Poetry Love Spirituality Quotes

“They have the guns, we have the poets. Therefore, we will win.”
― Howard Zinn

“We kept on wandering on the island of roses,
Neither fear dared to touch us nor the grim thorns,
Ignoring the pattern of foes who won't let us flow,
Breaking shackles of darkness that never glows,
We chose to play hide and seek in the vicious sea,
Alas, the cynic in you floats far away in search of better,
And when I reached the shore, trust was no more.”
― Hareem Ch, Another World

“That when we live no more, We may live ever”
― Anne Bradstreet

“What the world neglects, the Lord accepts.”
― Deborah Brodie, The Path That Gets Brighter: A Devotional to Instruct, Illustrate, and Encourage Kingdom Principles

“Mystery, like faith, defies human logic.”
― Maureen Moss

“Count the cost of your calling, find the value of your dream, and most of all find your place in His love.”
― Deborah Brodie, In His Love

“where do i find self love?'
you dig
dig until you find the gold”
― Jenai Charles, Unfolding

“What angel is this
who losing its way,
fell into the Time of my Life.

Fell out of its world and into my spring
a flower to color it in.”
― Anna-Karen Sorensen, A Fate Unwound Too Soon: Glimpses of the Divine

“In this part there’s no you & I just an emptiness filling my mind with screams and cries; ice-cream dipped fries.
This is the part where it all begins the journey
to not the centre of earth but me!”
― Sijdah Hussain, Red Sugar, No More

“There’s no race, but I tire of stillness—
Which side of that reflection puzzle is the juggernaut key to willingness?”
― Tyler Max Redding

“The deeper you look into Truth; your reflection of self disappears.”
― Deborah Brodie, The Path That Gets Brighter: A Devotional to Instruct, Illustrate, and Encourage Kingdom Principles

“Faith encompasses so much more than a denomination!”
― Deborah Brodie

“When your mind is free of the incessant chatter from our inner critics, we are better able to attend to being our most authentic selves and to enjoy life and all it has to offer.”
― Laurie J. Beck

“To those who stand naked in the holy wilderness of life, embracing all shadows of self, I bow to you.”
― Earthschool Harmony, Back to Grace

“Some souls are connected to an invisible thread,
Beyond this world, they exist in their own Universe.”
― Sumit Rai

“А потом…

А потом, потом будет небо
и тихая синева,
потом, потом будет вера
и падающая синева.

Потом откроется правда,
так жаль, что поздно уже,
и будет тихой наградой
птица сидеть на плече.

И будет тихое небо
и шелестящий покой,
и будет тихой свирелью
играть на рассвете прибой.”
― Ekaterina Yakovina, Prikosnovenie Vechnosti

“i am scared i will blow away
too far from who i was
and not end up
at who i want to be”
― Karli Crispin, poems written by a late bloomer

“Skilled love
Authenticity
These things don't trick themselves”
― Sharita a Sims, Vacuum Reality

“You don't know what life is
without having felt
the pain
thump
and delight
of love”
― Sharita a Sims, Vacuum Reality

“He only text you when those he left you for are ignoring him.
He only calls you when he misses sex.
He only tries to kiss you when he sees that you're trying to move on.
He remembers your name only when he needs someone to shout at.
He doesn't deserve your second chances, stop giving second chances to people who hurts you intentionally”
― scbquotes

“Writing poetry, to me, is alchemy. Take the marriage of ink and paper, together they create an offspring of unspeakable beauty. Words can cause great harm or great pleasure, sometimes both. Often, poetry emerges fully fledged onto a blank page, other times it has a long gestation and requires much love to shape it into something to be proud of. In my first book Weaving Wyrd, I delved into the secrets of the invisible threads that bind everything living.”
― Elle Mort, Chemical Wedding

“Tuhanku, bagiku agamaku
dan bagiMU, apalah aku?”
― Shendi Rosyian Dwi C, Gubahan Pertama

“Valley of the Damned. Valkyrie Kari tells of the great warrior Crazy Horse (abridged)

