Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

Had in him those brave translunary things/ That the first poets had.

I crave for knowledge. I envy tolerant, peaceful folks. I am frightened by ignorance. I loathe violence.

Nations conquered and true love prevails, all encompassed in a poets tale.

Dance is the divine art that empowers a lady to express her most sacred emotions through the majesty of movements.

If you can’t tell from my rap lyrics already, yes I am a feminist. And when I’m saying “hoe” or “bitch” I am actually referring to men. …That sounded bad, in someway. But at the...

Aviation in air, in water and in spirit. Its laws are different in all three cases. The spirit soars the more it weighs and sinks into itself. The heavier the spirit, the higher and farther...

Johnson, who defines poetry as ‘metrical composition’, defines poet as ‘An inventor; an author of fiction; a writer of poems; one who writes in measure’. We can gauge how far we have traveled by comparing...

Muse’s creations are predominately lyrical often resulting in poetic sonnets and fairytale like art.

He was a poet -oh all men are when they’re in love.

Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition.

writing home”here in the wilderness of australiawriting home becomes easyin spite of the spreading wild firesthere is less heat, more certainty.writing home, writing thisi think of those without real homes–our city, people say, provides houseswhich...

I walk with a dual longing for life and for death.

The artist (I suppose) usually pays for the privilege by some sort of partial insomnia, by the possession of one faculty that will not be controlled nor put to sleep. In a poet this must...

Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies

Amy King is a true bard.

The world holds two classes of men–intelligent men without religion, and religious men withoutintelligence.poet

No one ever was a great poet, that applied himself much to anything else.

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I’ll be your light, if you’ll be mine.

I wear the universe backwards. I imagine putting stars in my coffee, and sugar in the sky. I imagine going fishing in clouds, and watching the sun hide behind lakes. I’m too busy dancing with...

One has to commit a painting,’ said Degas,’the way one commits a crime.

You cannot deny the struggle; the struggle denies you.

If I’m writing, at least I don’t feel as paralyzed.

I am the poet with scaring words and blurred letters. I do not know if my poetry is a blessing or a curse.

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an excursion to the antiquities collection. The author’s point is not that the thing depicts...

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...

Music does not need the language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

I have wished you something None of the others would….

The most magical thing I have come across is a beautiful face with a beautiful heart and it’s you❤ ❤

Superior poets say what they really feel. Mediocre poets say what they decide to feel. Inferior poets say what they think they should feel.

In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.

This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

Nothing fills the world quite as poetry does. A poet need not dwell on the pagecount of his life.

I want to be a poet and have a chance to explore that and let people know what’s really on my mind.

Any hand can condem, but it takes a helping hand to build.

Hazel blue anemone in a little SeaSide cave…drawing currents from the sea turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his...

The reason is that they utter these words of theirs not by virtue of a skill, but by a divine power – otherwise, if they knew how to speak well on one topic thanks to...

The poet produces the beautiful by fixing his attention on something real.

The poet is rather one who inspires than one inspired.

World seems like a void of silence every time footsteps are deprived of dancing shoes.

our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness

Mechanics is a means or discipline for the realization of life, but not life itself. It ought to carry us to life itself.

You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must...

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They...

Is a picture really worth a thousand words? What thousand words? A thousand words from a lunatic, or a thousand words from Nietzsche? Actually, Nietzsche was a lunatic, but you see my point. What about...

If I woke up one morning and realized that all I ever was going to be was a business man, I’d probably die. All my dreams would be shattered. Early in life I had many...

i bring my kiasu friend to the airportleavings are never easy, not for longand though we both saw blur along the waymemories flooded present tensions.in the curry of his life no lemak remainedso now the...

Tonight, I won’t dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I’m drunk with love, my arms are empty.

She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.