One of the very first poems I wrote was Docker That fist would drop a hammer on a Catholic and one of… — Seamus Heaney Copy Share Image
This Poem is Written; By A boy Who Lost His Love: She Gave me lots of Love , I thought thats Enough..!… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Most Like an Arch This Marriage Most like an arch—an entrance which upholds and shores the stone-crush up the air like lace.… — John Ciardi Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
On a very personal level, I have fond memories of spending a lot of time in the Library of Congress working on… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of… — Gary Snyder Copy Share Image
“que ferais-je sans ce monde que ferais-je sans ce monde sans visage sans questions où être ne dure qu'un instant où chaque… — Samuel Beckett Copy Share Image
“That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
“The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
“all the pretty woman thought the poems i wrote on love were meant for them. and i always felt badly about having… — Orhan Veli Kanık Copy Share Image
How would you paint me? If you were a artist how would you paint me? With deep solid strokes or your brush… — Christy Ann Martine Copy Share Image
“Through the darkest hours of the night and through the dreamers realm I seek, Far beyond the starry sky and beyond galaxies… — Lee Argus Copy Share Image
“I’d say that most of these [poems in Jason Mashak's book SALTY AS A LIP] are just straightforward enough, but not entirely… — Sage Cohen Copy Share Image
“He was the hunter of my soul, lying in wait - silently and motionless. Coaxing me out of hiding, Enticing me with… — J.A. ANUM Copy Share Image
At another level, though, poems can craft an eraser - we can't revise the past, but poems allow us some malleability, an… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“Every poem, for me, begins with a question I don’t have the answer to, and here, in ‘Hypothesis,’ the question is whether… — Paul Tran Copy Share Image
“Leaves will fall, cold will creep in A circle of life that ends where it begins It may take a thousand years… — Ryan Winfield Copy Share Image
“The streets are silent / The playgrounds are still / The noise has moved elsewhere / Into our homes / Into our… — Daya Kudari Copy Share Image
“She was broken from moment to moment, watching her world collide she felt lost inside herself. She fell apart for a passion… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
Smuggling poems out of prison in the soles of mt shoes i'm way past finding salvation in the arms of a woman,… — Raegan Butcher Copy Share Image
“I believe that poems, sometimes, perhaps most of the time, ignite something into us. They can transform us overnight. Poems can go… — Yash Thakur Copy Share Image
“Transformations All night he ran, his body air, But that was in another year. Lately the answered shape of his laughter, The… — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
“The greatest of poems is an inventory. Every kitchen tool becomes ideal because Crusoe might have dropped it in the sea. It… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“The nature of poems Is a matter of words and deeds An intimate encounter of voice In the ache of the heart… — Kendall Dana Lockerman Copy Share Image
“Mathematicians still don’t understand the ball our hands made, or how your electrocuted grandparents made it possible for you to light my… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
“Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the brighter, cold… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
Reading Ngo Tu Lap's poems, terrible nostalgia wells up in me- nostalgia for a lost time and a far-gone country, nostalgia for… — Maxine Hong Kingston Copy Share Image
I read everything. I'll read a John Grisham novel, I'll sit and read a whole book of poems by Maya Angelou, or… — Jessye Norman Copy Share Image
I'm trying to create a collection of stories - the 'U.F.O.W.A.V.E.' songs are all stories. I haven't really taken direct lyrical influence… — King Krule Copy Share Image
And now my old dog is dead, and another I had after him, and my parents are dead, and that first world,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Way Down South in Dixie (Break the heart of me) They hung my black young lover To a cross roads tree. Way… — Langston Hughes Copy Share Image
Poems give us permission to be unsure, in ways we must be if we are ever to learn anything not already known.… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“In Poems of Love and Light: The Light of The Sun…Our Breath as One, the tenor seems to have changed slightly, as… — Frank L. DeSilva Copy Share Image
“Outside the study hall the next fall, the fall of our senior year, the Nabisco plant baked sweet white bread twice a… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“ After a Retreat What hast thou learnt today? Hast thou sounded awful mysteries, Hast pierced the veiled skies, Climbed to the… — Robert Hugh Benson Copy Share Image
“How to be a Poet (to remind myself) i Make a place to sit down. Sit down. Be quiet. You must depend… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Inherently within the temperamental soul of humanity lies a shivering and thoroughly jealous irrational thought of death. Life has such a fickle… — Johnny Luckett Copy Share Image
“I will hold what I am inside, and keep my hands tight around all the things I have seen and heard, and… — Hannah Kent Copy Share Image
The idea of a pseudonym had been flitting around my brain for a long time, along with its cognate, disappearance. In the… — Michael Redhill Copy Share Image
![“One of the very first poems I wrote was Docker That fist would drop a hammer on a Catholic and one of the sturdiest was Requiem for the Croppies, written 50 years after 1916 [the year of the Easter Rising]. Being responsible and what it means, what it demands, have indeed preoccupied me maybe too…” quote by Seamus Heaney](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/5fb/seamus-heaney-1711_being-responsible_one-of-the-very-first-poems-i-wrote-was_181491.jpg)
![“I’d say that most of these [poems in Jason Mashak's book SALTY AS A LIP] are just straightforward enough, but not entirely explainable or attributable to a single cause/effect, which makes them the kind of poems I want to read many times… “Salty as a lip” is my favorite. It’s so alive: strange and…” quote by Sage Cohen](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/i/d2e/sage-cohen-90776_books_i-d-say-that-most-of-these-poems-in-jaso_2267450.jpg)
