“Every poem, for me, begins with a question I don’t have the answer to, and here, in ‘Hypothesis,’ the question is whether… — Paul Tran Copy Share Image
A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what… — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
“Leaves will fall, cold will creep in A circle of life that ends where it begins It may take a thousand years… — Ryan Winfield Copy Share Image
I wish I could tell you how much I care but all I can do is sit and stare I don't know… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I,” I’ll type. And that will be enough. Then there are the other days, when nothing is enough. The poem grins. It… — Lynn Coady Copy Share Image
“Eight o'clock, no later, You light the lamps, The big one by the large window, The small one on your desk, They… — Mary Oliver Rotman Copy Share Image
“They're both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they'd never… — Wislawa Szymborska Copy Share Image
“Like a pair of old slippers, I feel comfort and warmth as I slip into you. No, that is too crude. Like… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“ Princes & Kings Isn't it strange how princes and kings, and clowns that caper in sawdust rings, and common people, like… — R. Lee Sharpe Copy Share Image
“But nothing of all that the peoples of Europe have produced is worth the first known poem to have appeared among them.… — Simone Weil Copy Share Image
“Does God know the number of kisses before we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobody and I believed myself important. Today,… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
When I'm actually writing by hand, I get more of a sense of the rhythm of sentences, of syntax. The switch to… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“Numb to the words you have left heavy on my skin. Dipped with malice and edged with regret, it's within these shadows… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“SONG OF THE STAR I am nothing but oxygen and hydrogen, A luminous sphere of plasma Held together by helium and gravity,… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“I’m a picture without a frame. A poem without a rhyme. A car with three wheels. A sun without fire. I am… — pleasefindthis Copy Share Image
Because I'm a younger laureate, it seemed important to me to do something - not to just accept the honor of the… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
“I like the lady horses best, how they make it all look easy, like running 40 miles per hour is as fun… — Ada Limon Copy Share Image
“THE SILENT PEOPLE Some people are so rude, Living their lives with no concern for others, Or possibly just intent on pissing… — Giorge Leedy Copy Share Image
“Storm Ending Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, Rumbling in the wind, Stretching clappers to strike our ears… — Jean Toomer Copy Share Image
“Poem Heart of the heartless world, Dear heart, the thought of you Is the pain at my side, The shadow that chills… — John Cornford Copy Share Image
“Twas a sheep not a lamb that strayed away In the parable Jesus told, A grown-up sheep that strayed away From the… — C.C. Miller Copy Share Image
“Decay spread in me low and high, Organ by organ, I see myself beginning to die, Not a single hour passes by… — Abū Nuwās Copy Share Image
“Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is the way it's always been: bad with large numbers. It is still… — Wisława Szymborska Copy Share Image
“Gargoyles sat on the battlements- lean they were and the same hideous damp grey as the stone. They looked at her with… — Meredith Ann Pierce Copy Share Image
“[ On Love After Love by Derek Walcott ] I read this poem often, once a month at least. In the madness… — Tom Hiddleston Copy Share Image
“Pariah Luggage by Stewart Stafford I am the last piece of luggage, On the baggage carousel, If there's a suitcase deity, It… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“You once told me You wanted to find Yourself in the world - And I told you to First apply within, To… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be… — Noor Hindi Copy Share Image
“Sour Milk You can't make it turn sweet again. Once it was an innocent color like the flowers of wild strawberries, and… — Diane Wakoski Copy Share Image
“Today's enemies can be your friends tomorrow. And today's friends can be tomorrow's enemies. What you reject today, you could accept tomorrow.… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue,… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims'… — Samuel Francis Smith Copy Share Image
“WHO AM I? I have seven heavenly panels Leading up to a pointed sphere I’m multidimensional like a crystal And my center… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what he meant I know what he wanted: to be completely alive… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“MOTHER IS WATER I wish I could Shower your head with flowers And anoint your feet with my tears, For I know… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Things it helps me to remember When in a bad mood, keep quiet or still. Baggy jumpers don’t suit you. When you’re… — Aidan Chambers Copy Share Image