The poems in Helena Mesa’s virtuosic first book, Horse Dance Underwater, run with such speed, verve, and alacrity they leave you breathless,… — Michael Collier Copy Share Image
As a reader, coming to my reading as a writer immersed in fairytales, I can't help but notice in so many stories,… — Kate Bernheimer Copy Share Image
“And so it’s hard for a certain kind of naïve mind at a restless, awakening time of year not to wonder, for… — Lisa R. Spaar Copy Share Image
Poetry is not an end in itself but in the service of life; of what use are poems, or any other works… — Kathleen Raine Copy Share Image
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots. Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots. Blue morning-glories climb trellises high. Powder-white asters like stars in the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“We shall not sip from the same glass, No water for us, or sweet wine; We’ll not embrace at morning, Not gaze… — Anna Ahkmatova Copy Share Image
I'd been writing poems for many years, but most of them I didn't like. Then, when I was 23, I wrote one… — Siri Hustvedt Copy Share Image
There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still day: slowly the first… — Linda Pastan Copy Share Image
“It lies here deep in the heart, the small chest of pain Sharp words like daggers placed it here To fill with… — Neil Leckman Copy Share Image
“Everything Is Going to Be All Right How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window… — Derek Mahon Copy Share Image
“Break out to go out: The birds dare to break the egg shell It does so in order to get out of… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
( Hey guys heres one of my poems I wrote hope you like it comment so I can see :) ) ask… — Natalya Johnson Copy Share Image
“Where you find Truth Is where you find your reflection And where you find your reflection Is where you find love And… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
A lot of the stuff that I see, because it's part of the work that I do, is look at pictures and… — W. S. Di Piero Copy Share Image
I like poems that are daggers that sing. I like poems that for all the power of the sentiments expressed, and all… — Frederick Seidel Copy Share Image
Older boys were allowed to beat younger ones at my 15th-century English boarding school, and every boy had to run a five-mile… — Pico Iyer 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
Long hours spent awakened by divine midnight-star clustered sky's; arise spirits of long gone rushes of fleshes desiring eye's; heavenly bless lures… — Johnny Luckett 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
True love is a sacred flame that burns eternally, And none can dim its special glow or change its destiny. True love… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks. He'd be gone for days with long silences between each… — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
“Poems 1959-2009_ I turn into the man they photograph. I think I'll ask him for his autograph. He's older than I am… — Frederick Seidel Copy Share Image
“Poems are surmountable. They have rhymes and rhythms to help you make meaning. They're short enough. . . to read and reread… — Laurie Frankel 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
“The Power of the Dog by Rudyard Kipling There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
“Little soul, little perpetually undressed one, do now as I bid you, climb the shelf-like branches of the spruce tree; wait at… — Louise Glück Copy Share Image
“I say I think my poems now are finer than anything I've ever done; I only hope that is the judgement of… — Samuel R. Delany Copy Share Image
I work very hard on all my poems, but most of the work consists of trying not to sound as if I… — Anne Stevenson Copy Share Image
“I breathe in... The sights and smells Of this city I’ve come to know... So well I gaze... Across the turquoise ocean… — Sanober Khan Copy Share Image
I wanted a perfect ending, now i've learned the hard way, that some poems dont rhyme, and some stories dont have a… — Ana Copy Share Image
When American poet Alice Notley was very young, she used to sit in front of the radio and just listen. When she… — Elizabeth Flock Copy Share Image
In every one of these haunting and hungry poems, Howell draws a map for how to enter the heat and dew of… — Nikky Finney Copy Share Image
“The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the… — Federico García Lorca Copy Share Image
“At the Sound of the Gunshot, Leave A Message That's what my friend spoke into his grim machine the winter he first… — Mary Karr Copy Share Image
“Moonless nights haunt me. They evoke my once carefree life when I dreamed without doubt to what my future could be. I… — H.S. Crow Copy Share Image
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now.… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
“If I were to sit on the ocean floor and look toward the sky, I might see a whale or electric eel… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
I think that the moment we're living in offers the best opportunity we've had in a long time in that a lot… — Shane McCrae Copy Share Image
“Silence explains a lot of things. It tells us why people are who they not supposed to be. It's the fear of… — Tessa Vanluchene Copy Share Image
