I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I feel like I am in the service of the poem. The poem isn't something I make. The poem is something I… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“I think there is something broken in our generation, there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“It sometime takes a long time and a hard time to realize he just doesn’t deserve your you.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it-- — Franz Wright Copy Share Image
“The poem was made not just to exist, but to speak—to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“At last the bottom fell out. No more water in the pail. No more moon in the water.” — as the character Wendy John Gould in the short story Copy Share Image
“Now the fire rises and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red roses of flame.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
One of my greatest joys is poetry. I read it almost every day, and I've even taken a stab at writing some… — Maria Shriver Copy Share Image
“Secure in his flight Rider on the constant winds Hawk flies through his days Looks then to the east Prompted by fate’s… — Steve Robison Copy Share Image
“Each today, well-lived, makes yesterday a dream of happiness and each tomorrow a vision of hope. Look, therefore, to this one day,… — Robin Craig Clark Copy Share Image
How does one happen to write a poem: where does it come from? That is the question asked by the psychologists or… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
“If the feet of enlightenment moved, the great ocean would overflow; If that head bowed, it would look down upon the heavens.… — Paul Reps Copy Share Image
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the… — Edna St Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
“The Beautiful Poem" I go to bed in Los Angeles thinking about you. Pissing a few moments ago I looked down at… — Richard Brautigan Copy Share Image
“No matter how you are taught by your teacher about how to recite a poem, it is impossible to wear your teacher's… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
“I WONDER IF HEAVEN GOT A GAY GHETTO Lorde know(s) cis-hets don't like me Baldwin know(s) how white homos exoticize me I… — Christopher Soto Copy Share Image
“Let no one reduce to tears or reproach This statement of the mastery of God, Who, with magnificent irony, gave Me at… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Discouragement, fear, and depression— three villains who lurk in the dark. They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The soul is a divider of hearts, a subtle harp its love forsakes the drunkards and debauchees love forgets nothing, but nothing… — Jeremy Limn Copy Share Image
“I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“These aren't still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer. Rare is the rose-burst of dawn, but the secret… — G. Campbell Morgan Copy Share Image
I don't remember the first poem that I wrote because I've been creating poems since I was around 2 or 3. I… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
