“If you are a dreamer, come sit by my fire. For we have some flax-golden tales to spin; come in! Come in!” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“His relentless lust Failed to accept the demands of love, He got back his senses And responded to her But, just too… — Jyoti Patel Copy Share Image
[On writing her first poem at age eight:] An ode to my dead mother and father, who were both alive and pretty… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
And what I've found over time is that for me to write a poem that I think is worthy that I can… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
In a poem the words should be as pleasing to the ear as the meaning is to the mind. — Marianne Moore Copy Share Image
“Stay away from the underground lake I implore, The Siren will see you are heard of no more.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“She reminded me that I could write stories,/ could be struck by lightning & live.” — Jen Currin Copy Share Image
“Darkness all around, smoke in between my fingers, all you have given me dear, sorrow and sadness to sing here.” — Santosh Kalwar Copy Share Image
“The storms inside uncoil into sky held calm by far seeing eyes Memories dressed in the translucent trickery of the mind, so… — Tamara Rendell Copy Share Image
“I'm trying to let a poem do what a poem does: Make things simpler We don't need poems to make things more… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“The horses have stopped their clippity-clop, but feet are too slow for where I must go. So here I shall stay until… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The sweetest melody that plays on starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening ears and calming to beleaguering fears,… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
Love the earth and sun and animals, Despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, Stand up for the stupid and crazy,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I've thought of the last line of some poems for years and tried them out, It wouldn't work because the last line… — Howard Nemerov Copy Share Image
I write some country music. There's a song called 'I Hope You Dance.' Incredible. I was going to write that poem; somebody… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
Wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. The poem tells me it’s no big deal that I’m not… — Helen Oyeyemi Copy Share Image
“So about an hour later we are in the taxi shooting along empty country roads towards town. The April light is clear… — Anne Carson Copy Share Image
Dear Mariched Manansala, who doesn't seem to care.. This poem is for you, I hope you would dare.. I always dream of… — Arvie Reforsado Copy Share Image
“Don’t pack out! To some people, you make life bright When you decide to dim your light Their lives will be full… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
Sometimes a poem starts because I feel the urge to write about something from which I carry a great deal of shame,… — Bao Phi Copy Share Image
“HUG DAY POEM: Wrap me in your hug.. make me feel happy! Hold me tight and close.. not like a pillow or… — Vikrmn Copy Share Image
“The Old Man at the Wheel Measured against the immeasurable universe, no word you have spoken brought light. Brought light to what,… — Frank Bidart Copy Share Image
“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke remembrances of a carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be.… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
“Marcus’s appearance the day before had been discussed, dissected, analyzed, and—by Lady Sarah Pleinsworth, Honoria’s cousin and one of her closest friends… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
“ She has the look of one who seeks some greater and destroying passion: ” — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“Time is the real emperor and there is no space for any pride since time flies and blows away anything.” — Neel Preet Copy Share Image
“I am too pure for you or anyone. From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
It's sometimes hard to know who's choosing whom - the poem, the song, or the writer. — Cornelius Eady Copy Share Image
He that works and does some Poem, not he that merely says one, is worthy of the name of Poet. — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
“also, the oldest notion still in vogue is that if you can’t understand a poem then it almost certainly is a good… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, I have placed you in my hall Where I wander every day. Echo beauty, and you’ll stay.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it. — James Schuyler Copy Share Image
“Loneliness is a disease spread by people who try to use other people to cure their loneliness.” — Vironika Wilde Copy Share Image
“one doesn't even think of the liver and if the liver doesn't think of us, that's fine.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“These bones I carry were borrowed from women much stronger than I. Know that when you need them, you can borrow mine.” — Nichole McElhaney Copy Share Image
“There is a difference between a poem and a writing incrusted with a feel of Poetry to fall within range” — Mpho Leteng Copy Share Image
“You are the poem I never knew how to write and this life is the story I have always wanted to tell.” — Tyler Knott Gregson Copy Share Image
“Writing a poem doubles, triples the experience or connection that initiated it.” — Frances Mayes Copy Share Image
“It is time I came back to my real life After this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
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