“My father’s hopes travel with me years after he died. Someday we will learn how to live. All of us surviving without violence never stop dreaming how to cure it.”— Naomi Shihab Nye, poets.org
“Once, someone told me I have a small heart. Whenever I weep I press the moment like a garlic clove— I want to feel, good God I want to feel, to see how everything alive becomes a landscape.”— Bryce Emley, narrativemagazine.com
“I don't go into town anymore. I bring out the emergency in people and I don’t know why. When I speak, women fall sick and stars drop like dead birds from the night. My home, instead, is on a ridge where horses bow their heads and bear the elements. Alone, I conduct experiments. I communicate with st…”— Austen Leah Rosenfeld, narrativemagazine.com
“Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep; You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years afte…”— Sarah Kay, Phil Kaye, youtube.com
“I don’t know how to not love people when they’re hurting. I guess that’s why I keep falling in love with open wounds and then not understanding when we are nothing but blood in a lifeboat.”— Ashe Vernon, latenightcornerstore.com
“Maybe, I told you I was leaving Because it was the only way you’d notice my absence”— Rudy Francisco, thelovejournals.com
“Here is the truth: It is hard to be in love with someone who is in love someone else. I don’t know how to turn that into poetry.”— Clementine Von Radics, amazon.com
“Your heart will become a dusty piano in the basement of a church and she will play you when no one is looking. Now you understand why it’s called an organ.”— Rudy Francisco, fuckyeahrudyfrancisco.tumblr.com
“The poet presents the imagination with images from life and human characters and situations, sets them all in motion and leaves it to the beholder to let these images take his thoughts as far as his mental powers will permit.”— Arthur Schopenhauer, amazon.com
“I like imagining your body is Saturn, my body ten thousand rings wrapped around you.”— Andrea Gibson, amazon.com
“I want a tattoo of the first morning we woke up together. I want the memory to hurt.”— Clementine Von Radics, amazon.com
“little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won't flinch and I won't blame you, as I drive along the shore alone as the palms wave, the ugly heavy palms, as the living does not arrive as the dead do not leave, I won't blame you, instead I will remember the kisses our lips r…”— Charles Bukowski, allpoetry.com
“We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won’t flinch at when they find.”— Andrea Gibson, ohandreagibson.tumblr.com
“I want to spend a lot but not all of my years with you. We’ll talk about kids but make plans to travel. I will remember your eyes as green when they were gray. Our dogs will be named For Now and Mostly. Sex will be good but next door’s will sound better. There will be small things. I will pick up yo…”— Rebecca Hazelton, amazon.com
“I cannot say that I have gone to hell for your love, but often found myself there in your pursuit.”— William Carlos Williams, amazon.com