Explosive Poetry Quotes

They go to Paris to learn how to make bombs and they come back having learned only how to write poetry, which they think is more explosive. ~ Rana Dasgupta

No Matter What
No matter what the world claims,
its wisdom always growing, so it's said,
some things don't alter with time:
the first kiss is a good example,
and the flighty sweetness of rhyme.
No matter what the world preaches
spring unfolds in its appointed time,
the violets open and the roses,
snow in its hour builds its shining curves,
there's the laughter of children at play,
and the wholesome sweetness of rhyme.
No matter what the world does,
some things don't alter with time.
The first kiss, the first death.
The sorrowful sweetness of rhyme. ~ Mary Oliver

Free Shoes

The pairs of shoes stand in rows,
polished and jet, like coffins for small pets,
lined with off-white. Evacuated children
sit in rows eyeing the pairs, child after
child after child, no parents
anywhere near. When it's their turn,
they get a pair of new shoes
and the old ones are taken away.

Of course it is kind of the nice people
to give them the shoes. Of course it is better
to be here in the country, not there where the buildings
explode and hurl down pieces of children.
Of course, of course. This life that has been
given them like a task! This life, this
black bright narrow unbroken-in shoe. ~ Sharon Olds

In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand? There is no house, there is no breakfast,
yet here I am ~ Margaret Atwood

Release-
For years
they told you to
sit.
Stay.

Now they open the door
and tell you to
get up.
Leave.

Where do you go
with no one
to show you
the way? ~ Keelie Breanna

I think about all the people who have created something that lives after them - works of art, plays, music, films, literature, poetry that will be read, seen, performed, and heard for the rest of time. If I could do something that lives after me, then I think I will have had a life well led. ~ Seamus Dever

All poets are religious poets. ~ Marty Rubin

At seventeen I tried to write poetry confining myself solely to Anglo-Saxon words - don't know if it helped, but it made me more concrete ... ~ John Geddes

What is the point of all these books
when I learn best by reading your body? ~ Kamand Kojouri

"So we'd get in a horse and buggy and we would go and park under a tree and we'd read poetry to each other." And my grandfather told me all the stories. I mean, their way of communicating ... They didn't have telephones, either, so they communicated with the written word. And I really ... That's how old [Bill] Clinton has become to me [ speaking of how he met Hillary Clinton]. ~ Rush Limbaugh

This is what magic is. It's being able to speak in a voice which makes things happen, being able to speak in a voice which causes facts to be beheld by groups of people in a way that has been purged from profane language, for us relegated to poetry and that sort of thing. ~ Terence McKenna

I'm not simple. Loving me will never be easy. I bring every travesty that's rocked me- with me, to the table. I won't pretend to be something I'm not, and I don't expect you to be blemish free either. That's much too boring of an existence. A past means you've lived, you've prevailed. My ears are open. My heart is accepting. I want to know how you are. I want to know what made you... and I want to feel free to share the 'not so pretty' parts of me, with you. ~ Alfa Holden

The touch of
your fingers
grazing mine
delicate as
a single drop of wine
in a crystal goblet.
Rolling it round,
I savor it on my tongue,
try to
make it last
forever.

The words
I
love
you
form
in the air
and melt.

Your palm
against
my cheek,
light as
a snowflake. ~ Eve Merriam

Lovers alone wear sunlight. ~ E. E. Cummings

What is this life so full of care,
We don't have time to stand and stare. ~ W.H. Davies

the dolphins stitch sky to sea. ~ Ellen Bass

For our generation walks as in Hades, without the divine. ~ Friedrich Holderlin

The lion sleeps in the sun.
its nose on its paws.
it can kill a man. ~ Wallace Stevens

… Fourier's great mathematical poem ...

{Referring to Joseph Fourier's mathematical theory of the conduction of heat, one of the precursors to thermodynamics.} ~ William Thomson, 1st Baron Kelvin

If I could have one friend,
just one in all the world,
I know that I would not seek out
a boy or pretty girl.

