I really liked writing rhyming poems and plays.
The poet nothing affirmeth and therefore never lieth.
The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.
How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.
Each memorable verse of a true poet has two or three times the written content.
I find a lot of poetry to be narcissistic.
We are supposed to write poetry to keep the gods alive.
Like most lit nerds, I'm a voracious reader. I never got enough poetry under my belt growing up but I do read it - some of my favorites, Gina Franco and Angela Shaw and Cornelius Eady and Kevin Young,...
I come from a short fiction background, and my mom is a poet, so I've always read poetry; I've always had a lot of different influences both linguistically and musically.
A good poem brims with reflected beauty and even a bracing, beautiful ugliness. At the center of our lives, in the midst of the busyness and the forgetting, is a story that makes sense when everything...
A briar rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.
Though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find...
Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.
To all to each a fair goodnight And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.
Oft when the white still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl - a bit like Crab Nebula - do for now.
She disappeared; her voice, her laughter and the warmth of her breath never seen by no one again.
Mine is the river where the love runs deep, that if you fall in, you'll be mine to keep.
We need your patience Your knowledge we need your caring heart
And strange-eyed constellations reign His stars eternally.
ERIC: What are you always writin' in that book anyway?...
There isn't enough paper in the world to write all the poems you inspire in me.
Daisy, simple and discreet flower,That earned the heart of this poet.
OMG! I DESIGNED THIS NEW SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORM! IT'S CALLED "POETRY" - YOU HAVE TO READ AMY KING'S POEMS TO GET AN INVITE ~
We are merely ghost flowers under the shade of the moon...
I love it when there's nothing left to see but tiny spots of what's still light. Stories piercing the night.
For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace the human dress. Songs of Innocence. Cruelty has a human heart And jealousy a human face, Terror the human...
Caress me sister wind and stop this hate.
If you look a word up in the dictionary and twenty minutes later you're still wandering around in the dictionary, you probably have the most basic equipment you need to be a poet.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...