Choose a poem that speaks to you. Choose a poem that will…

I don't know whether a poem has be there to help to develop something. I think it's there for itself, for what the reader…

— Marilyn Hacker

Poetry is my understanding with the world, my intimacy with things, my participation in what is real, my engagement with voices and images. This…

— Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

I do think that the long poem speaks for an inner need for continuity. We live in a time of so many losses, disruptions,…

— Alison Hawthorne Deming

Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical times when…

— Daphne Gottlieb

“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our Father Sky…

— Ramon Ravenswood

“To write a poem...to paint an image on canvass from the contemplation of nature and life...is to be present again in this world more…

— Deeper sense of presence Isabella koldras

“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.”

— Richelle E. Goodrich

A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

— Ella Wheeler Wilcox

“Good God, 'the elusive thing'. She had reached a turning point. She no longer believed that a situation could be made better by writing…

— David Nicholls

“Sentinels of trees breathe life into bodies of earthly flesh As their mighty arms reach to the stars we join in their quest for…

— Ramon Ravenswood

Memory revises me. Even now a letter comes from a place I don’t know, from someone with my name and postmarked years ago, while…

— Li-Young Lee

“The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.”

— Dejan Stojanovic

“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched there upon…

— Charles Bukowski

“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and flipped the…

— Melissa Jensen

You don’t read or overhear the voice in the poem, you are the voice in the poem.

— Helen Vendler