The friend I'd dare to choose
to stand by me each day
would be a dragon fierce enough
to scare the world away. ~ Richelle E. Goodrich

A magical portal opened inside my mind and conducted me into an astonishing world ... Before this moment I had divined but had never known with such positiveness that the world is extremely large and that suffering and toil are the companions and fellow warriors not only of Cretan, but of every man ... that by means of poetry all this suffering and effort could be transformed into dream; no matter how much of the ephemeral existed, poetry could immortalize it by turning it into song. ~ Nikos Kazantzakis

And blue-lung'd combers lumbered to the kill. ~ Robert Lowell

On a small table beside his chair were other haphazardly stacked volumes by such poets as Emerson, Whitman, and Wallace Stevens, a dangerous crew to let into your head. ~ Dean Koontz

Sometimes poetry, it is incomprehensible. But we need incomprehensible stuff! It is very healthy to talk about incomprehensible things! It is very healthy! We need it! ~ Roberto Benigni

Poetry colors beings, objects, landscapes and sensations with a kind of new and particular light, which is in fact that of the poet's emotions. ~ Anne Hebert

I think poetry is best read to oneself. ~ Rickie Lee Jones

A poet is a combination of an instrument and a human being in one person, with the former gradually taking over the latter. The sensation of this takeover is responsible for timbre; the realization of it, for destiny. ~ Joseph Brodsky

Hip-hop is about the brilliance of pavement poetry. ~ Michael Eric Dyson

You want to be angry but you can't stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire world unfolds around you ~ Sina Queyras

Christianity's growth, especially in the developing world, has been explosive. There are now six times more Anglicans in Nigeria alone than there are in all of the United States. There are more Presbyterians in Ghana than in the United States and Scotland combined. Korea has gone from 1 percent to 40 percent Christian in a hundred years, and experts believe the same thing is going to happen in China. If there are half a billion Chinese Christians fifty years from now, that will change the course of human history.6 ~ Timothy J. Keller

A newborn is murderous/but can't do anything about it. ~ Kathleen Ossip

It's plain to see for those who will to see from within and how common and strange things really seem to be when you start to change your planes of perception.As change in the mind persist, so shall change in thoughts, words, and deeds assist. ~ Jose R. Coronado

I believed in fictional characters as if they were a part of real life. Poetry was important, too. My parents had memorized poems from their days attending school in New York City and loved reciting them. We all enjoyed listening to these poems and to music as well. ~ Alice McDermott

In its youth a people produce mythology and poetry; in its decadence, philosophy and logic. ~ Will Durant

The poet is he who can write some pure mythology today without the aid of posterity. ~ Henry David Thoreau

When striving through
a pitch-black night,
if you find yourself
marooned and blue,
lift your head high
and take a sight,
of the billion stars
all rooting for you. ~ Akash Mandal

The poet, by composing poems, uses a language that is neither dead nor living, that few people speak, and few people understand ... We are the servants of an unknown force that lives within us, manipulates us, and dictates this language to us. ~ Jean Cocteau

NAMING THE EARTH
(a poem of light for national poetry day)

And the world will be born again
in circles of steaming breath
and beams of light
as each one of us directs
our inner eye
upon its name.

Hear the cry of wings,
the sigh of leaves and grass,
smell the new sweet mist rising
as the pathway is cleared at last.

Stones stand ready -
they have known
since ages and ages ago
that they were not alone.

Water carries the planet's energy
into skies and down
to earth and bones.

The cold parts steadily
as we come together,
bodies and hearts warm,
hands tingling.
We are silent
but our eyes are singing.

We look, we feel, we know,
we trust each other's souls,
we have no need to speak.
Not now, but later,
when the time is right,
the name will ring
within the iron core
of each other's listening -
and the very earth's being.

Every creature, every plant,
will hear it calling,
tolling like a bell -
a sound we've always felt
but never dared to hope
to hear reverberating -
true at last, at every level
of existence.

The poets come together
to open the intimate centre.
Believe
in life and air -
breathe the light itself,
for these are the energies
and rhythms that we need
to see, to touch, to reach,
t ~ Jay Woodman

I'm still trying
to find the parts of me
I left hidden
between pages
of a story I never
wanted to forget,
but you were always
in the last place
I looked. ~ Wilder Poetry

I am Cassandra - she who, without asking,
understood it all and still came to her fate,
I, Cassandra, full of visions,
who sees her own death without turning away,
and hears in the night the day that follows. ~ Gabriela Mistral

Surprised by joy- impatient as the Wind
I turned to share the transport
Oh! with whom
But thee, deep buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind
But how could I forget thee? Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss?
That thought's return
Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore. ~ William Wordsworth

What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing. ~ Heather K. O'Hara

Virtually everyone needs motivation of some sort, but when you are in love - that is motivation enough, it turns many into poets and painters, it spurs the creativity in you. ~ Bernard Kelvin Clive

She wants me to ruin her
And my pen makes her into poetry! ~ Avijeet Das

The mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within ... could this influence be durable in its original purity and force, it is impossible to predict the greatness of the result; but when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline; and the most glorious poetry that has been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet. ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sing your life; any fool can think of words that rhyme. ~ Morrissey