“At last the bottom fell out. No more water in the pail. No more moon in the water.” — as the character Wendy John Gould in the short story Copy Share Image
“Now the fire rises and offers a dozen, singing, deep-red roses of flame.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I need about one hundred fifty drafts of a poem to get it right, and fifty more to make it sound spontaneous. — James Dickey Copy Share Image
the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same. — Muriel Rukeyser Copy Share Image
I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, "a long poem," is simply a flat contradiction… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I feel like I am in the service of the poem. The poem isn't something I make. The poem is something I… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“I think there is something broken in our generation, there are so many sad eyes on happy faces.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“It sometime takes a long time and a hard time to realize he just doesn’t deserve your you.” — Atticus Poetry 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
“when you're young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting alone in the closet can fire your bones; when you're old… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“Nothing can be done but by inches. I write out my life hour by hour, word by word . . . imagining… — Adrienne Rich 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
It really gets on my goat that people keep quoting Dorothea Mackellar's 'My Country' as proof that there is no such thing… — Judy Horacek Copy Share Image
“You want to know, companions of my youth, How much has changed the wild but shy young poet Forever writing last poem… — Emmanuel Lacaba Copy Share Image
“A foolish man question: “what is love?” A madman answer: “Love is an omnipresent attribute of human life. Our appetite will always… — Santosh Kalwar Copy Share Image
“...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems… — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
“True story This morning I jumped on my horse And went for a ride, And some wild outlaws chased me And shot… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“The Gauze of Flowers, A Love Poem” Remember when we couldn’t name it because it was a meadow wild with tulips, both… — Olena Kalytiak Davis Copy Share Image
“After you left I stared at the driveway Feeling its emptiness Wondering if you’d return. After you left I thought about your… — Tamara Ireland Stone Copy Share Image
“Are there flowers here, your ladyship?' he asked when Pole had gone. 'Flowers?' Lucretia touched a hand to her cheek. 'Surely you… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it-- — Franz Wright Copy Share Image
“The poem was made not just to exist, but to speak—to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“this is where the poets will interject / they will say: show, dont tell / but that assumes most people can see” — Marwa Helal Copy Share Image
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet. — Rumi Copy Share Image
The first poem I ever wrote, about loss, when I was 5 years old, expressed the themes of everything I would ever write. — Marguerite Young Copy Share Image
“Go for it because for all those moments that you would make up your mind the other might have already rushed for… — Neel Preet Copy Share Image
“I don't want to heal you. I want to love you until your scars merge with the love bites on your skin.” — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
“Sprawled out on the front lawn/ looking up at an ordinary sky/ it could fall on me and some how be/ the… — Bart Yates Copy Share Image
“Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy” — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“The sky grows dark The Black over blue Yet the stars still dare To shine for you” — Matt Haig Copy Share Image
Sometimes you have a poem that you really want to write and it never happens. — C. K. Williams Copy Share Image
As a reader you have a task to do, you have something to do. You bring your experience to it. It's not… — Edward Hirsch Copy Share Image
“This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me, and I wonder why I ever… — Jalaluddin Rumi Copy Share Image
“grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing” — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
The writing of a poem is, for me, in the first place, an almost total act of abandon leading to discovery leading… — Marvin Bell Copy Share Image
“And the pebbles fight each other as rocks/And my father bends among them/Two hands outstretching up to me/Not that I can hear.” — Joe Strummer Copy Share Image
