Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

I've never made a fortune,and it's probably too late now.But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.

If God gives me strength and courage,When the way grows steep and rough.I'll not ask for other blessings,I'm already blessed enough.

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.

I remember times when things went wrong,My faith wore somewhat thin.But all at once the dark clouds broke,and the sun peeped through again.

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks.

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Allow yourself to be happy and when you do you will influence others around you.

Allow yourself to lend a helping hand and when you do a hand will help you.

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.

A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.

I thank God for his blessings,and the mercies He's bestowed.I'm drinking from my saucer,'Cause my cup has overflowed.

To read a poem is to hear it with our eyes; to hear it is to see it with our ears.

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. Read more at .

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Allow yourself to believe in yourself and when you do you will find self confidence.

Allow yourself to be positive and when you do life will get easier.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

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