100+ Poems in Quotes: Beautiful & Shareable Poetry Lines for Social Media

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

In your arms, I’ve found my home.

Your voice is my favorite sound in the world.

Loving you is the greatest adventure of my life.

Every time I see you, I fall in love all over again.

You’re the poem I never knew how to write.

My heart beats in your rhythm.

With you, even silence speaks volumes of love.

You are the quiet I never knew I needed.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

The earth has music for those who listen.

I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky.

Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.

The mountains are calling, and I must go.

To sit in the shade on a fine day is the nearest thing to heaven.

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net forever.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

Let the rain kiss you, let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

The wind whispers secrets only the trees understand.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Still I rise, like dust borne on the air.

Our lives are not our own; we are bound to others by life’s design.

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.

Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Success is counted sweetest by those who ne’er succeed.

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, I launch out into the unknown.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower, we will grieve not.

The best way out is always through.

What lies before us and what lies behind us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Because I could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

We wear the mask that grins and lies.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep.

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.

There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child.

I felt a funeral, in my brain, and mourners to and fro kept treading.

Nothing gold can stay.

I have lost my sight, my hearing, my tongue, and now I lose my soul.

The heart asks pleasure first, and then, if possible, the absence of pain.

I have a theory about reincarnation: if you're a really good person, in your next life you come back as someone else.

Beware the dandelion—its yellow cheer hides a lawn-wide conspiracy.

If ever two were one, then surely we. For I eat the last slice, and you pretend not to see.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you—but also expensive and occasionally moody.

I am not drunk, just poetically inclined.

I asked the mirror who’s the fairest of them all—it said ‘try again after coffee.’

The cow jumped over the moon, probably because rent was cheaper up there.

I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree—especially when it blocks my view of one.

I’m nobody—nobody’s perfect—so I guess I am.

I used to be indecisive. Now I’m not sure.

I am not lazy, I am in energy-saving mode.

Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by.

We are all fragments of a broken mirror reflecting one another.

Not all those who wander are lost.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

We live, we love, we die—meanwhile, the universe remains silent.

To be or not to be—that is the question.

Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.

The self is not something ready-made, it is formed through choice and action.

We are the authors of our own stories, even when we don’t know the ending.

In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty, men want to be good and want to be loved.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world.

I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.

The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.

God is a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

Knock, and He’ll open the door. Vanish, and He’ll make you shine like the sun.

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew—love at first sight is mutual.

Be empty of worrying. Think of who created thought!

Peace comes from within. Do not seek it without.

You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.

Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

You build a ladder to climb out of hell, rung by rung, word by word.

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart).

I contain multitudes.

The world is on fire, and we’re dancing on the edge of extinction.

I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.

You do not have to be good. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Sometimes the most ordinary things can be extraordinary if you try to see them as such.

Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful.

We were made to wonder, to reach, to feel.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

I believe in kindness, in quiet gestures, in the weight of a hand on a shoulder.

I am learning to speak the language of birds, to read the wind, to trust the dark.

I am not woman enough for you, so I will be more than you can hold.

I am mine, and I belong to no one.

A woman is the full circle. Within her is the power to create, nurture, and transform.

I am not what I've been called. I am not what I've been told.

We were taught to be queens, not brides.

I wear my scars like crowns.

She wasn't looking for a knight. She was looking for a sword.

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Women are bridges, and we will not burn.

I am not angry, I am tired of pretending I’m not.

We are wild, we are wise, we are worth it.

No longer waiting for permission, I declare myself free.

Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus.

Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who traveled far and wide.

The path to paradise begins in hell.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

I met a traveler from an antique land who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert.