I just sit down and write. I never know when. The most recent one is 'Sarah Still,' which is about our life,… — Shelley Berman 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 ran up the door, closed the stairs, said my pajamas and put on my prayers, turned off my bed and jumped… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as my last. Theres only us, theres only this; forget… — Jonathan Larson Copy Share Image
“Devil’s Wish A bowl of spells Swirls a mix Smoke and bubbles Seek the fix Young boy's eye And fever few Witches… — William O'Brien Copy Share Image
Your kiss tells me to wait. To never let go, to hold onto us and never lose hope. I feel it in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass by… — Munia Khan Copy Share Image
“Gardens are poems Where you stroll with your hands in your pockets. (Les jardins sont des poemes Ou l'on se promene les… — Pierre Albert-Birot Copy Share Image
“Overmodulation By Charlotte M Liebel-Fawls You're a cavity in my oasis, You're a porthole in my sea, You're a stretch of the… — Charlotte M. Liebel Copy Share Image
For women ... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of light… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
Looking at the poems of John Gray when I saw the tiniest rivulet of text meandering through the very largest meadow of… — Ada Leverson Copy Share Image
“You leave behind your fine poems. You leave behind your beautiful flowers. And the earth that was only leant to you. You… — Aliette de Bodard Copy Share Image
The poems in Katherine Soniat's new collection, The Swing Girl, weave emotion's 'spray going farther than thought' with the 'bedrock things' of… — Kathryn Stripling Byer Copy Share Image
“The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d… — robert m drake 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
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
“God would seem to indicate to us and not allow us to doubt that these beautiful poems are not human, or the… — Socrates Copy Share Image
“Maybe that's what writers do- Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.” — Sanhita Baruah Copy Share Image
“She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
You've read some of the poems in this new unpublished book [Walker's Alphabet], e.g., the poem "C." I have a number of… — Shirley Geok-lin Lim Copy Share Image
I can never plan out what direction my poems will take in terms of either form or content. I wish I could… — Elaine Equi Copy Share Image
All is fish that comes to the literary net. Goethe puts his joys and sorrows into poems, I turn my adventures into… — Louisa May Alcott Copy Share Image
“Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake… — Darnell Lamont Walker Copy Share Image
“Fantasy like thought that no man could rain Just let her reign Run wild with her unafraid Of any rain storms They… — Maquita Donyel Irvin Copy Share Image
“The Fool, when removed from solid ground, leaps- From mountaintop, to burning star, to black, black space. The scholar, when bereft of… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“Our real poems are already in us / and all we can do is dig. / We can work for years and… — Jonathan Galassi Copy Share Image
“She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
When you awaken in morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circle flight, I am soft stars… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“I didn’t even know my face could do this. It’s like there were hidden zippers in my cheeks. Jesus. This must be… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“At the end of the day I went to this place where your memories left footsteps on my skin and the breath… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
I find it odd that, in real life people think I am funny but no one ever suspects that on the page!… — Lucie Brock-Broido Copy Share Image
“Poems ought to reflect the work the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“We don’t know anything about silent sages, buried knowledge, the eye of the mute poet, serene seers, yet how many talkative destroyers,… — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
The idea is to take the most ordinary things and make them extraordinary, as Gerard Manley Hopkins does in his poems. — Alfonso A. Ossorio Copy Share Image
The title of the poems was The Only Bar in Dixon. We sent it out to The New Yorker on a fluke,… — James Welch Copy Share Image
There's a Welsh poet, R.S. Thomas. He was a very crotchety, strange man, but his poems are wonderful. He was nominated for… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
What we call a poem is mostly what is not there on the page. The strength of any poem is the poems… — Harold Bloom Copy Share Image
When I was a kid, a pickleball hit me in the back of the head, and I had memory problems. I was… — C. C. H. Pounder Copy Share Image
Smile it takes every little wrinkle away. Smile as if you are all good to go. Smile as if you did not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image