“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
“Not songs of loyalty alone are these, But songs of insurrection also, For I am the sworn poet of every dauntless rebel… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
The poem is lonely. It is lonely and en route. Its author stays with it. Does this very fact not place the… — Paul Celan Copy Share Image
My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. … it filled… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Language, a great poem in and of itself, is all around us. We live in the lap of enormous wonder, but how… — Mark Edmundson Copy Share Image
Beginning a poem, the poet as a rule doesn't know the way it's going to come out, and at times, he is… — Joseph Brodsky Copy Share Image
One reason to write a poem is to flush from the deep thickets of the self some thought, feeling, comprehension, question, music,… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
A poem, necessarily, sits at a register that's different from our usual conversational voices. You have to listen more actively to get… — Tracy K. Smith 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
A Heart Touching Poem By A Solider.. . . If I Die In A War Zone, Box Me Up N Send Me… — Ritzy Copy Share Image
“A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’, Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness… — Mehek Bassi 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
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
“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
“I know: in a dream, the tea could stay forever the exact right drinking temperature & I never want that. I want… — Chen Chen Copy Share Image
“The poet must believe in the unknown as well as the known. This must become indistinguishable at times within the poem to… — the mag man Copy Share Image
Have it compose a poem -- a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet… — Stanislaw Lem Copy Share Image
“Feelings and emotion ran through my veins like a hurricane. And that's when everything began to look like poetry. —You look like… — Altruistic Copy Share Image
“And then I feel the sun itself as it blazes over the hills, like a million flowers on fire -- clearly I'm… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
One Christmas I had no money, and so I went home and just, like, wrote a poem; I mean, I didn't write… — June Diane Raphael Copy Share Image
“Crossing lines that can never be uncrossed. Clangoring out words that can never be forgot. Leaving welts behind with their lashing tongues.… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. To You WHOEVER you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I… — Walt Whitman 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
“Sharply the menacing wind sweeps over The bending poplars, newly bare, And the dark ribbons of the chimneys Veer downward; flicked by… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end.… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“A black butterfly, confused and mad, Stung at my hand, thinking it was bad. My hand, not mad, just curious and sad,… — 3rd Degree Burn Copy Share Image
Sometimes the only way I know how to work through something is by writing a poem. And sometimes I get to the… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“Not every day is awful. Not every day is good. Despite the way the hours pass, I’m living like I should. Not… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew… — Rilke Rainer Maria Copy Share Image
“A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me will full hands; How could I answer the child?…I do not… — John Green Copy Share Image
“She saw the stubborn set of my face. "I've never felt blessed," I said. "There must be free will to choose. Do… — Tan Twan Eng Copy Share Image
“Hanged" I hung myself today. Hanged? Whatever, the point is I hanged myself today and I’m still hanging. I feel fine. Just… — Bo Burnham Copy Share Image
“Poem - I meet your eyes. You don't even see me. You hardly respond when I whisper hello. Could be my soul… — Jay Asher Copy Share Image
Just 'Hear' This!!!! There was a Deer, Whose ear sensed a Bear, Deer froze with fear, Bear came near. Negotiated Deer, Dear… — Mohit Sharma Copy Share Image
“The sun rises bright and beautiful as if it feels no pain. It must not see, it must not hear, it can't… — Jennifer Loren Copy Share Image
“ Oh, Man in the Moon " "Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes,… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
