#poem

Poems seem to have a life of their own. They tell you when enough is enough. ↗

— Thomas Lynch

#enough is enough #life #own #poems #seem

What does it take to make a day? A lot of loves along the way... ↗

— Stidger

#love

At the point where I'm trying to force something and it's not happening, and I'm getting frustrated with, say, writing a poem, I can go and pick up the brushes and start painting. At the point where the painting seems to not be going anywhere, I go and pick up the guitar. ↗

— Joni Mitchell

#brushes #force #frustrated #getting #go

I wish I'd been better able to resist the sense of obligation to write some of the poems I did. It's in the nature of commissioned work to be written too much from the side of your mind that knows what it's doing, which dries up the poetry. ↗

— Andrew Motion

#been #better #did #i #i wish

Thanks partly to the kind of poets that we now have and partly to funding, there's been a gigantic shift in the way poetry is perceived... Poems on the Underground, poets in schools, football clubs, zoos. ↗

— Andrew Motion

#clubs #football #football clubs #funding #gigantic

What I try to do is to go into a poem - and one writes them, of course, poem by poem - to go into each poem, first of all without having any sense whatsoever of where it's going to end up. ↗

— Paul Muldoon

#course #each #end #first #first of all

Don't cry my son Don't cry, because life is a redeemed fight Life is a fight that will demean the weak person And will always exalt the strong ones ↗

— Gonçalves Dias

#inspirational-attitude #values-in-life #attitude

It all has to do with art - writing, painting, things I've done for a long time but just never had enough time to pursue. I have poetry - things that are designed for songs, but they're always poems first. ↗

— Jason Newsted

#art #designed #done #enough #first

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#funeral #grief #love #mourning #poem

If I wrote in a sonnet form, I would be distorting. Or if I had some great new idea for line breaks and I used it in a poem, but it's really not right for that poem, but I wanted it, that would be distorting. ↗

— Sharon Olds

#distorting #form #great #had #i