2,705 Quotes About Poem

For [W. B.] Yeats magic was not so much a kind of poetry as poetry a kind of magic, and the object of both alike was evocation of energies and knowledge from beyond normal consciousness.

Your printers have made but one blunder,Correct it instanter, and then for the thunder!We'll see in a jiffy if this Mr S[pencer]Has the ghost of a claim to be thought a good fencer.To my vision his merits have still seemed to dwindle,Since I have found him allied with the great Dr T[yndall]While I have, for my part, grown cockier and cockier,Since I found an ally in yourself, Mr L[ockyer]And am always, in consequence, thoroughly willin',To perform in the pages of Nature's M[acmillan].

அக்கினிக் குஞ்சொன்று கண்டேன்-அதைஅங்கொரு காட்டிலோர் பொந்திடை வைத்தேன்;வெந்து தணிந்தது காடு;-தழல்வீரத்தில் குஞ்சென்றும் மூப்பென்றும் உண்டோ?தத்தரிகிட தத்ரிகிட தித்தோம்.

Di gran furore si pregna il suo scheletro,bagliori saettano, uscendo e rientrandoda essa come rincorsi durante una fuga.Sembra un dio del cielo, pieno di boria,quando ai mortali si appresta a elargiredoni che celano invero soltanto inganni.Alza l’avambraccio, contrae il bicipite,rilucono nei suoi occhi di ghiaccio le luciornate dai lapislazzuli. Secco il rilascio.Un potente boato squassa l’intero suolo.

In school, I hated poetry - those skinny,Malnourished poems that professors love;The bad grammar and dirty words that catchIn the mouth like fishhooks, tear holes in speech.Pablo, your words are rain I run through,Grass I sleep in.

We are only allowed to livedue to some colossal misunderstanding.

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.

Laws of physicslaws of loveof time and spaceand the (in)between place(in)between you and meand where we arelost and lookinglooking and lost

The poem is called: The first glance.You were standing there Your presence changing the atmosphere.I can’t help to stare Your beauty is so rare. Watching you Is like the sunset on the ocean shore. Hearing your voice Left me wanting more.Oh, baby you’re giving me no choice.I beg you to fulfill my lonelinessWith your gracefulness. I beg you to give me a glimpse Of your pure soul.Baby, make me whole, Make me freeAnd go out with me.