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Quotes on Poetry All
Quotes are by me, Keith E. Hendrickson “Poetry
is a mausoleum of woven expression, its inner voice details the beauty in its
poetic deception, and endures thy tears of embrace.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Of
life’s meaning engrossed in its word, fearless and innovative, is the
perception created.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “If
life began its wisdom with Christ, then its expression started with the
poetic verse of enduring harmony.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Within
morning’s lust, bring sufficient breath the bewilderment of expression, a
ritual of peace, is when I write a poem, a lyric of absolute surrender of my
heart, and entice this within my being.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Poetry
is a shadow of what is humanity, and is forever, my asylum.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Poetry
is an art of sorrow’s paint within solemn tears, which caresses my being like
white heavenly unicorns with wings like an angel.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Poetry
is a face that has many names, a description that describes itself, and heart
that writes its verse, it is where the heart is united and strengthened with
imagination and heart.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Poetry
is a façade of truth, heart, expression, and true description of life’s
crusade.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “If
me as a poet is truly my identity, then life is where I acceptance is
accepted.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Poetry
is neither violent or shame, it is constructive personalities brought
together with a pen and paper, this is where life truly lies.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “To
perform a craft in the poetic language, you need only your heart and
imagination, for there is less risk in exposing the life's essence from the
probable cause of effect. The effect derives from you, like a Guardian whom
mystically writes from its own solutions. You must create each faucet and
experience as if the reader can grasp the very soul of its Subject.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “The
lights burst like a cannon, and that is when you know it is desirable.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “The
heart derives from the penance of its heart, otherwise, it is nothing.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “It
closes its shape of form, when you have forgotten, but a great poem, is
intact forever, sketched into your mind as if it made a difference.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Dark
clouds form into the night-lit sky, and you are immense in the conflict of
its vision, its entirety of life, to posses one's passion, and regard the
other.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “To
judge, is not to put a grade of indifference, but how the effect became
logical.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Singing
in the distance, is far more delusional than actually being there, and that, is
what makes the poetic verse so unique.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “One
can write and read poetry in the day, night, or morning, and it is always the
best part of the day.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Delusions
are made by most, but few intact the profound reality of the imagination.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Everybody
can read, everybody can write, but few retake the legacy of its form.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “If
you tremor into the night awhile you are asleep, you are led to the
boundaries of the unknown.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Questioning
the motivation, I question not but the language it holds.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “If
only the father could comprehend the passion for her daughter's delight.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “If
it holds the key, it holds the inspiration in all of us.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “To
believe others that say you are not a good poet, then perhaps he or she is
even worse.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “The
worst poets may be not-interesting, but I, see no worst poets, but poets who
try and are in my mind, a great poet.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “The
heart of the ocean relies on you, to be imprisoned in your own word, to share
and unite, in its poetic silence.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “To
write like a poetic dragon, first unleash the flames as thoughts, then, build
upon your energy, to create a character that grasps the reader.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “The
heart is split in two, one side, you have innocence, creativity, and
imagination; the other you have darkness, creatures of the night chasing you,
and most of all, and idleness. Take the side that has the poetic lunge for
success, for, there is only one side that can be true, and one side that can
be false, take the wrong side, you will sloop even lower than you have
become.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Stay
connected within your thoughts, if you stray, your poem will get mislead, and
that would transpire into an art of a loss, but to stay straight, in a line
that will hold you to the end, you will find that once being there, you will
never want to be anywhere else.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Ordinary
is for the weak, we want imprisoned art from the soul, we want the word that
will grab you, we want the syllables that faint the hours that we know that
you wrote this poem, we want you to be this and nothing more. Place your
fears aside, because you too are worthy of such a challenge.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “Astray
in thine mind, confused and weak, that is when I know when I am ready.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “The
country is vast, any country, and when you let it, you fuel the unexpected.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “I
laugh out load when I see this poem blink, but when it shines, it makes me
proud.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “I
listen to the echoes of the forth frontier, but cannot yet help the
transfusion that make it be, like a volcano spitting flies as it coughs up
smoke, that is what makes a poem.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “I
am here, you are there, words will move faster then sound, through the poetic
freedom we heir as insanity.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “We
break the curtains; we pay for them, but who is going to write about it?” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “I
listen to the groups that faint, and I questions, their moral strength when
it comes to art.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “There
is always a time for peace, but in this war, peace only prolongs the
inevitable, there is only distrust that guides us there, where we are tigers
after a herd of sheep. That is poetry.” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “You
dance, I sing, I dance, you sing, who writes the song?” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “We
feel, we are, we am, but what about you?” —By
Keith E. Hendrickson “I
listen to you throughout the day, and I see talent and success ringing in the
future, but do we ever develop a trust that goes too far.” —By
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