“This poem is the poem I'm writing because we aren't speaking, and it is making my heart hurt so bad that sometimes… — Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz Copy Share Image
One of my greatest joys is poetry. I read it almost every day, and I've even taken a stab at writing some… — Maria Shriver Copy Share Image
“For this, let gardens grow, where beelines end, sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia; where bees pray on their knees, sing, praise… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
“love ridden i searched for you in corridors, open doors and in endless seas of similes and metaphors but we never were… — K. Y. Robinson Copy Share Image
“If you're frightened of the countless number of books in the library, you'll never write anything, until you close your eyes and… — Michael Bassey Johnson Copy Share Image
At the very beginning when I begin writing a poem I try not to think of the audience or anyone at all… — Rita Dove Copy Share Image
Remember picture books are the closest form of writing to a poem. Even though they don't have to rhyme, they must be… — Kirby Larson Copy Share Image
So much of our lives depends on accidents of birth, time, and geography. This haunts me. In some lives, few "or"s are… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“When i remember your name i know you are my hope. for what ? not for love... 'cause i know you can't… — Yulianto Eko P Copy Share Image
I want to cuddle him So hard I want to tell him How much he means to me Not just one of… — Olivia Wander Copy Share Image
“A Book I Can Put Down I’m halfway through and I’ve gotten used to the way it wants to be read. This… — Antonia Clark Copy Share Image
Instead of killing yourself wait until a year from now where you say, Holy fuck, I can't believe I was going to… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
I had still the ambition, formed in Sligo in my teens, of living in imitation of Thoreau on Innisfree, a little island… — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Life to the trees sets a pattern in the sky like lion and Goliath did in dinosaur time with the ocean gliding… — Alisha Copy Share Image
Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars,… — Grace Noll Crowell Copy Share Image
Words are what sticks to the real. We use them to push the real, to drag the real into the poem. They… — Jack Spicer Copy Share Image
I don't know where the shape of a poem comes from. I certainly don't impose it. I write out of a jumble… — Michael Longley Copy Share Image
“Then you are a poet?' she asked, fingering the flyer in her pocket. 'No not at all,' he waved his hand. 'I… — Karen Tei Yamashita Copy Share Image
A lot of people are writing poems and don't realize it. They have this limited idea of how the poem should sound… — Matthea Harvey Copy Share Image
I've spent much of my life being attuned to watching for an image or a phrase that can trigger what might be… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“As Auden is believed to have said, no poem saved a single Jew from the gas chambers. Never mind. Write the poems… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
Such a small, pure object a poem could be, made of nothing but air a tiny string of letters, maybe small enough… — Mary Karr Copy Share Image
“Great Britain be proud, be blessed, be bold! Show the world what are you made of; show them you are made of… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
“How young I seem; I am exceptional; I think of all I have. But really no one is exceptional, No one has… — Randall Jarell Copy Share Image
“… the river sliding along its banks, darker now than the sky descending a last time to scatter its diamonds into these… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“7. The first time I arrived here, I never thought I am small and luminous 8. The body, burdened and miraculous 9.… — Erika Meitner Copy Share Image
“Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude. Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the… — Taylor Patton Copy Share Image
There's a lot of rage in my head. I like the friction that means there is nothing relaxing about writing a poem.… — Alice Oswald Copy Share Image
“From this arid sphere every discourse and every poem sets forth; and every journey through forests, battles, treasures, banquets, bedchambers, brings us… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“The poem is furious ascension; poetry, the game of arid riverbanks. I am a man of riverbanks – excavation and inflammation –… — René Char Copy Share Image
“The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
“I dreamt of you last night, vivid and consuming and gone as I woke up faded from memory before I had the… — Abby Rosmarin Copy Share Image
“A poem is a fictional, verbally inventive moral statement in which it is the author, rather than the printer or word processor,… — Terry Eagleton Copy Share Image
“from the poem: MANNEQUINS THAT SWEAT BLACK INK AND NEVER HAVE ANY FUN If you put a twizzler in your ear it… — Sam Pink Copy Share Image
“...gripping the rim of the sink you claw your way to stand and cling there, quaking with will, on heron legs, and… — Barbara Blatner Copy Share Image
“The world asks, as it asks daily: And what can you make, can you do, to change my deep-broken, fractured? I count,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
A thing may fail as a poem because it tries to do what a poem cannot do: it tries to become a… — Miller Williams Copy Share Image
“Did we not look out together upon the dark waters of the lake And behold there the constellations Of both hemispheres at… — Ian C. Esslemont Copy Share Image
“Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone fidelity They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
