poetry

“Be mindful of angels guiding and guarding your path.Walk with them.”

“Close your mouthand open your mind.Lose your selfand find your soul.”

“It’s okay if I don’t understand everythingor have it all figured out.I’m not trying to save the world.I’m just trying not to drown in it”

“PoetryPoetry,How did you find your way to me?My mother does not know Albanian well,She writes letters like Aragon, without commas and periods,My father roamed the seas in his youth,But you have come,Walking down the pavement of my quiet city of stone,And knocked timidly at the door of my three-storey house,At Number 16.There are many things I have loved and hated in life,For many a problem I have been an ‘open city’,But anyway…Like a young man returning home late at night,Exhausted and broken by his nocturnal wanderings,Here too am I, returning to you,Worn out after another escapade.And you,Not holding my infidelity against me,Stroke my hair tenderly,My last stop, Poetry.”

“…slowly I discerned a familiar shift in my concentration. That compulsion that prohibits me from completely surrendering to a work of art, drawing me from the halls of a favored museum to my own drafting table. Pressing me to close Songs of Innocence in order to experience, as blake, a glimpse of the divine that may also become a poem.That is the decisive power of a singular work:a call to action. And I, time and again, am overcome with the hubris to believe I can answer that call.”

“..slowly I discerned a familiar shift in my concentration. That compulsion that prohibits me from completely surrendering to a work of art, drawing me from the halls of a favored museum to my own drafting table. Pressing me to close Songs of Innocence in order to experience, as Blake, a glimpse of the divine that may also become a poem.That is the decisive power of a singular work:a call to action. And I, time and again, am overcome with the hubris to believe I can answer that call”

“Oh how I enjoy the nightThe still silence is something spiritualCaffeined by the incessant chirping of the cricketsMy thoughts are a waterfall flowing out of the darknessThe cock crows; we sense the dawnI quicken my hand before I burn out at first lightWhat did you create for us?The sun keeps us awake The dead air calls us at nightWhen are we to rest?”

“I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.”

“To write good poems is the secret of brevity.”

“I am simply a complicated girl Mesmerized by mysteryEnchanted with shadowsIntrigued by glitter and gray in each of usA girl fascinated with word-play;Paradoxes, ironies, conundrumsIn love with adventure and curious about the worldA girl who feels and dreams deeplyLoves passionately Lives recklesslyBut about all else, I am a girl insanely in love with you!You are my greatest inspiration!”

“It wasn’t her hypnotic eyes that drew him in or the wild sway of her hips;it was that devil’s blood-red lipstick smeared all over her chubby angel lips. He shivered with the magnitude of impending heaven and hell in one woman. He crashed into heaven while crossing the thresholds of hell.”

“When you shattered her, oh how you allowed all kinds of free-flowing magical rainbow light to enter. You allowed a cleansing. A purification. Who would’ve known breaking could be so damn beautiful! I say, break baby. Let the shattered pieces split you wide open and let light enter through all cracks and crevices.”

“You are thunder and lightning Love and rageIntensity and sensitivity Made of mountains, oceansFire and fierce thingsDreams and curiosityYou are paradoxes and contradictions Some days soft, some daysStrong as fuck Always beautiful.”

“The mind and the heart are at constant odds with each other—war and peace—the internal struggle. While the mind wants to pick up a sword and go to battle, the heart wants to offer compassion and make love. This is why I prefer following the beats of my heart. I like making love more than I like making war.”

“Stories I read and people I love, conversations I have had, dreams I’ve lost and found, these all become part of me, embedded in my DNA, and if they are lucky, eventually, these things I cherish will be stitched into patchworks of poetry.”