“...before you, life was desolate - the past hardly worth remembering - and now, each moment a keepsake I can't throw away ...” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
Yet that man is happy and poets sing of him who conquers with hand and swift foot and strength. — Pindar Copy Share Image
Though my father was poor and had nothing, the Torah, the poetry of prophets, was his daily bread. — Anzia Yezierska Copy Share Image
I think of myself as a poet. I grew up with poetic influences - what I know from my background is the… — Donovan Copy Share Image
The Soul of the Warrior, Screams out for Battle. The Soul of the Poet, Cries out for Love. I sit between them,… — Eric Nickel Copy Share Image
“Drugs to me have always been a pretty girl with a sly smile beckoning me with a finger down the dark path… — Atticus Poetry Copy Share Image
Writing wasn't just a form of expression. It was a form of pathology by embarking on spoken word over and over and… — Amanda Gorman Copy Share Image
