I do not write poetry; I take words and dip them in…

“Poetry’s not made of words”

— Ariana Reines

Sometimes poetry--words--give us a small, lovely look at ourselves. And sometimes that is enough.

— Patricia MacLachlan

Poetry is music though, unfortunately, not all music is poetry. Because music has other carriers to take its message - beats, lyrics, singers, bass…

— Nikki Giovanni

The medium of poetry is not words, the medium of poetry is not lines-it is the motion of air inside the human body, coming…

— Robert Pinsky

The masters of information have forgotten about poetry, where words may have a meaning quite different from what the lexicon says, where the metaphoric…

— Anonymous

If you examine the highest poetry in the light of common sense, you can only say that it is rubbish; and in actual fact…

— Aleister Crowley

“Some music has words, and rock had words that at times aspired to poetry, but the words were always sounds first, spoken to the…

— Rebecca Solnit

The advice I continually give to young writers is this, "Learn to paint pictures with words." Not just once upon a time, but ...…

— Brian Jacques

Poetry is when words are robbed of their attributed truth.

— Gunter Brus

I would define, in brief, the Poetry of words as the Rhythmical Creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or…

— Edgar Allan Poe

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

— Edgar Allan Poe

“Always write exactly what you’re feeling at the exact moment when writing something like poetry or an emotional novel. Put yourself, pour all emotions…

— Nina Jean Slack

“When you write a story, don't just write it - live it; When putting words into the mouth of a protagonist (or any character)…

— Arti Honrao

I was born in New Orleans, but I grew up in Hawaii. That was a paradise. That's a paradise I keep inside of me…

— Barbara Hamby

“If you yourself paint or write poetry perhaps, you'll know how it feels to want to produce something ad be frustrated; your mind sulks…

— Kenneth Lillington