’Twas written of those of long ago,
That honor should be “as long as grass shall grow.”
In battle honor is a fearsome beast, none can contain, In the strength of heart, it brings only shame.
A mighty warrior of the plains was he,
Crazy Horse of Sioux battle creed.
Given to the ravages of noble, savage war,
Against his enemies, he vaulted fore.
Peering down from lofty mountain hold,
The Horse in dream; the warrior was of olde.
The promises they were broken one by one,
Until only war unbridled could be hardtily done.
Understanding and honor was not for those weak,
Only the evil Long-knives now he eagerly did seek.
The Knives came to steal, to plunder their land,
To kill sacred mother with marauding, guilty hands.
They had no regard for their own swelling words,
With lust in their eyes, their greed greatly stirred.
From southern lands came noise that Longhair did kill, Black Kettle’s camp, their blood he had spilled.
Longhair destroyed all; dastard agent of evil strife,
Deprived them of children and their bountiful life.
Yet this lone, brave holy man stood in Longhair’s way, Crazy Horse, vision man, his plans were well framed.
His command rode north hard to that destined battle, To meet wicked Longhair—to dash him from the saddle.
Fate led him on to Little Bighorn,
Where warriors of the sun met with sacred horn.
A hellish dry place of calamitous battle,
Found many a soul hearing death’s final rattle.
The Long-snakes scouted for the great camp,
That morn’ they set their fateful, forked-tongue attack.
They raised their sabers, waved them strong,
Entered eternity, their deaths foresaw.
A sea of pilfered blue engulfed in crimson red,
Amidst swirls of feathers sacred of the motherland.
Through carnage, The Horse did lead his men,
Beyond the battle, to the place where legend began.
Up hill rode the bold Crazy Horse,
With a thousand others to show determined force.
To engage Long-knives at their last stand,
Striking them down until dead was every man.
Great Gall and Crazy Horse led that righteous attack,
Against forceful Custer, whose plans did not lack, For ’twas he himself who boasted, wantonly said, “I will become a great chief, if my enemies I fill with lead.”
With righteous honor as their sacred ally,
Holy arrows that day swiftly let fly.
Horse met Longhair in battle forever stayed,
Defeated mighty Custer; his corpse on the field in state.
Upon that fateful day, on sage choked sandy plain,
Spirits clashed with spirits, for the sacred domain.
Unconquerable, indomitable this sacred warrior heart,
Leads many against the evil now, for this righteous court.
Thus, Horse brought the valiants into stark raved battle,
Battle scarred by holy wounds delivered by blue devils.
Yet he would not relent, this honorable man of gifted vision, But peace came through the lie; his life ended by steel incision.
Breathing his last, quiet honor came his way,
“Bring my heart home, the Great Spirit will find my way.”
Thus ˊtis with all whose understanding shows what may, Honor leads righteousness to death, ask they of that claim.
War spirit vigilant with mighty spear and bow in hand,
Leads Great Plains spirits, under his gallant command.
His spirit never conquered lives it to this good day,
Among the heroic mighty, let us his spirit proclaim.
In the hour of travail, honor can be finely seen,
Leading multitudes unto battle, their hearts boundlessly free.
Cowards can never know the freedom of the plains and wind,
Or how she musters a soul and the courage found within.
Born in deep commune of Earth and Great Spirit above,
Understanding and honor flow from hearts of great love.
One without understanding is a fool at best,
One without honor is a spirit that ne’er rests.
O’ majestic One of the relentless plain,
The mountains ring joyous with thy name.”
― douglas laurent

“Do you see my diamond-studded smile and passion-filled eyes? It’s because I’m in that stage of my life where I have nothing to prove to anyone. There is no elaborate pretence and no lavish ostentations. Genuineness smoulders in yellow gold, and I carry integrity on my eyelids. I stitch virtue, ornately and intricately, in every feather of my powder silver wings, which thrusts me past the iridescent rainbow where my ambitions soar high amid the dappled blanket of the sky. This is I; the stronger me, the happier me and the empowered me.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan

“Overexposure can damage the skin you are in.”
― Wrushank Sorte

“Poetry is not the possession of those who write it. Poetry is the possession of those who need it. And I realised why I have become a poet. It’s because I can feel the pain and love of people. I can feel the innermost feelings of people. The tenderness of hurt souls. And I want to heal the world by my words.”
― Avijeet Das

“Soul and body

Different souls walk in this world.
Souls are dressed in bodies
so that nobody could see the souls naked.

Coloured souls cannot be mixed with each other.

It is a lone walk along the road of life.
People mix their bodies.
It is easy.
It gives the hope of understanding.

But lone souls walk in the world.”
― Ekaterina Yakovina, Sailboat of Words

“Poetry is the art of capturing motion in words, painting a picture that moves with every syllable.”
― Ajaz Ahmad Khawaja

“The sun that gives shade to all has no shadow of its own”
― Ritu Negi

“His love was overpriced, and she was on a budget.”
― Leah Cass