“The night has become mine; I have fallen in love with the night.” — Natalia Beshqoy Copy Share Image
“I spent all night weaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautiful when you wear my light.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Love, they said, burns you and builds you. But with you, there’s no ash. Just light.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
The poem, for me, is simply the first sound realized in the modality of being. — Charles Olson Copy Share Image
“There should ne’er be a time When a duty or dime Doth outshine The importance of family.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I see a bright portion under the overhead light that shades into darkness and then into darker darkness and I can't see… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
“I remember the way love used to glow on my skin before he made his way in now every touch feels like… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
“To storm, a mind, it must be balanced, by what can't be it must be challenged...” — Will Advise 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
“I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It's words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem is a complete little… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, And if I die before I wake,… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“Okay, we didn’t work, and all memories to tell you the truth aren’t good. But sometimes there were good times. Love was… — Junot Díaz Copy Share Image
“Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker. Come see the freak named after his deceased father. Come see the prince who… — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
“The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How… — Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi Copy Share Image
“Give me one more night to taste the dark When wolves imitate a lone dog's bark Let those secrets remain unspoken Fallen… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“My heart is crushed, my knees are weakened. My tears drench my pillow, my tears flood my bed every night. Do you… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
The poem . . . is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem… — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
“Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That the mere matter of a poem, for instance--its subject, its given incidents or situation; that the mere matter of a picture--the… — Walter Pater Copy Share Image
There's something immediate about the experience of reading a poem. It makes sense in my own mind, but I'm trying to figure… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“Larry’s such a liar--- He tells outrageous lies. He says he’s ninety-nine years old Instead of only five. He says he lives… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
“We don’t find God in temples and cathedrals. We don’t find Him by standing on a prayer rug or sitting in a… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I desired to praise the Chosen One and was hindered By my own inability to grasp the extent of his glory. How… — Ibn Juzayy al-Kalbi Copy Share Image
“One weekend it rained for 48 hours without stopping. The rain beat like bony fingers against the window panes. Tap. Tap. Tap.… — Alice Jamieson Copy Share Image
Nothing is more symptomatic of the enervation, of the decompression of the Western imagination, than our incapacity to respond to the landings… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
