“I am most spectacular in convalescence / of the night sky / when I break the shell / in search of silence… — Aaron Kent Copy Share Image
The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
A poem is the perfect place to celebrate imperfection and exult in the ways you fall short of being the person you… — Taylor Mali Copy Share Image
For me a poem has to sing out of itself and the lilt of it carries the magic. — James Broughton Copy Share Image
“Tonight, I won't dream, because nobody has held me and no hands have strayed and even though I'm drunk with love, my… — Melissa Lee-Houghton Copy Share Image
“Pity that child who was born near Rouen, His only crime, to arrive deformed.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“I hope reading my vulnerable thoughts will help you move forward with your journey. A new start. My darling, just let it… — Angela Colleen Prendergast Copy Share Image
A perfect poem is impossible. Once it had been written, the world would end. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Paul Valery speaks of the 'une ligne donnee' of a poem. One line is given to the poet by God or by… — Stephen Spender Copy Share Image
Sometimes, I think the best kind of poem is one in which there is an acute balance between what is humorous and… — N. Scott Momaday Copy Share Image
“Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,… — William Knox Copy Share Image
“Bitter and Frail, young and weak. Smiles are useless, talk is cheap, Give thou venom, fangs like slime, Ugly freak for all… — Keisha Keenleyside Copy Share Image
“The problem with this poem, from your perspective, must be its lack of financial value. I guess my problem with you, from… — Peter Davis Copy Share Image
“all theories like cliches shot to hell, all these small faces looking up beautiful and believing; I wish to weep but sorrow… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“From this the poem springs: that we live in a place That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves And… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“Now, there's a twisty summer storm outside, and I desire nothing but this storm to come. The calm voice on the TV… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“I listened long to your story, Listened but could not hear. When you chose to walk that path so overgrown, I remained… — Anne Elisabeth Stengl Copy Share Image
“I love you." Lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back. It's time. I feel… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey, Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every… — Mehek Bassi Copy Share Image
“i am really colored & really sad sometimes & you hurt me more than i ever danced outta/ i am ready to… — Ntozake Shange Copy Share Image
“REMEMBER YOUR GREATNESS Before you were born, And were still too tiny for The human eye to see, You won the race… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle of sunless water where small islands are only beginning… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
“He spun her world in silver-blue Catching in the light the faintest hues A maiden from a castle tall Its towers spun… — Gina Marinello-Sweeney Copy Share Image
“The Poem About Taking out the Trash In the vast emptiness of darkness, Stars are being born and are burning out; Galaxies… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Iron helmets will not save/ Even heroes from the grave/ Good man's blood will drain away/ While the wickid win the day.” — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
“...a poem is only finished when the last reader has read it or listened to it.” — Cees Nooteboom Copy Share Image
“They tell me to be quiet When I’d rather cause a riot And have everyone screaming Out their eccentric meaning.” — Initially NO Copy Share Image
A poem is a neutrino - mainly nothing - it has no mass and can pass through the earth undetected. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
A poem in my opinion, is opposed to a work of science by having for its immediate object, pleasure, not truth. — Edgar Allan Poe 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
“Brahma and Airavata Long ago in lands of golden sand Brahma turned to Saraswati and gently kissed her inked hand…” — Muse 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
“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
“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
“Love, they said, burns you and builds you. But with you, there’s no ash. Just light.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
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
