146 Quotes About Poetry-life

Something about perfectiondisgusts me.

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

Trapped in passing minutes, numbers that confine. The tightest grip, they seem to have, these ticking hands of time

Will asked the same questions as many times as he’d read the verse. What did Keats want to do, why would it take so many years, and what the hell ever got done just because a guy decided to overwhelm himself in poetry called by an old fashioned word?

What am I to do?What is my destiny?I have no idea, not a clueFeeling lost and empty.What is my dream?What is my future?I beg thee to listen to me,I beg thee to answer.

I don't feel strong anymoreI feel like falling to my knees.Things aren't the way they were before,They're not the way they're supposed to be.

I yearn to make these scars disappearAnd to forget about the past.To throw away all of my fearsAnd to be happy at last.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

I love being able to see an un-written future.