My earliest poems were a way of talking to somebody. I suppose to myself. — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
I'm all over my poems, even if their relation to my everyday life is that of dream to reality. — Matthea Harvey Copy Share Image
“Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.” — robert m drake Copy Share Image
I have also written some poems which have not been collected in a volume. — Grazia Deledda Copy Share Image
Poems give you the lives of others and then circle in on your own inner world. — Frances Mayes Copy Share Image
“Poems are the chorus of our lives. the poet sets the words to the music of our souls. Each poem has its… — John H Ritter Copy Share Image
My first book of poems was published privately in 1949. That was my mother. The book was '25 Poems.' It cost 200 dollars. — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
“The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment… — R.M. Engelhardt Copy Share Image
I was surprised and laugh when I found my childhood written poems, one line was I like saving cash coins or money,… — Mhaj Porras Copy Share Image
Today the U.S. is farther from being nourished by poetry than it was a hundred years ago, when books of poems were… — James Broughton Copy Share Image
“Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not suffice To fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rotten Lest we all… — Neil Leckman Copy Share Image
My poems... the ones that start out as jokes become these big ponderous things and the ones that start out ponderous devolve… — Jess Walter Copy Share Image
I like poems that inspire, that make us think and reflect. It's like putting love into the world for whoever picks it… — Peleg Top Copy Share Image
The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
neither poems nor prose just a length of rope just the wet earth -- that's the way home. neither vodka nor bread… — Tadeusz Borowski Copy Share Image
Celebrating historic triumphs is a favorite pastime for many Turks. Tales of how Turkic peoples emerged from Central Asia, crossed the steppes… — Stephen Kinzer Copy Share Image
“I did it the hard way Many of the big dreams I dreamt, I dreamt, when I met a failed attempt. Life… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
“When They Die We Change Our Minds About Them When they die we change our minds about them. While they live we… — Jennifer Michael Hecht Copy Share Image
“When I’m depressed, I read Caeiro — he’s my fresh air. I become very calm, content, faithful — yes, I find faith… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
“You write poetry?" Klaus asked. He had read a lot about poets but had never met one. "Just a little bit," Isadora… — Lemony Snicket Copy Share Image
