“When I feel lonely you are here beside me with your loving and caring touch.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“With a ring around the rosary And a pocket full of crosses Ashes to ashes They'll all fall down” — Matthew Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The mind is the great poem of winter, the man, Who, to find what will suffice, Destroys romantic tenements Of rose and… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“…what I told them was 'a poem,' a thing made by a maker, a work of art, part history of long ago,… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
The first thing I remember writing was a poem - about a princess who sat on a hill and sang all day… — Ruth Jones Copy Share Image
“You were sunrise to me rise and warm and streaming.' - Praise Song For My Mother by Charlotte Mew” — Charlotte Mew Copy Share Image
One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent. — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“Sipping tea with glee beneath a gooseberry tree. I wish Alice were here. Oh, my dear, do not fear, she will be.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night the beloved body, compass, polestar, to hear the quiet breathing that says I am… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
If at the end of your first ten or fifteen years of fighting and working and feeling, you find you've written one… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear,… — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
I have no desire to dress up my poetry and make it fancy. I want the poem to be as true as… — Adelia Prado Copy Share Image
“In this forest called life, sometimes there are no goodbyes, no proper sendoffs, no wishing for a next time; just the knowledge… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“He looks like a poem. One of those mournfully beautiful ones with short, unfamiliar words that sound ethereal when spoken and completely… — Velvetoscar Copy Share Image
“from the poem Hum, Hum The resurrection of the morning. The mystery of the night. The hummingbird's wings. The excitement of thunder.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“there are stars you haven't seen and loves you haven't loved there's light you haven't felt and sunrises yet to dawn there… — Gaby Comprés Copy Share Image
“Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes.… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“John Burroughs beautifully expresses this in his poem “Waiting”: Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide,… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
I think tension between the intimate and the vast is at the heart of every poem by any poet, though of course… — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
Poetry is a way of being alone without feeling alone. It allows you to experience another mind, I suppose. And it does… — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
“As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
“I will always know the glory of the beautiful and rare, as they will know security from labour and prayer. As they… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
