Poetry Love Quotes

My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

Many women have tried to compare to you, but they are only flawed imitations. You deserve the worlds admiration.

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

If my like for you was a footy crowd, you'd be deaf cos of the roar.And if my like for you were a boxer, there'd be a dead guy lying on the floor.And if my like for you were sugar, you'd lose your teeth before you were twenty. And if my like for you was money, let's just say you'd be spending plenty.

They call it poetry, what she feels with her mouth closed. By his.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

She asked me the definition of beauty. So I told her name in my reply!

I die a little,In the echo of your silence.

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

Decades from now, my grandchild is going to be a poet... And she's going to write about how she's a living testament to how her grandmother made love to hurricane and calmed the storm.

She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul!

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

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

I wait on my fix:I am a poetry junkie.

Chimerical words, the words were written,Some are wasted; some are still on the page,Tattered words, the words were written,Some are young, some are aged,Gloomy words, the words were written,Some are unspoken, some are told,Words were hurt, though they can heal,Words are breathless, though can feel,Words won hearts, words shattered hearts,Words lost battles, words won wars,Wars within, words had scars.

I painted for the eyes, and wrote prose for the ears… Between those senses lay the mind and soul… I enjoyed connecting with people’s deepest thoughts, their hopes and dreams… My pen and brush were tools to achieve my artistic desired effects.

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.

Moments caught in time. Simple memories spread out before me. Timeless reminders of how life goes on, even when it feels as if you cannot.

I asked of the limitless sunshineHow to shine with the dawn's glowing light;No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!

I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.

all the parts of mei did not show youwere the onesi wanted you to notice.

Kill the part of you that believes it can't survive without someone else.

Impulsive passion please set me free.

Your words... I hold them deeplike ancient skinshold wrinkles.

A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Why do I love poetry? It's more than word play, less about the pay. Let's just say that for the first time in along while I stopped running, stared back at my darkest worst and said, 'Come here, you belong with me

Kiss the lips upon me once, and I shall never tell.

Love will find you when you least expect it to. It will come unannounced and find you in an unusual moment on the strangest of days!

A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.