“When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a… — Simone de Beauvoir Copy Share Image
“The flowers that I left in the ground, that I did not gather for you, today I bring them all back, to… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
“This is a Personal Poem My self's self is thinking about itself. Trying to sell its self a new self. Don't worry,… — Alex Dimitrov Copy Share Image
“And one gathers from this enormous modern literature of confes- 11 sion and self- analysis that to write a work of genius… — Lee A. Jacobus Copy Share Image
“The next morning I took the screen out of that window, and hid it in the back of my closet, where it… — John Green Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, he wanted some credit for it. He wanted someone to thank him for not crapping on the institution of love. He… — Amity Gaige Copy Share Image
“Cremisia said, “No, Signore. In this we have misunderstood. Nothing is the absence of anything we may understand. It is invisible in… — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
“Because it is occasionally possible, just for brief moments, to find the words that will unlock the doors of all those many… — Ted Hughes Copy Share Image
“If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me, If only your heart ever, craves for me or… — Mehek Bassi Copy Share Image
“I confess, I have setbacks like anyone. But they don’t cause distress or coalesce in a mess for I’ve learned to step… — Shaun Hick Copy Share Image
“One of the more interesting things you'll notice in the entire history of poetry & poets, art & artists is those useless… — R.M. Engelhardt Copy Share Image
“Coleridge wrote a poem called ‘The Eolian Harp,’ in which he explored the notion of music slumbering on its instrument. It's a… — Amal El-Mohtar Copy Share Image
“Don’t write with a pen. Ink tends to give the impression the words shouldn’t be changed. Write with what gives you the… — Richard Hugo Copy Share Image
“I’m not a man, I can’t earn a living, buy new things for my family. I have acne and a small peter.… — Harold Norse Copy Share Image
“Such was the Arab of the desert, the dweller in tents, in whom was fulfilled the prophetic destiny of his ancestor Ishmael.… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
“My turn now. The story of one of my insanities. For a long time I boasted that I was master of all… — Arthur Rimbaud 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
“Robot Boy Mr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life. They were a normal, happy husband and wife. One day they got… — Tim Burton Copy Share Image
“In an enchanting encounter with the myriad books that I met in a cosy book shop today, I couldn't help but get… — Avijeet Das Copy Share Image
“Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings-- they cause the eyes to melt or the… — Craig Raine Copy Share Image
“The Dieter's Daughter Mom's got this taco guy's poem taped to the fridge, some ode to celery, which she is always eating.… — Anita Endrezze Copy Share Image
“Gray waited a full verse before approaching her, prowling around her periphery and coming to rest behind her right shoulder. A few… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“What appears in the former statue of Apollo, however, cannot simply be equated with the Olympian of the same name, who had… — Peter Sloterdijk Copy Share Image
“I squatted by the water as it flowed over the tumbled rocks, thought how far they must've come to have settled in… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
“I Knew a Woman" I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share Image
“Is there no context for our lives? No song, no literature, no poem full of vitamins, no history connected to experience that… — Toni Morrison Copy Share Image
“Love Hurts. I daresay there’s two or three poems, six novels and at least twelve songs on the subject. That’s how the… — Daniel S. Fletcher Copy Share Image
“I went down not long ago to the Mad River, under the willows I knelt and drank from that crumpled flow, call… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still,… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
“One UniVerse for the Living While palaces attest to the power of men, And monuments mark their wars, Little remains of the… — Nancy Boutilier Copy Share Image
“I want to run out of the world, not into a monastery—I still have my strength—but in order to find myself (that… — Søren Kierkegaard Copy Share Image
“ Picnic, Lightning It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
“Perhaps you’re fascinated by the contours of my cheeks with skin like bed sheets that hide all of the complexities of what’s… — Lucas Regazzi Copy Share Image
“ Do I Love You " I stand in the night and stare up at a lone star, wondering what love means.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Our Valley We don't see the ocean, not ever, but in July and August when the worst heat seems to rise… — Philip Levine Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t reading poetry because my aim was to work my way through English Literature in Prose A–Z. But this was different.… — Jeanette Winterson Copy Share Image
“Fuck You Poem #45 Fuck you in slang and conventional English. Fuck you in lost and neglected lingoes. Fuck you hungry and… — Amy Gerstler Copy Share Image
“UP You wake up filled with dread. There seems no reason for it. Morning light sifts through the window, there is birdsong,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Poets represent love as sculptors design beauty, as musicians create melody; that is to say, endowed with an exquisite nervous organization, they… — Alfred De Musset Copy Share Image
![“I wasn’t reading poetry because my aim was to work my way through English Literature in Prose A–Z. But this was different. I read [in, Murder in the Cathedral by T.S. Eliot]: This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy. I started to cry. (…)The…” quote by Jeanette Winterson](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/ead/jeanette-winterson-166_books_i-wasn-t-reading-poetry-because-my-aim-w_1191707.jpg)
