Sculpting Poetry Quotes

In poetry we pare down our thoughts into their most graceful shapes, like minimalist sculptures. ~ Patricia Robin Woodruff

From our solitude
we shall create,
forge songs ,
pour in the reflection
of the stars and
refresh the mind
about the silk-ridden roads
that wait for them
who have forgotten
to feel. ~ Tara Estacaan

When all is lost, there is still a memory. ~ Dejan Stojanovic

We aim to be
men who'll make
our mothers proud,
but we end up
making them cry,
and are only
slightly better
than our fathers,
at best ~ Phil Volatile

Poetry is often generations in advance of the thought of its time. ~ Louise Bogan

The campus, an academy of trees,
under which some hand, the wind's I guess,
had scattered the pale light
of thousands of spring beauties,
petals stained with pink veins;
secret, blooming for themselves.
We sat among them.
Your long fingers, thin body,
and long bones of improbable genius;
some scattered gene as Kafka must have had.
Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles.
That simple that was myself, half conscious,
as though each moment was a page
where words appeared; the bent hammer of the type
struck against the moving ribbon.
The light air, the restless leaves;
the ripple of time warped by our longing.
There, as if we were painted
by some unknown impressionist. ~ Ruth Stone

In the calm violence of your being, desire. ~ Carole Maso

Beauty becomes ugly
under the influence of
the demons inside the mind. ~ HoBs

I could no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat. ~ Alfred Edward Housman

but some of us are born / in orbit / so learn /to commune with miles of darkness / patterns of dead gods / & quiet / o quiet like you / wouldn't believe ~ Franny Choi

The drama embraces and applies all the beauties and decorations of poetry. The sister arts attend and adorn it. Painting, architecture, and music are her handmaids. The costliest lights of a people's intellect burn at her show. All ages welcome her. ~ Robert Aris Willmott

Heaven's no place for one who thrives on hell. ~ Carrie Fisher

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. ~ Emily Dickinson

You may rely on it that you have the best of me in my books, and that I am not worth seeing personally, the stuttering, blunderingclod-hopper that I am. Even poetry, you know, is in one sense an infinite brag and exaggeration. Not that I do not stand on all that I have written,
but what am I to the truth I feebly utter? ~ Henry David Thoreau

You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque. You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, anxious to receive all. ~ Kahlil Gibran

Life is never beautiful, but only the pictures of life are so in the transfiguring mirror of art or poetry; especially in youth, when we do not yet know it. Many a youth would receive great peace of mind if one could assist him to this knowledge. ~ Arthur Schopenhauer

She had just enough madness to make her interesting ~ Atticus Poetry

I take as metaphysical poetry that in which what is ordinarily apprehensible only by thought is brought within the grasp of feeling, or that in which what is ordinarily only felt is transformed into thought without ceasing to be feeling. ~ T. S. Eliot

Our souls fell in love long before we ever knew. ~ N.R.Hart

In my mind he is a demon and a god
and I blame him, I blame him, I blame him
for the world I created on my own
as much as the one he built around me. ~ Miriam Joy

...you look at me like an emergency ~ Adrienne Rich

Care: not carnage
Love: not loathing
Peace: not pieces ~ Maddy Kobar

My mama steps out of her dress
and drops it, an inheritance falling to my feet.
She stands alone: bathed, blooming,
burdened with nothing of this world.
Her body is naked and beautiful,
her wings gray and scorched,
her brown eyes piercing the brown of mine.
I watch her departure, her flapping wings:
She doesn't look back, not even once,
not even to whisper my name ~ Brenda Sutton Rose

The Arrow and the Song
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend. ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I am filled with the thought that there's nothing more thrilling than all those things in your future, waiting to be known. ~ Cath Crowley

Death is the end of the poetry we call life. ~ Debasish Mridha

He could guide anyone to the point of no return. He'd corral them with poetry, music, invoking the alcoholic gods that all died young. But we were so young, we didn't know we had anything we would miss. ~ Hannah Lillith Assadi

I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark. ~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

My mother asked me what I wanted for my birthday, so I said I wanted to read poetry with her. ~ Guy Johnson

The incarnation took all that properly belongs to our humanity and delivered it back to us, redeemed. All of our inclinations and appetites and capacities and yearnings are purified and gathered up and glorified by Christ. He did not come to thin out human life; He came to set it free. All the dancing and feasting and processing and singing and building and sculpting and baking and merrymaking that belong to us, and that were stolen away into the service of false gods, are returned to us in the gospel. ~ Thomas Howard

My idea of good poetry is any dog doing anything. ~ J. Boone