Philosophy is to the mind of the architect as eyesight to his steps. The Term ‘genius’ when applied to him simply means a man who understands what others only know about. A poet, artist or...

Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.

In the glowing evenings embedded within pearl sands of my Utopian lands and the skies dazzling with the beauty of a thousand melodic rainbows, feeling your tender touch, hearing your luring voice, merged with your...

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.

Irish improves a poet.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet’s abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,Such shaping fantasies, that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic, the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compact:One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,That is,...

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

I looked at an angel today, but the angel could not see me. The angel was more amazing than beautiful, like the best forgotten dream.

And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of them in his homesickness, it became clear to him that he was, after...

If passion was a substance I would say it is dark brown, and then blood red. It’s like wet grass, tons of it soaked in mud. It’s warm and it stinks like shit and it’s...

I’d Poe’s nude for the approval of a dead poet. No names come to mind, but I’m sure there must be one I’d get naked for.

A poet is not somebody who has great thoughts. That is the menial duty of the philosopher. A poet is somebody who expresses his thoughts, however commonplace they may be, exquisitely. That is the one...

I am hard to disgust, but a pretentious poet can do it

Good morning, daddy!Ain’t you heardThe boogie-woogie rumbleOf a dream deferred?Listen closely:You’ll hear their feetBeating out and beating out a -You thinkIt’s a happy beat?Listen to it closely:Ain’t you heardsomething underneathlike a -What did I say?Sure,I’m...

In our society of fixed texts and printed words, it is the function of the poet to see the life value of the facts round about, and to deify them, as it were, to provide...

I act as the tongue of you,… tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.

Sensuality came into existence the moment when the first beat of melody knocked on the door of the world of belly dance.

Praise to the creator who magnifies a drop of joy within a soul into an ocean of bliss every time footsteps begin to dance.

Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind,and you’re hampered by not having any,the best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find, is simply by spinning a penny.No – not so that chance shall...

Aspirations don’t make poets, perseverance does. Flow with the emotions, let your imagination soar, find what ignites the fire within and let it go wild.

Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.

When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn’t climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.

What is the finding of love, but a voice answering a voice?

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Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.

Give contemporary POET more SPACE & a long-last MAGIC will surround you all again.

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flightThe Stars before him from the Field of Night,Drives Night along with them from Heav’n,and strikesThe Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light

I like my writing career and it’s progression, I’d rather be that slow moving tide that turns a mountain into a beautiful beach for all to enjoy, rather than a flash in a pan that...

Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he’s hardly ever mentioned.

Dance provides the spirit with energy to survive from its confinement in the mortal frame.

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement....

Lovers, Lunatics and poets are made of same stuff.

Music resembles poetry, in eachAre nameless graces which no methods teach,And which a master hand alone can reach.

Men take care of your responsibilities with maturity.

…the Moon, the enemy of poets…(“Merchant’s Two Sons”)

When it comes to death, procrastination is encouraged.

I prefer people to consider me by who I am and what I do and not by how I look!

Poetry is alive because it is a medium of vision and experience. It is not necessarily comfortable.It is not necessarily safe.

The serenity of the lulling ocean is a wondrous thing to behold..more precious than the gems coveted and covered in platinum or gold…

For once touched by love, everyone becomes a poet

A poet is somebody who has written a poem.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,My heart’s in the Highlands wherever I go.

Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.

Another breath, left to translate

A poem is a naked person….Some people say that I am a poet.

I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her.

He without inspiration and motivation exists no more in a world full of innovations and inventions!

At times like these being a poetic bitch is all I have to hold on to.