“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off… — Muriel Rukeyser Copy Share Image
“For we the people will always be arriving a ceremony of thunder waking up the earth opening our eyes to human monuments.… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
“Juliet and Romeo Awake the scene, a twilight chamber’d dream, Two angels both alike in dignity: One imaged misadventure on the screen;… — Tiger Lewis Copy Share Image
I can't understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were… — Dan Chaon Copy Share Image
“Driving home from work, our white and yellow plates will clog the streets; at the checkpoints, cars will stretch far into the… — Dalia Taha Copy Share Image
Anyone who says, “Here’s my address, write me a poem,” deserves something in reply. So I’ll tell you a secret instead: poems… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“Do I, then, belong to the heavens? Why, if not so, should the heavens Fix me thus with their ceaseless blue stare,… — Yukio Mishima Copy Share Image
Even though I am the daughter of a poet, and my stepmother is also a poet, growing up, I didn't think I… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
“From the bonny bells of heather, They brewed a drink long syne, Was sweeter far than honey, Was stronger far than wine.… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
“What if dragons breathed bubbles and purred when they cuddled and giggled at chivalrous knights for their troubles? What if dragons felt… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I was writing a poem, and suddenly, I fell asleep on a page. I was dreaming of you. You were talking to… — Amany Al-Hallaq Copy Share Image
“The Final Word by Stewart Stafford On the wall of a prominent jacks, Came anonymous, scurrilous attacks, Innuendo and defamatory jibes, Scrawled… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
You didnt hurt me this time. I didnt feel anything when you told me you didnt want to be with me. I… — Curly Girl 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
“You have never been as beautiful as you will be through our eyes. You will have never known that the hard edge… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“A book about books is like a poem about poetry: Books are knowledge, paid for, all. Readers - horses in a stall.… — Will Advise Copy Share Image
“Actually, this is a poem my father once showed me, a long time ago. It has been bastardized many times, in many… — James Patrick Kinney Copy Share Image
He stretched out his hands as he sang, sadly, because all beauty is sad…The poem had done no ‘good’ to anyone, but… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A person sets out to write a poem for a variety of reasons: to win the heart of his beloved; to express… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
“A demon seduced an angel in the middle of the night and they gave the stars a glimpse. There was nothing casual… — M.J. Abraham Copy Share Image
“With the rumble of the waterfall in the distance, I slipped into sleep and dreamed of a red-haired girl holding a posy… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
“In his comfortable coffin, face veiled in dark silk, eyes open or closed, Pan Loudermilk lies waiting, a player from a tribe… — Kathe Koja Copy Share Image
“Touch was absolutely out of the question. I couldn’t stop sweating. My heart, a butterfly pinned to a glacier. Empires fell inside… — Jeremy Radin Copy Share Image
“Snow-flakes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How I love to wake up and know that your mine, I cant help but to think that your one of a… — Ana Copy Share Image
“All day long you sit and sew, Stitch life down for fear it grow, Stitch life down for fear we guess At… — Edith Sitwell Copy Share Image
“if they label you soft, feather weight and white-livered, if the locker room tosses back its sweaty head, and laughs at how… — Eboni Hogan Copy Share Image
“Oxford It is well that there are palaces of peace And discipline and dreaming and desire, Lest we forget our heritage and… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
My parents' generation was definitely pre-telly, and they knew how to entertain each other. Everybody knew something that they could do -… — Lindsay Duncan Copy Share Image
