146 Quotes About Poetry-life

Written soul is called poetry

Imperfection is my ticket, perfection is my pursuit

Yes! all is past—swift time has fled away,Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;How long will horror nerve this frame of clay?I'm dead, and lingers yet my soul behind.Oh! powerful Fate, revoke thy deadly spell,And yet that may not ever, ever be,Heaven will not smile upon the work of Hell;Ah! no, for Heaven cannot smile on me;Fate, envious Fate, has sealed my wayward destiny.

Poems must, of course, be written in emotional freedom. Moreover, poems are not language but the content of the language.

In this life at least,Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well,Impervious heroes we are not…

Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

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

In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.

Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.