“She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
“She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.” — robert m drake Copy Share Image
“I am very close to HIM, sometimes I think I am HIM, with my mood is the weather,bright and sunny forever.” — Santosh Kalwar Copy Share Image
Poems give you the lives of others and then circle in on your own inner world. — Frances Mayes 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
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
“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
“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
The first thing I tried to do in the months after losing my mother was to write a poem. I found myself… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
“no verse, no diction resurrected, shaped unless the thought of you dictates this ink, your slave as the poems flow through from… — Nejoud Al-Yagout Copy Share Image
with poems one accomplishes so little when one writes them early. One should hold off and gather sense and sweetness a whole… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
Some of my favorite poems are "confessional" poems written in the voices of aliens ("Southbound on the Freeway" by May Swenson" and… — Matthea Harvey Copy Share Image
“I tasted danger on his lips and became an addict. A slave to adrenaline and irrational behaviour. We lived recklessly in a… — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
“Beyond the Years I the years the answer lies, Beyond where brood the grieving skies And Night drops tears. Where Faith rod-chastened… — Paul Laurence Dunbar Copy Share Image
“December is... by Stewart Stafford December is all that we give, And whatever we receive, It is those who surround us, And… — Stewart Stafford Copy Share Image
