The first poems I knew were nursery rhymes, and before I could read them for myself, I had come to love just the words of them, the words alone.Dylan Thomas
In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you.Abbas Kiarostami
It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.WritingHoward Nemerov
Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.Peace, BreadPablo Neruda
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken
The crownless again shall be king.
Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.Jaime Gil de Biedma
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousands winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow,
I am the sunnlight in ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed, it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.WritingNicholas Sparks in The Notebook
A living poem had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.Writing, InspirationNicholas Sparks in The Notebook
What was it when I looked at you
What power has chained me through and through
And binds my heart with links so tight
I can not live without the sight - of you
Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams, it learned to breathe fresh air
Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared