“sometimes when everything seems at its worst when all conspires and gnaws and the hours, days, weeks years seem wasted – stretched… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“The name does not deserve the poem, but the poem deserves the name.” — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Sentinels of trees breathe life into bodies of earthly flesh As their mighty arms reach to the stars we join in their… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
“I cannot go to school today" Said little Peggy Ann McKay. "I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“The gift of words, the source of enjoyment, the source of delight that comes within and the unfading beauty and energy of… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Easter blessings All life’s sacrifices like autumn leaves awaken our senses and power to love and be whole Our Mother Earth, Our… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“So this is love: the Sculptor’s chisel. And stone, which in its whole life does not utter a single word, suddenly sings.” — Milan Rúfus Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“In daylight we pick up our tinned rations and hike off, every artery and nerve of us, into the rest of our… — Tess Gallagher Copy Share Image
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.” — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“She knew she was really sad when she stopped loving the things she loved.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“KINGDOM OF THE WOMB From her thighs, she gives you life And how you treat she who gives you life Shows how… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“If Erik existed and lived life in despair, We wish him to know we are here and we care.” — E.A. Bucchianeri Copy Share Image
“All this waiting. Waiting for the rain to stop. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the bill. Waiting at the airport for an… — Kamand Kojouri 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
“Sometimes we need to remove ourselves. To occasionally stand away from the noise. To silence the chatter that never sleeps. To take… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“I know now that the poem in my head, the one that pushed me to the page, begged me - or dared… — Juan-Paolo Perre Copy Share Image
“Until we say the truth, there can be no tenderness. As long as there is desire, we will not be safe” — Tony Hoagland Copy Share Image
“You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't be The familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skin Your head's under… — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
That small word "Force," they make a barber's block, Ready to put on Meanings most strange and various, fit to shock Pupils… — James Clerk Maxwell Copy Share Image
“these hips are big hips. they need space to move around in. they don't fit into little petty places.” — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
