“Katie says, "You can't choose the time and place the when and where with whom you fall in love." She says, "It… — Sarah Tregay Copy Share Image
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the… — Joyce Kilmer Copy Share Image
“I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean… — Sanober Khan 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
“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
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
“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
“ 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
“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
“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
“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
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
When Cynthia smiles, said young Bingo, the skies are blue; the world takes on a roseate hue; birds in the garden trill… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Many are poets, but without the name; For what is Poesy but to create From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim At… — George Gordon Byron Copy Share Image
“There was a girl named Claire. For her, life was lonely, it was so unfair. She longed for happiness, but found it… — Shon Mehta Copy Share Image
Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being… — Kim Addonizio Copy Share Image
“When daylight is here i dream of the night, The stars of a country sky that shine so bright. A night sky… — J.M. Pierce Copy Share Image
“Season's Greetings by Stewart Stafford Season's Greetings To those we are needing, While I am leading The Festive charge. Christmas love is… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
“Let's Be Clear To be born in the ghetto doesn't make me The most monstrous creature in the world, To be born… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
I was always told to never get attached to people. I never knew how serious this matter was. Because they always just… — Bri Sneesby Copy Share Image
Poetry is a lousy form of activism; it doesn't really change much. And maybe we can point to one or two historical… — Daphne Gottlieb Copy Share Image
“Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached… — Robert Hayden Copy Share Image
“… and that’s why they leave, isn’t it? Because they have to see themselves in the context of something larger than just… — Kamila Shamsie Copy Share Image
“Janitorial" All morning he drifts the spacious lawns like a gleaner, picking up this and that, the summer clouds immense and building… — George Bilgere Copy Share Image
“So in the middle of all the noise, I point to the sky. I hope he understands what I mean, because I… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
The incredible cinematography makes 'A Walk to Beautiful' almost like a poem; there is a tenderness on display that seems to emanate… — Abraham Verghese Copy Share Image
“There's an Edna St. Vincent Millay poem that's been rumbling around inside me ever since I first read it, and part of… — John Green Copy Share Image
“ With whom do you believe your lot is cast? From where does your strength come? I think somehow, somewhere every poem… — Adrienne Rich Copy Share Image
“At real stripper bars women just dance—so many things they could be checking off their lists. I guess men don’t want to… — Jill McDonough Copy Share Image
“The man who is contented to be only himself, and therefore less a self, is in prison. My own eyes are not… — C.S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“For me, you are fresh water that falls from trees when it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Unable to sleep, or pray, I stand by the window looking out at moonstruck trees a December storm has bowed with ice.… — Robert Hayden Copy Share Image
For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
My father, Eric Trethewey, is a poet, so I had one right inside the house. And on long trips, he'd tell me,… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
My demons seem to be my closest friends, the were here in the start, and promise they'll still be in the end,… — Timothy Ashmore Copy Share Image
