Poetry is not a silent art. The poem must perform, unaided, in its reader’s head. — Christopher Logue Copy Share Image
“You are not who you think. You're not even the thinker. You are the one conscious of the thought.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
The poem is the device through which the ordinary world is seen in a new way - engaging, compelling, even beautiful. — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
Poetry is the sister of Sorrow. Every man that suffers and weeps is a poet; every tear is a verse, and every… — Marc-Andre Fleury Copy Share Image
“The was her magic, she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
I could never begin a poem: 'When I am dead' In case it tempted Fate, and Fate gave way. — Roger McGough Copy Share Image
You must believe: a poem is a holy thing - a good poem, that is. The poem, even a short time after… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
“A poet not only has to observe but also absorb all the emotions objectively in order to express them in verse. Only… — Alok Mishra Copy Share Image
Before I was a parent I was struck by Rilke, who, as you know, didn't go to his daughter's wedding because he… — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
“thinking: I wanna walk across water like sound , as her skin remembers a distant prickling, another season, a sun and a… — Toby Fitch Copy Share Image
“We've all led raucous lives, some of them inside, some of them out. But only the poem you leave behind is what's… — Charles Wright Copy Share Image
“The assignment was to fall in love. The details were up to you. The second part was to include in the poem… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
Heres a poem, about the feelings I had. the feelings inside of me, that never seemed bad. yet here I am, looking… — Brandon Wagner Copy Share Image
“ The Cloudy Vase Past time, I threw the flowers out, washed out the cloudy vase. How easily the old clearness leapt,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“In learning a language, when from mere words we reach the laws of words, we have gained a great deal. But if… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
This isnt a quote more or less a poem... My legs are too heavy to run tonight We both know were lonely… — Jose Ruiz Copy Share Image
“A vision had seized hold of me, like the demented fury of a hound that has sunk its teeth into the leg… — Werner Herzog Copy Share Image
“I am the slave of the Master of Prophets And my fealty to him has no beginning. I am a slave of… — Yusuf Nabhani Copy Share Image
“Truth is not a thing Or a concept. It is as multidimensional In its meaning As it is in its reflection. It… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Every second, every minute, every hour our bodies breathe in the manna of Heaven. Our bodies resonate with the love and power… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
“Sadly, but certainly, a promising genre of literature in poetry that began with pomp and a loud thud, a banger and an… — Alok Mishra Copy Share Image
“ She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“Your love for me is transparent, no hidden agenda, no ulterior motive.” — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“she was too much of a warrior to be considered a princess she never cared for the crown she preferred a sword” — R.H. Sin Copy Share Image
“There are no good tights, Rare they are, a rare sight. You roll and roll Inside a new hole, They´re only good… — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
There is nothing we should be quite so grateful for as the last line of the poem that goes, 'When your own… — Yamamoto Tsunetomo Copy Share Image
“This poem is endless, the odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent;” — Lisel Mueller Copy Share Image
“You’ve always been a storm Your lightning mouth Electrifies my heart” — Holly Ducarte Copy Share Image
To approach a poem as if it is a puzzle to be understood is to miss the point. — John Cooper Clarke Copy Share Image
“If liberty sang a song, little, as the larynx of a bird, nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.” — Ahmad Shamlou Copy Share Image
“My path will weave The way you say There is no doubt You'll create the way” — William O'Brien Copy Share Image
How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
