“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
“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
the truth of a poem is its form and its content, its music and its meaning are the same. — Muriel Rukeyser Copy Share Image
“Will and Love practiced to invoke her Majesty Kundalini In the world where Adepts die and bloom as Lotuses The perfection of… — Natasa Pantovic Nuit Copy Share Image
“I want a fairytale romance in a make-believe land. Let’s run through the beautiful meadow and pretend the walls aren’t closing in.… — Kayla Krantz Copy Share Image
The heft of a life in the hands grows both lighter and weightier. Over time, my life has become more saturated with… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
“This poem is the poem I'm writing because we aren't speaking, and it is making my heart hurt so bad that sometimes… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
“If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything, until you close your eyes and… — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
“love ridden i searched for you in corridors, open doors and in endless seas of similes and metaphors but we never were… — K. Y. Robinson Copy Share Image
“For this, let gardens grow, where beelines end, sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia; where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise… — Carol Ann Duffy 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
“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
“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
“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
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
“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
“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
