“These days, I’m as filthy as a sweaty fist. You can often find me pulling my eyelashes for extra wishes, and I am always chewing on something, maybe it’s your blood.”— Noor Hindi, publicpool.org
“Both a little drunk in the middle afternoon / with the forgotten smart of August on our skin / we hold hands as if we still were children…”— Anne Sexton, amazon.com
“Let it be enough that the world looks alive when it’s wet and so much living is most beautiful when it’s dying.”— Bryce Emley, narrativemagazine.com
“And all the winds blew kisses and caressed me. / And all the forests toppled down within me. / And all the rivers ran into my soul.”— Gertrud Kolmar, amazon.com
“Yet in those few times I touched him / knowing one thing unfolded us both, it was my history beneath me, / my hands at least touching its skin.”— Katie Ford, amazon.com
“May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.”— Franz Kafka, amazon.com
“I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.”— Laini Taylor, amazon.com
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.”— Charles Bukowski, poeticous.com
“I’m a picture without a frame. A poem without a rhyme. A car with three wheels. A sun without fire. I am a gun without bullets. I am the truth without someone to hear it. I am a feeling without someone to feel it. This is who I am. A mess without you. Something beautiful with you.”— Iain Thomas, amazon.com
“I wanted to write the most beautiful poem but that is impossible; the world has written its own.”— Dejan Stojanovic, amazon.com