I like the poem on the page and not at the podium. I like to address the poem in peace and quiet,… — Ted Kooser Copy Share Image
“Of all the days dropped in time's pocket This day will seek acknowledgement with a child's shy asking, because the love between… — Vassar Miller Bagatelle Copy Share Image
“Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,” he said, “That from the nunnery, Of they chaste breast and quiet mind.” I looked… — Laurell K. Hamilton Copy Share Image
“I will always know the glory of the beautiful and rare, as they will know security from labour and prayer. As they… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“You sit at the edge of the world, I am in a crater that's no more. Words without letters Standing in the… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“The boys were amazed that I could make such a poem as that out of my own head, and so was I,… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“I am a shadow. I walk the wet roads under the dim light of the pale lamps, in the darkest hour of… — Foaad Ahmad Copy Share Image
“POOR ANGUS Oh what do you do, poor Angus, When hunger makes you cry? "I fix myself an omelet, sir, Of fluffy… — Shel Silverstein Copy Share Image
When I grow bored, pick up the pen and begin thinking. Thinking and writing because it's chasing a dream, hoping to be… — Raghib Clitso Copy Share Image
I Jarrod have created this poem on my own. If you like it subscribe and say something and rate it!tell me if… — Jarrod Copy Share Image
“You’re not doing well and finally I don’t have to pretend to be so interested in your on going tragedy, but I’ll… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share Image
“Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“A dragon grows in leaps and bounds, Like troubles mounting by the pound. Its stature heightens day to day, Imposing dread and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“there are stars you haven't seen and loves you haven't loved there's light you haven't felt and sunrises yet to dawn there… — Gaby Comprés Copy Share Image
“Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids… — John Keats Copy Share Image
“John Burroughs beautifully expresses this in his poem “Waiting”: Serene, I fold my hands and wait, Nor care for wind, nor tide,… — Orison Swett Marden Copy Share Image
“Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind goes walking, and about the walls it goes.… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
When a person listens to a good song, and they can look out at the world and their lives and see the… — Matisyahu Copy Share Image
“This creative tension between wonderful and terrible is named so well by Gerard Manley Hopkins, as only poets can. Even the long… — Richard Rohr Copy Share Image
“Bulan Merah lalu ditenggak darah bulan merah lolongnya yang serigala hingga ujung benua sebayang lindap sebayang lindap melayar-layar bulan merah mengucur airmata… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“You whom my body longs for, where are you? In the stars, in the river, over the rainbow? Perhaps you hide in… — Ramon Ravenswood Copy Share Image
“Our contempt for any particular poem must be perfect, be total, because only a ruthless reading that allows us to measure the… — Ben Lerner Copy Share Image
“He unpacks his bag of tales with fingers quick as a weaver's picking the weft threads threading the warp. Watch his fingers.… — Jane Yolen Copy Share Image
“I fell into a restless sleep in which my dreams carried me away over misty valleys and moonlit woodlands toward a fairy… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
Re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
You know what I do? I listen to other people, stumbling about with their half thoughts and half sentences and their clumsy… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
“What is this thing you call substance abuse? All I wanna do is forget and get loose. Drinking and smoking over and… — Benjamin Alire Sáenz Copy Share Image
“from 'Incident Light Poem' And all surprisingly without outrage without gunshot without a call of timber with/out bleak rows to fall: Light… — Andrea Strudensky Copy Share Image
“When Great Trees Fall When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
A true poem is distinguished not so much by a felicitous expression, or any thought it suggests, as by the atmosphere which… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
“It's a poem, for crying out loud! The beauty of poetry is that it can mean different things to different people at… — Wendy Higgins Copy Share Image
“The question of what kind of a thing a text or poem is now becomes a function neither of what the poet… — Jennifer Ashton Copy Share Image
I shook myself; I was dreaming. As I went to bed the words of the eighth-grade class's teacher, when the class got… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
“You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
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“La Nebuleuse is a poem of lovely & deep perspective, where, symboloized by artless beings, are seen the successive generations of men… — Remy de Gourmont Copy Share Image
“Poetry was a discipline grounded in experience that drew its life and worth from a source much greater than oneself, and as… — Kathleen Norris Copy Share Image
“These are immigrant times And the lines are long, The signs for jobs few, The songs sadder, the air meaner. Everyone is… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
It is at once by way of poetry and through poetry, as with music, that the soul glimpses splendors from beyond the… — Charles Baudelaire 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
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