Galway Kinnell came out with that wonderful big, breathy, hollow voice of his and read, for the first time in public, "The… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
“This is for you, all the women of the world Those who lived, all who ever will this is for your love,… — Trevor McShane Copy Share Image
“Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright seaweed The ebb-tide leaves dry. We will… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
“KINGDOM OF THE WOMB From her thighs, she gives you life And how you treat she who gives you life Shows how… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“What is this love that makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
Whenever I read a poem that moves me, I know I'm not alone in the world. I feel a connection to the… — Gregory Orr Copy Share Image
“Look into words for the tomb of space where beauties & stones & eternities untangle. (...) In them is the flood which… — MTC Cronin Copy Share Image
“A rural Venus, Selah rises from the gold foliage of the Sixhiboux River, sweeps petals of water from her skin. At once,… — George Elliott Clarke Copy Share Image
“Winter Forest Deep words and lighter steps Tear to white and fading green Of lines and morning woods; Each step of us grows lighter, While… — Laura Chouette Copy Share Image
Sometimes I am puzzling over something for months and months and the poem gets created in small bursts and rewritten a hundred… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
“How can you be so optimistic about the whole damn world but not about yourself?” “My magic, you mean.” “Your neck, Pen.”… — Ellen Connor Copy Share Image
“Poem Written in a Copy of Beowulf At various times, I have asked myself what reasons moved me to study, while my… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
“The fact that a good poem will never wholly submit to explanation is not its deficiency but its very life. One lives… — John Ciardi Copy Share Image
“Prefatory Poem All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are… — Lewis Carroll Copy Share Image
Yet you could feel a vibration in the air, a sense of hastening. It had started with the moon, inaccessible poem that… — Patti Smith Copy Share Image
“The Last Leaf I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he… — Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr Copy Share Image
You are my world You are my joy You are my life You are my everything The moment I laid eyes on… — Jessica Guillium Copy Share Image
“In the forestlichen writhes and assembles itself into signs to light my path through the deep dark north shadow; and I emerge… — Jay Woodman Copy Share Image
“this is not a Quote it's a poem. "A Thousand Kisses Deep" The ponies run, the girls are young, The odds are… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
“to know a country takes all we know of love: some days better than others, but never easy to keep our promise… — Richard Blanco Copy Share Image
“I often repeat repeat myself, I often repeat repeat. I don't don't know why know why, I simply know that I I… — Jack Prelutsky Copy Share Image
“Torn The internet’s all show, no actual cunnilingus has transpired between us. This has been smoke signals from eye to eye. And… — Bob Hicok Copy Share Image
I thought a bit of poetry might be interesting - I even write a few lines myself. I composed a short poem… — Iain Dowie Copy Share Image
“A poem is a windy city, has broad shoulders and insistent industry, barrels into your brain, sticking its steam-filled, swarmy head into… — B.J. Ward Copy Share Image
“With each kiss that we shared we experienced the meaning of love. With the passing glances of passion we surrendered our hearts… — Anthony F. Rando Copy Share Image
If indeed it's a race Then the chicks do the most It isn't a brag Or an estrogen boast It's the women… — Jamie Lee Curtis Copy Share Image
“This poem is very long So long, in fact, that your attention span May be stretched to its very limits But that’s… — Colleen Hoover Copy Share Image
“A poem's what you think it is,' Arunava said and laughed. He held up his empty glass and said, 'Now that is… — Bhaskar Ghose Copy Share Image
“How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines,… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain, I cry and weep every time I walk down… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poem Titled {I Know the feeling} ~When life not going good and it seems all you doing is suffering and crying… ~It… — Malcolm Cleveland Copy Share Image
“But my research had taught me that the tissue of contradictions that was my personality was itself, at best, a poem, where… — Ben Lerner Copy Share Image
“Roads Go Ever On Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree, By caves where never sun has shone, By… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“The bad news is your flaws don’t come from nowhere. The world is deeply fucked from every angle; its damage is incomprehensibly… — Emma Healey Copy Share Image
“You can Lose a child Or a parent, The love of your life, A good job, A game, A deal, A bet,… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
Poetry is a way of being alone without feeling alone. It allows you to experience another mind, I suppose. And it does… — Nick Laird Copy Share Image
“As a perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my… — Arthur Symons Copy Share Image
I think tension between the intimate and the vast is at the heart of every poem by any poet, though of course… — Tracy K. Smith Copy Share Image
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
