Are you scumming me? This is flipping bumbus. Koo koo kachu. I'll eat your body and throw you in a flipping zoo.… — Grant Campbell Copy Share Image
“[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality. (cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la… — Pierre Reverdy 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
To realise belatedly that there are Swahili epic poems which rival their European equivalents for sweep and power has been exciting. — Giles Foden Copy Share Image
“She (my mother) could still recite them (the poems) in full when she was lying helpless and nearly blind, in her bed,… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image
I can't lie. Even if they think I'm wrong. Even if they don't understand. Even if they think I'm crazy. I'm me.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose name are still well-known:… — JK Rowling Copy Share Image
“Robert Frost didn’t like to explain his poems—and for good reason: to explain a poem is to suck the air from its… — Tony Leuzzi Copy Share Image
If you move on then I have to go but I swear I wont be ok, but I know you will be… — Megannn Copy Share Image
“She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
When I was one day old, I learned how to read. When I was two days old, I started to write. By… — Jon Scieszka Copy Share Image
“ The Prodigal Son They gave the deep end of their heart--a hue of crimson red, They whispered their desire and offered… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
Before our eyes met, my mind was an empty mirror. I fear that my dreams will shatter. Now I see you every… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
Love's Aspect, that none can reach, touch, posses. Passion's whisper none shall hear. Loyalty made flesh. I came here only for a… — Vladislas Nikilovic Copy Share Image
“The road was so dimly lighted. There we;re no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds, If all roads… — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“I listen to the rainfall, my words wanna flow! Droplets run down the wall, where do they go? Letters in the raw,… — Leslie Austin Copy Share Image
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
