The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“There should ne’er be a time When a duty or dime Doth outshine The importance of family.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I have to find a place to hide An island in the sea Surrounded by a racing tide Where I can live… — Laurie Matthew Copy Share Image
A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself. — E. M. Forster Copy Share Image
“Choice- Judgement. Black coffee acid on an empty stomach. Perception. Cool, clear water.” — Keelie Breanna Copy Share Image
“There is always an unspeakable where, perhaps, the nucleus of the living relation between the poem and the world resides.” — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
“A poem that is itself a name does not yearn for the name of its creator, but shines from its name alone.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Brahma and Airavata Long ago in lands of golden sand Brahma turned to Saraswati and gently kissed her inked hand…” — Muse Copy Share Image
“The poem is furious ascension; poetry, the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks – excavation and inflammation –… — René Char Copy Share Image
“7. The first time I arrived here, I never thought I am small and luminous 8. The body, burdened and miraculous 9.… — Erika Meitner Copy Share Image
“Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude. Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the… — Taylor Patton Copy Share Image
“From this arid sphere every discourse and every poem sets forth; and every journey through forests, battles, treasures, banquets, bedchambers, brings us… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
There's a lot of rage in my head. I like the friction that means there is nothing relaxing about writing a poem.… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
“Give me one more night to taste the dark When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How… — Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi Copy Share Image
“My heart is crushed, my knees are weakened. My tears drench my pillow, my tears flood my bed every night. Do you… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
Sometimes the only way I know how to work through something is by writing a poem. And sometimes I get to the… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me will full hands; How could I answer the child?…I do not… — John Green Copy Share Image
“His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew… — Rilke Rainer Maria Copy Share Image
“Hanged" I hung myself today. Hanged? Whatever, the point is I hanged myself today and I’m still hanging. I feel fine. Just… — Bo Burnham Copy Share Image
Just 'Hear' This!!!! There was a Deer, Whose ear sensed a Bear, Deer froze with fear, Bear came near. Negotiated Deer, Dear… — Mohit Sharma Copy Share Image
“Poem - I meet your eyes. You don't even see me. You hardly respond when I whisper hello. Could be my soul… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
“The sun rises bright and beautiful as if it feels no pain. It must not see, it must not hear, it can't… — Jennifer Loren Copy Share Image
