I like to read a lot of books and poems. Even though poems are short, I enjoy the emotions that come with… — Jeongyeon Copy Share Image
As a friendly one. I would still like to write concrete poems, but I can only do it sometimes. — Ian Hamilton Finlay Copy Share Image
“Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.” — robert m drake Copy Share Image
The act of song writing and recording became one and the same to me; because I essentially recorded everything I did from… — Adam Goldberg Copy Share Image
I work hard to make the poems as good as they can be, and if they're not good enough I scrap them.… — Michael Longley Copy Share Image
“She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“Poems are not for explaining," she said, her tone as bored and faintly scornful as his. "They are for pretty girls to… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
'Swan,' by Mary Oliver. Poems and prose. Reading from this book is as if visiting a very wise friend. There is wisdom… — Jessye Norman Copy Share Image
“No matter how many romantic poems you recite, no matter how many glorious tales of love you read, how can you really… — Sherry D. Ficklin Copy Share Image
“I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I… — robert m drake 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
My poems - like my family life, my life with friends, my teaching - these things express who I am. I don't… — Robert Pinsky Copy Share Image
“Two seeds destined to grow in concert, planted together in the field of love.’” She took in a lungful of air and… — Christina Lee 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
“ 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
It was a gloomy day, Young boy walking on a narrow street. Felt someone following him, So all he heard was his… — Vladimir Cius Copy Share Image
“She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way… — robert m drake Copy Share Image
“The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for… — Nithin Purple Copy Share Image
