Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend. — Martial Copy Share Image
“He has a wonderful beauty and stillness and you do not. Your poems are unpleasant.” — Len Jenkin Copy Share Image
“The rat is the mous- tache in the trache. the wrong- doer in the soer.” — J. Patrick Lewis Copy Share Image
“I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.” — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
There are a couple of poems I've written with masculine muses, very often the muse to me is a female. — Shirley Geok-lin Lim Copy Share Image
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them. — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
All pasts are like poems; one can derive a thousand things, but not live in them. — John Fowles Copy Share Image
“I used to think that in the end, we would laugh at the world together. I guess now, the world is laughing… — Athena Violante Copy Share Image
Poetry had great powers over me from my childhood, and today the poems live in my memory which I read at the… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
“It's not Adventureland, but you write some poems, the leaves move, and you get laid sometimes." Tom Drury's Pierre Hunter on life.” — Tom Drury Copy Share Image
My poems often start with an idea, some kind of inspiration. I don't expect anything. Every now and then something like "The… — Philip Schultz Copy Share Image
“In Austin, someone has scrawled on the bathroom wall of a cafe on Congress Street, “I don’t know if you or I… — Linh Dinh Copy Share Image
“I cast my eyes out to the sea and gaze at all eternity until forever turns to night. My eyes then lift… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
One plus one is two. That's how it is with me and you, and since the sky is always blue, know that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poems are ways of saying you clearly remember the day of your death and your tomb. When I am writing poetry, I… — Kim Hyesoon 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
“Outside, the meadows - dewy and golden are cloaked in summer blooms. My heart, scorching and desolate sighs and sings sad songs… — Neena H Brar Copy Share Image
I booked my first studio at like 12 or 13. Somewhere in that season of my life, singing along with the radio… — Frank Ocean Copy Share Image
I wish I'd been better able to resist the sense of obligation to write some of the poems I did. It's in… — Andrew Motion Copy Share Image
I see poetry as a path toward new understanding and transformation, and so I've looked at specific poems I love, and at… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“This wobbly world host to insects and lint and a thousand pithy ways to feel unserious each minute It brings about a… — Erin J. Watson Copy Share Image
I do not remember-that is the point-the first impulse that pumped and shoved most of the earlier poems along, and they are… — Dylan Thomas Copy Share Image
“I serve him because he appreciates being served. He serves me because he’s humble enough to, and I’m his peace. I don’t… — Marion Bekoe Copy Share Image
