Poetess Quotes

“A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride—and spaces—the groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it’s yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat’s others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.”

“A poetess is a collection of unfinished thoughts. She is a tormented phantom, a harbinger of life and death. Those who peer deep inside her catacombs will learn that even madness is a virtue.”

“Beware of the compound adjective, beloved of the tyro and the 'poetess'.”

“I pen you words from my heartneither paper nor pen would doas I lay them out in flowery fontswhat more could you ask foras I am writing in your heartthe love that I want to endureI am no Keats nor am I anyone but mea poetess longing for your touchget lost with me in my wordsas I serenade you with a forever quill.”

“Some Me of BeautyI took a good long look at myself in a full length mirrorSometimes it’s good to look in a full length mirrorAnd what I saw was not some soul sister poetess of the momentBut I saw just a womanJust a woman feelingJust a woman humanAnd what I felt wasWhat I felt was a spiritual revelationAnd what I felt was a root revival of some love coming onComing on strongAnd I knew then, looking in a full length mirror,That many things were overAnd some me of beauty was about to begin”

“- I believe in unlimited discovery and achievement.- I believe that dreams can become reality.- I believe in true love.- I believe in kindness and intelligence.- I trust life, regardless.”

“Life is the courier of the universal brilliance." Elysse”

“Think I'll miss you forever,Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.”

“Your words on the screen are my color palette I dip my brush into your words and paint youOn the sky, on the ceiling, on the snow; on the tabletOf things eternal : love truth beauty happiness”

“I wore you on me at all timesLike I now carry my pen.Unlike your own opinion myBelongings must have a function.You bled through the ink of my lines andTo be my subject nursed your thirst.Was it my fault, or your own, that you forgot—I do not deal in tender verse.”