“Today I introduced myself to my very own Heart, In silent agony, after all these years it bled apart.” — Ankita Singhal Copy Share Image
“I sat in a box With walls on each side. Not too tall. Not too wide. To think. To ponder. To pray.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“We can't go back, though we're apt to waver even as our wheels spin on.” — Brook Emery Copy Share Image
“you want to be angry but you can’t stop looking and when you look you love and when you love the entire… — Sina Queyras Copy Share Image
“an English girl might well believe that time is how you spend your love.” — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure. — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From " Three Women: A… — Sylvia Plath 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
“You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“Every time I watch Lady and the Tramp I think "SHE'S HAVING SOME OF YOUR PASTA!" "QUICK! EAT IT ALL! EAT IT… — Francesco Marciuliano Copy Share Image
“Poems ought to reflect the work the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“What’s there to find in a broken heart if not assembled pieces of love for a pristine start What’s there to see… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Speaking of [Philip] Larkin, in his poem about the First World War he wrote something like, "Never such innocence, before or since,… — Quentin S. Crisp Copy Share Image
“If their tears could be read, as the blind can read braille Would your eyes then be opened to another & how… — Christine Upton Copy Share Image
A poem may be an instance of morality, of social conditions, of psychological history; it may instance all its qualities, but never… — Allen Tate Copy Share Image
The mind wraps itself around a poem. It is almost sensual, particularly if you work on a computer. You can turn the… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
“There are some griefs so loud They could bring down the sky, And there are griefs so still None knows how deep… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“Fat Charlie blew his nose. "I never knew I had a brother," he said. "I did," said Spider. "I always meant to… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak.… — Patrick Rothfuss Copy Share Image
Poetry is like pooping. If there is a poem inside of you, it has to come out. Sometimes it can be really… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“Sunflowers, Not Facing the Sun (A Poem) I stand tall As gracious as one could be Blooming to my best As slender… — Annie Ali Copy Share Image
“Justice Denied Thousands of women, probably more I cannot reach them behind justice doors Many stay silent, barred just like me. Haunted… — Diane Chamberlain Copy Share Image
“It was when they determined that I had been born dead That my life became easier to understand. For a long time,… — John Beer Copy Share Image
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