I'm old-fashioned enough to really still believe that the poem is an object to be memorized, venerated... I still believe in that… — Jonathan W. Galassi Copy Share Image
This day relenting God Hath placed within my hand A wondrous thing; and God Be praised. At His command, Seeking His secret… — Ronald Ross Copy Share Image
“And Ut Pictura Poesis Is Her Name" You can’t say it that way any more. Bothered about beauty you have to Come… — John Ashbery Copy Share Image
What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: “Each spake… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
When he went blundering back to God, His songs half written, his work half done, Who knows what paths his bruised feet… — Mitch Albom Copy Share Image
“Life is a poem It doesn't give us everything. Just some things. Two sturdy branches. A basket of dawns. If we stitch… — Jarod K. Anderson Copy Share Image
“Time Out To Cry © All alone at the end of the day The time, just a little past ten Evening has… — Shannen Wrass Copy Share Image
“Heart; I named my lass sweetly; She danced to the mundane tunes of daftness; By nature she was midsummer madness; Or rather… — Ranjani Ramachandran Copy Share Image
“I am not a finished poem, and I am not the song you’ve turned me into. I am a detached human being,… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
“-Too often college Bible classes end up like this- With eager knife that oft has sliced At Gentile gloss, or Jewish fable,… — Canon Ainger Copy Share Image
“Like a pair of old slippers, I feel comfort and warmth as I slip into you. No, that is too crude. Like… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“They're both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still. Since they'd never… — Wislawa Szymborska Copy Share Image
“ Princes & Kings Isn't it strange how princes and kings, and clowns that caper in sawdust rings, and common people, like… — R. Lee Sharpe Copy Share Image
“Does God know the number of kisses before we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobody and I believed myself important. Today,… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“But nothing of all that the peoples of Europe have produced is worth the first known poem to have appeared among them.… — Simone Weil Copy Share Image
When I'm actually writing by hand, I get more of a sense of the rhythm of sentences, of syntax. The switch to… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted from the… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“Numb to the words you have left heavy on my skin. Dipped with malice and edged with regret, it's within these shadows… — A.Y. Greyson Copy Share Image
“The Estate of Solemnity By right, it reigns in its places- in long beards Of spanish moss hanging from a live oak… — Pattiann Rogers Copy Share Image
“SONG OF THE STAR I am nothing but oxygen and hydrogen, A luminous sphere of plasma Held together by helium and gravity,… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Wonderful You Love you for being so meaningful, i my meaningless life, Love you for being so true, even when my life… — Ratish Edwards Copy Share Image
“The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen… — George Gordon Lord Byron Copy Share Image
“from the Prize winning poem - UNBORN in the book Terra Affirmative. "Under the surface / her body is curled, / seed… — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
Why do you sit here and cry for me? I am gone and nothing you do will bring me back. But the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You are not white, but a rainbow of colors. You are not black, but golden. You are not just a nationality, but… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“Every poem, for me, begins with a question I don’t have the answer to, and here, in ‘Hypothesis,’ the question is whether… — Paul Tran Copy Share Image
I wish I could tell you how much I care but all I can do is sit and stare I don't know… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what… — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
“Leaves will fall, cold will creep in A circle of life that ends where it begins It may take a thousand years… — Ryan Winfield Copy Share Image
“Eight o'clock, no later, You light the lamps, The big one by the large window, The small one on your desk, They… — Mary Oliver Rotman Copy Share Image
“I,” I’ll type. And that will be enough. Then there are the other days, when nothing is enough. The poem grins. It… — Lynn Coady Copy Share Image
O Lord, may I never want to look good. O Jesus, may I always read it all: out loud and the very… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
“The Winter Miles The roads of solitude grow whiter, And stones beneath us paler, While the green fades completely — Ahead of us. Grey is… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
“The Garden Under Snow " Now the garden is under snow a blank page our footprints write on clare who was never… — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
“We don't know how to say goodbye, We wander on, shoulder to shoulder Already the sun is going down You're moody, and… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“I HAVE A REASON TO SMILE Life is so interesting, I have a reason to smile, Life is so good for me,… — Euginia Herlihy Copy Share Image
You want a poem to unsettle something. There's a deep and interesting kind of troubling that poems do, which is to say,… — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
“Poetry ~~ No definition of poetry is adequate unless it be poetry itself. The most accurate analysis by the rarest wisdom is… — Henry Daid Thoreau Journal 26 Jan 1840 Copy Share Image
“My second thoughts condemn And wonder how I dare To look you in the eye. What right have I to swear Even… — W.H. Auden Copy Share Image
“On 9 Jan 2024 at 16:30 Wajid Shaikh wrote this poem on the same maze Where they had met- Milenge tujhse hum… — Wajid Shaikh Copy Share Image
