“all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
Even if I die my love for you will never say goodbye it might hurt the pain you feel the broken bones… — Jeremy Limn Copy Share Image
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a… — Gilda Radner Copy Share Image
“Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
“I write poems to save myself, to preserve in ink memories of me long after my soul has dissolved and my bones… — Ayokunle Falomo Copy Share Image
Often it seems that there are writers who are their best selves on the page. That Seamus Heaney was as genuine and… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher 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
“Girls, be good to these spirits of music and poetry that breast your threshold with their scented gifts. Lift the lyre, clear… — Sappho Copy Share Image
Here are poems from a new generation of writers who honor the magnetic fields of the real; who feel and think with… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
In White Summer, Joelle Biele exhibits a Roethke-like affinity with nature and natures creatures. At times a miniaturist, Biele constructs exquisite addresses… — Elizabeth Spires Copy Share Image
“Monster a person though monster not human. Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann! World full of stupid. World full of noise.… — Jennifer Finney Boylan Copy Share Image
“I will forever walk alone in a world overflowing with those that will never understand my meaning of “Learning to See” I’m… — Michael Jones Copy Share Image
Spring has again returned. The Earth is like a child that knows many poems. Many, O so many. For the hardship of… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
“You ask if I will write a poem I could, I suppose write the most splendiferous one of all but not right… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
“When by me in the dusk my child sits down I am myself. Simon, if it’s that loose, let me wiggle it… — John Berryman Copy Share Image
All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of… — Jim Morrison Copy Share Image
“When people ask me what I do for a living, I tell them I write poems. And then they say: 'No, what… — Mike Algera Copy Share Image
“The length of novels, poems and stories, is measured by the number of missing words; a thousand pages become one, one becomes… — Dejan Stojanovic Copy Share Image
“Yet, the man never goes slow! Feted against all the odds. How? Nobody knows. Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes...” — Subhajit Ganguly Copy Share Image
I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may the true measure of things and stand against… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the… — Yasunari Kawabata Copy Share Image
I simply don't want the poems mixed up with my life or opinions or picture or any other regrettable concomitants. I look… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
“In every breeze exhales the promise of spring, Each sleeping tree dreams green dreams; the barren mountain wakes in blossom.” — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
“It is not enough for poems to be beautiful; they must be affecting, and must lead the heart of the hearer as… — Horace Copy Share Image
“poetry is not—except in a very limited sense—a form of self-expression. Who on earth supposes that the pearl expresses the oyster?” — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
“It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
I like poems that inspire, that make us think and reflect. It's like putting love into the world for whoever picks it… — Peleg Top Copy Share Image
My poems... the ones that start out as jokes become these big ponderous things and the ones that start out ponderous devolve… — Jess Walter Copy Share Image
“The sonnet, a lyrical poem, the beauty and magic... convey with our hearts the truth of the universe in a single moment… — R.M. Engelhardt Copy Share Image
I was surprised and laugh when I found my childhood written poems, one line was I like saving cash coins or money,… — Mhaj Porras Copy Share Image
“Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not suffice To fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rotten Lest we all… — Neil Leckman Copy Share Image
Today the U.S. is farther from being nourished by poetry than it was a hundred years ago, when books of poems were… — James Broughton Copy Share Image
“Poems are the chorus of our lives. the poet sets the words to the music of our souls. Each poem has its… — John H Ritter Copy Share Image
My first book of poems was published privately in 1949. That was my mother. The book was '25 Poems.' It cost 200 dollars. — Derek Walcott Copy Share Image
He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds, the warm, neat civilization behind his back, the cool, dark mystery outside. We… — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I look forward all day to evening, and then I put an "engaged" on the door and get into my nice red… — Jean Webster Copy Share Image
“ Silence Never Silence never healed the lonely. Silence never comforted the broken hearted. Silence never saved a life. Silence never won… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“Baudelaire" When I fall asleep, and even during sleep, I hear, quite distinctly, voices speaking Whole phrases, commonplace and trivial, Having no… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
“I left the bank because they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems. So I went to the store, but they didn’t accept… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
