Poetry Quote by robert m drake — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more then you’re willing to be.”

“But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.”

“Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.”

“I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I've died within myself and lived a thousand different lives. I too fight the same war and I too am drowning in the puddles of self-consciousness this world created.”

“We swallowed the chaos because we knew we didn't want to be ordinary.”

“We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.”

“I will follow you,”

“My prayers, my tears, my wishes, fears, and lamentations, were witnessed by myself and heaven alone. When we are harassed by sorrows or anxieties, or long oppressed by any powerful feelings which we must keep to ourselves, for which we can obtain and seek no sympathy from any living creature, and which yet we cannot, or will not wholly crush, we often naturally seek relief in poetry—and often find it, too—whether in the effusions of others, which seem to harmonize with our existing case, or in our own attempts to give utterance to those thoughts and feelings in strains less musical, perchance, but more appropriate, and therefore more penetrating and sympathetic, and, for the time, more soothing, or more powerful to rouse and to unburden the oppressed and swollen heart.”

“I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I'm sweep into darkness in my search for the light.”

“where do i find self love?'”

“She was everything real in a world of make-believe.”

“Poetry, today, is struggling for its space. Poets are writing poems. Readers are not reading poems. Other poets are reading other poets’ poems. They seldom like or appreciate what others write. Poetry, therefore, has turned itself into an unresolving cycle of paradox!”