“I write our names on the page. What of it, if the paper will be burned? I write our names in the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
Unless you are here: this garden refuses to exist. Pink dragonflies fall from the air and become scorpions scratching blood out of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Now Now is the time… Now is the time – Make a change Now is the time – All is strange Now… — Christopher Earle Copy Share Image
“I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“They’re close. Voices loud and fierce, Slapping faces with words. A scream … A cry … They’re getting closer. Did I lock… — Barbara Brooke Copy Share Image
The term 'epitaph' itself means 'something to be spoken at a burial or engraved upon a tomb.' When an epitaph is a… — James Fenton Copy Share Image
A Friend Like You. A friend like you is like no other friend. A friend like you is a friend I don't… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“Night after night on starry wings Night lovers soared so high Miles apart, across the oceans Their love forgot to sigh In… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“DAISIES It is possible, I suppose that sometime we will learn everything there is to learn: what the world is, for example,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You were here and the pain was gone but as soon as you came you left the pain was back and so… — Tanner Warfel Copy Share Image
“Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“the answer is to just let go the betrayal is to the past the cocoon dangles empty the desire outlasts the object… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“Quote from "The Whole World Is Gone" "… It's sensual, though, too, and interestingly mental. What I do alone, loving him in… — Jennifer Grotz Copy Share Image
“Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window. There is… — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
“I notice you have the assault proof vest - So it's my fault I guess. So apparently I didn't say 'no' as… — Steve Connell Copy Share Image
“I WONDER IF HEAVEN GOT A GAY GHETTO Lorde know(s) cis-hets don't like me Baldwin know(s) how white homos exoticize me I… — Christopher Soto Copy Share Image
“Let no one reduce to tears or reproach This statement of the mastery of God, Who, with magnificent irony, gave Me at… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“Discouragement, fear, and depression— three villains who lurk in the dark. They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The soul is a divider of hearts, a subtle harp its love forsakes the drunkards and debauchees love forgets nothing, but nothing… — Jeremy Limn Copy Share Image
“I never have time to write anymore. And when I do I only write about how I never have time. It's work… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“Fair are the flowers and the children, but their subtle suggestion is fairer. Rare is the rose-burst of dawn, but the secret… — G. Campbell Morgan Copy Share Image
“These aren't still shots; the camera is always moving. And the scene is always just slipping out of sight, as if in… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“you said, “your bones belong in museums” i said, “when you kiss me, fireworks electrocute my spine” my mother is dying and… — irynka Copy Share Image
I don't remember the first poem that I wrote because I've been creating poems since I was around 2 or 3. I… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“COME ALONG We are calling for those who are willing To bring different gifts and different talents. Those who can sing must… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, ‘Do you know what a poem is, Esther?’ ‘No, what?’ I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I did a short film at Outfest, 'Where Are the Dolls,' based on an Elizabeth Bishop poem done, where I play this… — Megan Follows 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
“There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said. So much has happened; so little has… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
When Keats says: 'Axioms in philosophy are not axioms until they are proved upon our pulses', what he means is that we… — Andrew Motion Copy Share Image
