Poetry Quotes
Quotes about poetry and the people who write it. This hand-picked collection brings together 29 of the finest poetry quotes ever written — from John Milton, William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and other great voices. Tap Copy on any quote to save or share it.
Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Water, water, every where, nor any drop to drink.
Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep sorrows in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.
I dwell in Possibility — a fairer house than Prose.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies.
Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day.
O my Luve is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in June.
Poetry: the best words in the best order.
At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.
A picture is a poem without words.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.
Poetry should surprise by a fine excess and not by singularity.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you: but when the leaves hang trembling, the wind is passing through.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
April is the cruellest month.
Every valentine deserves a verse; every heart deserves a rhyme.