Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Poetry is life distilled. — Gwendolyn Brooks
Download Customize

Poetry is life distilled.

— Gwendolyn Brooks
Pin Share Tweet Telegram
Topics
poetry

More “Poetry” Quotes

love meget lost in mebut bewareside effects includea lot of shivering, babya lot of drinking, maybea lot of sinking, bab — Casey Renee Kiser, Darkness Plays Favorites
I want to sleep in the ovenbecause I just burn in the bed. — Casey Renee Kiser, Gutter Kisses and a Hug on Garbage Day
Oh, precious losing streak,you're too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood. — Casey Renee Kiser, Gutter Kisses and a Hug on Garbage Day
No Child of YoursI saw a child hide in the cornerSo I went and asked her nameShe was so naive and so petiteWith such a t — Teresa Cooper, Pin Down
I primarily use poetry as a purge, a self-medication device when I’m in the depths of loneliness, anxiety or in the thro — Nicholas Trandahl
It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile — Kellie Elmore, Jagged Little Pieces
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, wat — Ashly Lorenzana
While pensive poets painful vigils keep,Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep. — Alexander Pope, The Dunciad
Pain, too, comes from depths that cannot be revealed. We do not know whether those depths are in ourselves or elsewhere, — Tahar ben Jelloun, The Sand Child
The red washingdown the bathtubcan't change the color of the seaat all. — Derrick Brown
To those who have been accustomed to the difficulties and dangers of a sea-faring life, there are no lines which speak m — Frederick Marryat, The Pirate
Where were you when I undressed and told the tales of my day?Where were youwhenI was silent with God in prandial pray?Wh — Kamand Kojouri