Top Poet Quotes

I will not stop singingthe Muses who set me dancing.

These are all direct quotes, except every time they use a curse word, I'm going to use the name of a famous American poet:'You Walt Whitman-ing, Edna St. Vincent Millay! Go Emily Dickinson your mom!''...

Poet Definition

(n.) One skilled in making poetry; one who has a particular genius for metrical composition; the author of a poem; an imaginative thinker or writer.

Whose starboard eyeSaw chariot 'swing low'?

There are many unspeakable words, forgotten, or forbidden.Great thanks to the poets who make them all become reachable.

I wake up in strange beds and in unknown rooms. I wander in dark alleys and crooked roads. Some days I don't even see the sun. Some nights the moon hides from me. I am the wanderer and wandering is my...

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

Being in prison for seven years was like being in an army that never drilled, never deployed, and only fought itself.

He was, as every truly great poet has ever been, a good man; but finding it impossible to realize his own aspirations, either in religion or politics, or society, he gave up his heart to the living sp...

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil int...

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;A-chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

A poet in his senses knocks vainly at the gates of poetry.

These are all direct quotes, except every time they use a curse word, I'm going to use the name of a famous American poet:'You Walt Whitman-ing, Edna St. Vincent Millay! Go Emily Dickinson your mom!''...

As I read you I fell in love with the holes between your words and I loved you most on the days you could not love yourself.

I write to understand what I know.

Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.

So I became the wanderer and wandering became my destiny!

What the poet has to say to the torso of the supposed Apollo, however, is more than a note on an excursion to the antiquities collection. The author's point is not that the thing depicts an extinct go...

I have battled with loneliness. I have battled with insecurity and rootlessness. But I have never given up the struggle. I have never quit trying in life.

Was there a poet who written about skylarks?