“If liberty sang a song, little, as the larynx of a bird, nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.” — Ahmad Shamlou Copy Share Image
“My path will weave The way you say There is no doubt You'll create the way” — William O'Brien Copy Share Image
How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“& lord knows I have been called by what I look like more than I have been called by what I actually am” — Hanif Abdurraqib Copy Share Image
You say to yourself, Well, this poem isn't going to be any good, but I'll write it anyway. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
“Your love for me is transparent, no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“she was too much of a warrior to be considered a princess she never cared for the crown she preferred a sword” — R.H. Sin Copy Share Image
There is nothing we should be quite so grateful for as the last line of the poem that goes, 'When your own… — Yamamoto Tsunetomo Copy Share Image
“In a world that has no heaven the earth becomes an abyss. And the poem is one of its consolation prizes. One… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“This time around I was so lonely that I was forced to be face to face with myself. Realizing at the end… — Kandi Dougherty Copy Share Image
The form of my poem rises out of a past that so overwhelms the present with its worth and vision that I'm… — Hart Crane Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we need to remove ourselves. To occasionally stand away from the noise. To silence the chatter that never sleeps. To take… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
One does not read a poem by Gwendolyn Brooks with hopes that it will grant him a career in engineering; he does… — Clint Smith Copy Share Image
“You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under… — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
“When you are incapable of speaking, Then words are searching for you. When you are incapable of smiling, Then happiness is searching… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“And even if she were, even if we had our answer, whatever it was, what would we do with it? How would… — Amy Boesky Copy Share Image
I'm only me.That's all I can be. No more,no less,don't second guess.I live, I laugh,I cry.I've wished sometimes that I could die.… — Wans Copy Share Image
“Poem against War Bonfires burn brightly ”I see what you don’t see” Deathly pale rattles the sky. The children have grown old;… — sir kristian goldmund aumann Copy Share Image
“Sing a song of suspense in which the players die. Four and twenty ravens in an Edgar Allan Pie. When the pie… — Jessica McHugh Copy Share Image
“The aching in my chest isn't because I miss you, it's realizing that you have become someone I no longer know, your… — Tanzy Sayadi Copy Share Image
“THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“I love you in my very own way. Like a stone loves the mosses around it Like a sea loves the pebbles… — Arzum Uzun Copy Share Image
“[Poem II] I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming. Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
“Oh, a sleeping drunkard Up in Central Park, And a lion-hunter In the jungle dark, And a Chinese dentist, And a British… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
“There are no good tights, Rare they are, a rare sight. You roll and roll Inside a new hole, They´re only good… — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
To approach a poem as if it is a puzzle to be understood is to miss the point. — John Cooper Clarke Copy Share Image
“This poem is endless, the odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent;” — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“You’ve always been a storm Your lightning mouth Electrifies my heart” — Holly Ducarte Copy Share Image
“I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. --From the poem "Mad Girl's… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A poem is a verbal artifact which must be as skillfully and solidly constructed as a table or a motorcycle. — W. H. Auden Copy Share Image
It's a little mad, but I believe I am many people. When I am writing a poem, I feel I am the… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Tide with invisible strings, I'm an embroidery in fate, A mess and misunderstood, A masterpiece worth the wait.” — Ritu Negi Copy Share Image
“there are only so many things that you can fix with your hands. ...What they don't realize is I am not a… — Danabelle Gutierrez Copy Share Image
“I made her go because I knew she could do better and now I wonder if I should have just been better.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
First, a poem must be magical, then musical as a sea-gull and it must hold fire as well. — Jose Garcia Villa Copy Share Image
“Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.” — Ankita Singhal Copy Share Image
“What was hard was discovering the true life of the poem inside its technical scaffolding.” — Linda Wagner-Martin Copy Share Image
“We can't go back, though we're apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.” — Brook Emery Copy Share Image
“you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire… — Sina Queyras Copy Share Image
![“[Poem II] I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming. Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other, you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed: our friend the poet comes into my room where I’ve been writing for days, drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere, and I…” quote by Adrienne Rich](https://sms4smile.com/q/img-quotes/402/adrienne-rich-803_long-way_poem-ii-i-wake-up-in-your-bed-i-know-i-h_1124584.png)
