Poem Quotes

Hanged"I hung myself today. Hanged? Whatever,the point is I hanged myself today and I’m stillhanging...

If, of all words of tongue and pen,The saddest are, 'It might have been,'More sad are these we daily...

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.Shovel them under and let me work-- I am the grass; ...

For this,let gardens grow, where beelines end,sighing in roses, saffron blooms, buddleia;where bees ...

At childhood’s end, the houses petered outinto playing fields, the factory, allotmentskept, like mis...

Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed w...

beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor the...

when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric”I know what hemeantI know what hewanted:to be complete...

when I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand mycouragereturns

There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.

Ya got cigarettes?” she asks. “Yes,” I say,“I got cigarettes.” “Matches?” she asks.“Enough to burn R...

be it peace or happinesslet it enfold you

the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vas...

Yawn...I believe that I love sleepmuch more than anybody I’ve evermet.I have the ability to sleep fo...

I always felt it wouldpass.I listened to the charges against meknowing some of them to be truebut ce...

unaccountably we are aloneforever aloneand it was meant to bethat way,it was never meantto be any ot...

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

And it seems people should not build houses anymoreit seems people should stop working and sit in sm...

aboutour argument tonightwhatever it wasaboutand no matterhow unhappyit made usfeelremember thatther...

I care for you, darling, I love you,the only reason I fucked L. is because you fuckedZ. and then I f...

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

beware women grownoldwho were neveranything butyoung

and love is a word usedtoo much andmuchtoo soon.

wesat theresmokingcigarettesat5in the morning.

The dead do not needaspirin orsorrow,I suppose.but they might needrain.not shoesbut a place towalk.n...

all theorieslike clichesshot to hell,all these small faceslooking upbeautiful and believing;I wish t...

I didn't know who tobelievebutone thing I doknow: when a man islivingmany claim relationshipsthat ar...

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and...

I see a brightportionunder the overhead lightthat shades intodarknessand then into darkerdarknessand...

when I drive the freeways I see the soul of humanity ofmy city and it's ugly, ugly, ugly: the living...

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

there's no clarity.there was never meant to be clarity.

darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our da...

the worst thing," he told me,"is bitterness, people end up sobitter.

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burni...

it is so dark now with the sadness ofpeoplethey were tricked, they were taught to expect theultimate...

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhichI am not;in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a g...

it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue aloneare the deadrattling the wallsthat close us in.

she wasn't veryinterestingbut few peopleare.

one doesn't even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn't think ofus, that'sfine.

the gods play nofavorites.

regret is mostly caused by not havingdone anything.

she slammed the door andwas gone.I looked at the closed doorand at the doorknoband strangelyI didn't...

sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyear...

there’s nothing todiscussthere’s nothing torememberthere’s nothing toforgetit’s sadand it’s notsadse...

sometimes it's hard to knowwhat todo.

I paid, got up, walkedto the door, openedit.I heard the mansay, "that guy'snuts."out on the street I...

as long as there arehuman beings aboutthere is never going to beany peacefor any individualupon this...

I found the best thingI could dowas just to type awayat my own workand let the dyingdieas they alway...

having nothing to struggleagainstthey have nothing to strugglefor.

The ProdigalDark morning rainMeant to fallOn a prison and a schoolyard,Falling meanwhileOn my mother...

Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail,And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:'Time is short, ...

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

Here is a list of terrible things,The jaws of sharks, a vultures wingsThe rabid bite of the dogs of ...

Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' se...

Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings-- they cause ...

Wear scarlet! Tear the green lemonsoff the tree! I don't wantto forget who I am, what has burned in ...

I thought I was growing wings—it was a cocoon.I thought, now is the time to stepinto the fire—it was...

I am, a shadowthat grows longer as the sunmoves, drawn outon a thread of wonder.If I bear burdensthe...

The yellow moon dreamilytipping buttons of lightdown among the leaves. Marimba,marimba - from beyond...

As Henry Moore carvedor modelled his sculpture every day,he strove to surpass Donatello4. and failed...

The only sea I saw Was the seesaw sea With you riding on it. Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in...

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can lovea...

no time agoor else a lifewalking in the darki met christjesus)my heartflopped overand lay stillwhile...

l(aleaffalls)oneliness

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice ...

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violetsdandelionsAnd the big bullying daisies through the field w...

Be nothing which thou art not

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more...

I have studied many timesThe marble which was chiseled for me—A boat with a furled sail at rest in a...

All day long you sit and sew,Stitch life down for fear it grow,Stitch life down for fear we guessAt ...

The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a particle of dustThe universe, for fear it gainIts freedom f...

Solo For Ear-Trumpet The carriage brushes through the brightLeaves (violent jets from life to light)...

Answers I kept my answers small and kept them near;Big questions bruised my mind but still I letSmal...

Your soul: pure glucose edged with hintsOf tentative and half-soiled tints

TO what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with t...

My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone....

This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doorsMany a frozen night, and merrilyAnswered staid drink...

Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!

He drew a circle that shut me out-Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout.But love and I had the wit to wi...

How—I didn't know anyword for it—how "unlikely". . .How had I come to be here,like them, and overhea...

One has to commit a painting,' said Degas,'the way one commits a crime.

Too pretty, dreamlike mimicry!O falling fire and piercing cryand panic, and a weak mailed fistclench...

After the fierce midsummer all ablaze Has burned itself to ashes, and expires In the intensity of it...

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.

Parting is all we know of Heaven,and all we need of Hell.

In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advanc...

The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-

THE MOON was but a chin of gold A night or two ago, And now she turns her perfect face Upon the worl...

In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sand...

The Garden En robe de parade. - SamainLike a skein of loose silk blown against a wallShe walks by th...

The little boy was looking for his voice.(The king of the crickets had it.)In a drop of waterthe lit...

Don't ask me any questions. I've seen how things that seek their way find their void instead.

El remanso de airebajo la rama del eco.El remanso del aguabajo fronda de luceros.El remanso de tu bo...

All letters of love are Ridiculous. They wouldn’t be love letters if they were not Ridiculous.

… my words are lovewhich willfully parades inits room, refusing to move.

… and I’ll be happy here and happy there, fullof tea and tears