I suppose I passed it a hundred times, But I always stop for a minute. And look at the house, the tragic house, The house with nobody in it.

- Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that lo…

- Joyce Kilmer

They say that life is a highway and its milestones are the years,And now and then there's a toll-gate where you buy your way with tears.It's a rough …

- Joyce Kilmer

The only reason a road is good as every wanderer knows / Is just because of the homes, the homes, the homes to which one goes

- Joyce Kilmer

The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.

- Joyce Kilmer

There is no place in which to hide when Age comes seeking for his bride.

- Joyce Kilmer

The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings.

- Joyce Kilmer

Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree

- Joyce Kilmer

It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun And pull out a spark of immortal flame to warm the hearts of men: But Prometheu…

- Joyce Kilmer