The voice does go up in a poem. It is an address, even if it is to oneself. — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
“When one is highly alert to language, then nearly everything begs to be a poem.” — James Tate Copy Share Image
Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm sick of this poem, you probably are too. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Her heart was wild, but I didn’t want to catch it, I wanted to run with it, to set me free.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“I spent all night weaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautiful when you wear my light.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I see a bright portion under the overhead light that shades into darkness and then into darker darkness and I can't see… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I remember the way love used to glow on my skin before he made his way in now every touch feels like… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“Love, they said, burns you and builds you. But with you, there’s no ash. Just light.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Great Britain be proud, be blessed, be bold! Show the world what are you made of; show them you are made of… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“How young I seem; I am exceptional; I think of all I have. But really no one is exceptional, No one has… — Randall Jarell Copy Share Image
Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough… — Mary Karr Copy Share Image
At the very beginning when I begin writing a poem I try not to think of the audience or anyone at all… — Rita Dove Copy Share Image
Remember picture books are the closest form of writing to a poem. Even though they don't have to rhyme, they must be… — Kirby Larson Copy Share Image
So much of our lives depends on accidents of birth, time, and geography. This haunts me. In some lives, few "or"s are… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They… — Jack Spicer Copy Share Image
I don't know where the shape of a poem comes from. I certainly don't impose it. I write out of a jumble… — Michael Longley Copy Share Image
“Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
“I desired to praise the Chosen One and was hindered By my own inability to grasp the extent of his glory. How… — Ibn Juzayy al-Kalbi Copy Share Image
“We don’t find God in temples and cathedrals. We don’t find Him by standing on a prayer rug or sitting in a… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end.… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over The bending poplars, newly bare, And the dark ribbons of the chimneys Veer downward; flicked by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“A black butterfly, confused and mad, Stung at my hand, thinking it was bad. My hand, not mad, just curious and sad,… — 3rd Degree Burn Copy Share Image
“Not every day is awful. Not every day is good. Despite the way the hours pass, I’m living like I should. Not… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“And you’re a tall drink of water because we’re so fucking thirsty” — Andrew Faulkner Copy Share Image
