When You See Millions of the Mouthless Dead”When you see millions of the mouthless deadAcross your dreams in pale battalions go,Say not soft things as other men have said,That you’ll remember. For you need not...

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.

Where the mind is without pain Where knowledge is gain; With you, life is not vain Where hate is a burdenFaith in humanity is not entwine The traces of you is meI am you and...

[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they’re doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.

I’m looking for youin the bare corridor where my shadow is the only passerbyharmonizing an unsettling whisper: echoed through my chiming thoughtsFrom the poem ‘Looking For You

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

Poems are the chorus of our lives. the poet sets the words to the music of our souls. Each poem has its own rhythm that drums like a heartbeat.

Sometimes the most beautiful people are beautifully broken.

She needed the chaos within her in order to discover the extraordinary no man could ever reach.

Devil’s WishA bowl of spellsSwirls a mixSmoke and bubblesSeek the fixYoung boy’s eyeAnd fever fewWitches grassSome mandrake root

The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low: And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing...

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

O Deus Ego Amo TeOh God, I love Thee mightily,Not only for Thy saving me, Nor yet because who love not TheeMust burn throughout eternity.Thou, Thou, my Jesu, once didst meEmbrace upon the bitter Tree.For...

Fear is a hurdle that stops the expression

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

She saved all of those poems in a scrapbook, … And when I look at the scrapbook, it brings back so many memories of fights we used to have or the people we used to...

I wish I had eyes that changed colors from blue to gray, and then after I cried, to all the colors of the rainbow, because then I’d just sit in front of the mirror writing...

Sous le pont Mirabeau coule la SeineEt nos amoursFaut-il qu’il m’en souvienneLa joie venait toujours après la peineVienne la nuit sonne l’heureLes jours s’en vont je demeureLes mains dans les mains restons face à faceTandis...

Ô beaux cheveux d’argent mignonnement retorsÔ beaux cheveux d’argent mignonnement retors !Ô front crêpe et serein ! et vous, face dorée !Ô beaux yeux de cristal ! ô grand bouche honorée,Qui d’un large repli retrousses...

Viceversa”Tengo miedo de vertenecesidad de verteesperanza de vertedesazones de vertetengo ganas de hallartepreocupación de hallartecertidumbre de hallartepobres dudas de hallartetengo urgencia de oírtealegría de oírtebuena suerte de oírte y temores de oírteo sea resumiendoestoy jodidoy...

Love doesn’t always mean rings and veils and walks down the aisle.Sometimes love means broken windows and broken hearts,and not being able to fix either. And sometimes love means telling you, there’s no such thing...

It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.

I know how you feel because I’ve been there too. I’ve hated and I’ve loved. I’ve seen my demons root and crawl and my angels branch and soar. I’ve died within myself and lived a...

Chanson d’automneLes sanglots longsDes violons De l’automneBlessent mon coeur D’une langueur Monotone.Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l’heure,Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ;Et je m’en vaisAu vent mauvais Qui m’emporteDeçà, delà,Pareil...

My beloved isn’t dazzling light, Darkness is my beloved – The reason I’m so fond of her…

I live there…Far above the song-filled clouds,where the dewdrops touch my skin so bareI live there.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

At any time, and under any circumstances of human interest, is it not strange to see how little real hold the objects of the natural world amid which we live can gain on our hearts...

Our past sins, our fractured lives–soon nothing but drowned stars in dark skies.

BurialCathy Linh CheThere is the rain, the odor of fresh earth, and you, grandmother, in a box. I bury the distance, 22 years of not meeting you and your ruined hands.I bury your hair, parted...

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

Take’th my temple and cut it into little stars, placed carefully to the face of heaven and the world will shine.

Allen turned up at my little cabin, … and we immediately began exchanging poems.

The universe is in your eyes Never look outside, because The stars are inside, without Your eyes, you cannot see the Cosmos, the reality is in you Not the sky, because we’re Born in time,...

I think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is pressedAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all dayAnd lifts her leafy arms to...

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

Daddy-by Nancy B. BrewerWhen I used to say, speak up you are as good as they, You would just smile and say, let them have their way. When in my foolish youth, I so often...

I had to learn to live without you and I couldn’t make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The shadow of a character is defined by its maker…while a heroine is personified by its actions and relatability. So writers can create a world with a heroine that has impact and finish with everessence...

EnnuiTea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,designing futures where nothing will occur:cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning shewill still predict no perils left to conquer.Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knightfinds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheardof,...

some poems frothand foam and rise…out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

[His] poems are astonishing. These are poems that rival anything anyone in the world has ever written.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.

A Very Short Song Once, when I was young and true, Someone left me sad- Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a...

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds

My religion consists of a dwelling admiration of illimitable spirit, with no hate in place, a whole heart to Love and care about the human race. There is lust within each of us, it’s sometimes...

I didn’t think about whether I was writing poems. I was thinking. And the more I was thinking, the more there was I didn’t understand.