The Language of Poetry may have many Tongues but her Kiss is Everlasting — Adrian Ernesto Cepeda Poet Copy Share Image
Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end. — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
I don't like poems that invent memories, I have enough of my own. — Andre Naffis-Sahely Copy Share Image
Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I don't like poetry that doesn't give me a sense of ritual, but I don't like poetry that doesn't sound like people… — Miller Williams Copy Share Image
The poet cannot invent new words every time, of course. He uses the words of the tribe. But the handling of the… — Eugene Ionesco Copy Share Image
“You will be my thunder. I'll be your lightning. Even the heavens will rage with jealousy.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
“And when next I feel the dawn’s light, I open my hand and set the butterfly free, Knowing she does not appear… — Natalie Miller Copy Share Image
“These are the woes of Slaves; They glare from the abyss; They cry, from unknown graves, "We are the Witnesses!” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“That kiss, I cannot describe. It was like a poem, a prayer, a homecoming unlooked-for. It was like dungeon walls crumbling to… — Jacqueline Carey Copy Share Image
The way I process things, they way I express myself, is in comics, just as poets process things that they are trying… — Ellen Forney Copy Share Image
“She bleeds poetry. She is an old soul. She has already existed since the day the Earth gave birth to nature. She… — Verliza Gajeles Copy Share Image
Let us first say what photography is not. A photograph is not a painting, a poem, a symphony, a dance. It is… — Berenice Abbott Copy Share Image
Once you do a piece on the stage, you become that poem or you become that piece. That's really who you are.… — Clinton D. Powell Copy Share Image
Even the best critical writing on Emily Dickinson underestimates her. She is frightening. To come to her directly from Dante, Spenser, Blake,… — Camille Paglia Copy Share Image
For better or worse, I tend to do a lot of thinking in my poems. But lately I've been trying to pay… — Jennifer Grotz Copy Share Image
“i hugged myself as a child & told Myself that everything was perfect in the petrichor The smell of pure innocence &… — Jay Sheets Copy Share Image
The kind of poetry that interests me is intellectual and moral and political and sexual and sensual - all of that fermenting… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
There's always been what I would call the William Carlos Williams strain, in which poems of simplicity and clarity are valued by… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
“He calls me desperate (on my tombstone) I hope poetic license will allow: HUNGRY” — Eli Coppola Copy Share Image
“I’ve learned to lick my own foul wounds and prize the taste of ache.” — Chila Woychik Copy Share Image
“Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.” — Lang Leav Copy Share Image
“It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.” — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
language can't be appropriated by one person, one poet. The words belong to all of us. — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
