#poetic

I love the way you look at me, Your eyes so bright and blue. I love the way you kiss me, Your lips so soft and smooth. I love the way you make me so happy, And the ways you show you care. I love the way you say, "I Love You," And the way you're always there. I love the way you touch me, Always sending chills down my spine. I love that you are with me, And glad that you are mine. ↗

— - Crystal Jansen

#love

What is a Poet? He is a man speaking to men: a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind; a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him; delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#poetics #life

What would your shoes say about the things you do everyday? ↗

— Sherley Mondesir-Prescott

#children #children-s-books #humor #humour #illustrated-books

It is commonly asserted and accepted that Paradise Lost is among the two or three greatest English poems; it may justly be taken as the type of supreme poetic achievement in our literature. ↗

— John Drinkwater

#achievement #among #asserted #commonly #english

Time held no meaning as my mind darted in and out of memories. Past and present collided to create a full-sensory collage out of my life: playing hide-n-seek with my best friends Luke—who always cheated by walking through walls when he was about to be caught—and Lucy; Mr. Caldrin critiquing my sketches and offering ideas to make them more realistic; targets changing faces, blending into the same person, their thoughts rippling through my mind like waves. Through it all, a demon stalked me from the shadows of my memories, never quite showing its face, but crouching, waiting. And then I dreamed.... ↗

— Kimberly Kinrade

#poetic-prose #change

I would define the poetic effect as the capacity that a text displays for continuing to generate different readings, without ever being completely consumed. ↗

— Umberto Eco

#capacity #completely #consumed #continuing #define

No one could ad lib like Peter. You would think that it was all scripted, he was so poetic, but it wasn't. ↗

— Barbara Walters

#could #lib #like #peter #poetic

You are ugly when you love her, you are beautiful and fresh, vital and free, modern and poetic when you don't... you are more beautiful as an orphan than as your mother's son. ↗

— Witold Gombrowicz

#free #fresh #her #love #modern

It's very hard to say I'm surrealist. It's like saying I'm poetic. It's not something you want necessarily to be aware of. ↗

— Michel Gondry

#hard #i #like #necessarily #poetic

I have never considered myself a poet. I have no interest in poetic artistry. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#considered #i #interest #myself #never