“A tall man was learning from a vendor how to pronounce churro. High in the sticky clouds of time, he kept repeating… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
Students often have such a lofty idea of what a poem is, and I want them to realize that their own lives… — Yusef Komunyakaa Copy Share Image
“A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
“Morning Poem" I've got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in… — Frank O'Hara Copy Share Image
“Listen. Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall? Look. Do you sense that you can’t see love? Touch. Do you grasp… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
Greed and desire Not peace, but fire Coveting creation Created damnation Pulled alongside A gate thrown too wide Now our home calls… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
“(...) It,s hard not to be able. There, look there!/ I cannot get the movement nor the light;/Sometimes it almost makes a… — John Masefield Copy Share Image
“In trials of ir'n and silver fain “The dead will rise and walk again “The blesséd few that touch the light “Will… — Nenia Campbell Copy Share Image
The last thing a young artist should do in poetry or any other field is think about whats in style, whats current,… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours! We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum. No soldier's paid to kick… — wilfred owen Copy Share Image
“The Green Rose by Stewart Stafford Through fractured eyes, I see the rose I once plucked, In another man's hands. And mistakes… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“I wrought me a lyric of fire and fear, And called on the world to heed — Till strong men blenched at… — Kenneth Rand Copy Share Image
“i want the moon tattooed on my wrists my grandmother keeps asking me to pray, i don’t have the heart to tell… — irynka Copy Share Image
“There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery store with a gallon jug of milk in a plastic sack that… — Tony Hoagland 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
“[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
“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
“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
“ HOME no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
“Dearest creature in creation, Study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I… — Gerard Nolst Trenité Copy Share Image
“I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such Although I liked a few folk pretty well Love must be vaster… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A person sets out to write a poem for a variety of reasons: to win the heart of his beloved; to express… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
“A demon seduced an angel in the middle of the night and they gave the stars a glimpse. There was nothing casual… — M.J. Abraham Copy Share Image
“Mental illness People assume you aren’t sick unless they see the sickness on your skin like scars forming a map of all… — Emm Roy Copy Share Image
“You have never been as beautiful as you will be through our eyes. You will have never known that the hard edge… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall.… — Will Advise Copy Share Image
“Actually, this is a poem my father once showed me, a long time ago. It has been bastardized many times, in many… — James Patrick Kinney Copy Share Image
“The Final Word by Stewart Stafford On the wall of a prominent jacks, Came anonymous, scurrilous attacks, Innuendo and defamatory jibes, Scrawled… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
You didnt hurt me this time. I didnt feel anything when you told me you didnt want to be with me. I… — Curly Girl Copy Share Image
“if they label you soft, feather weight and white-livered, if the locker room tosses back its sweaty head, and laughs at how… — Eboni Hogan Copy Share Image
“Oxford It is well that there are palaces of peace And discipline and dreaming and desire, Lest we forget our heritage and… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
My parents' generation was definitely pre-telly, and they knew how to entertain each other. Everybody knew something that they could do -… — Lindsay Duncan Copy Share Image
“Snow-flakes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How I love to wake up and know that your mine, I cant help but to think that your one of a… — Ana Copy Share Image
“All day long you sit and sew, Stitch life down for fear it grow, Stitch life down for fear we guess At… — Edith Sitwell 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)
