Top 82 Joy Poetry Quotes
#1. Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
Kahlil Gibran
#2. Such is true joy's absolute certainty,
Its slow lit fuse that burns holes
In the shabby shroud of death forever.
Scott Hastie
#4. Childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.
John Piper
#5. The joy of poetry is that it will wait for you. Novels don't wait for you. Characters change. But poetry will wait. I think it's the greatest art.
Sonia Sanchez
#6. He started writing poetry again, but it didn't come as easily. It was hard now to get past the self-consciousness - the silliness, really - of being such a well-established adult applying himself, seriously, to such a youthful joy.
B.J. Novak
#7. Uncomplicated joy and sorrow is not matter for philosophy, but rather for the simpler kinds of poetry and music.
Bertrand Russell
#8. Ancient days of sorrow
ancient days of pain
-
heartaches of the past
slowly began to wane ...
(from gleaning granules)
Muse
#9. Today is such a lovely day,
my heart is dancing with joy.
My mind is flowing with time
and my soul is longing for your soul.
Debasish Mridha
#10. Poetry is in itself strength and joy, whether it be crowned by all mankind, or left alone in its own magic hermitage.
John Sterling
#11. Every pain, addiction, anguish, longing, depression, anger or fear
is an orphaned part of us
seeking joy,
some disowned shadow
wanting to return
to the light
and home
of ourselves.
Jacob Nordby
#12. Forgive me,
joy,
if I blasphemed you
before I learned to love.
Milan Rufus
#13. I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.
Judith Minty
#14. One of the springs of poetry is joy ...
May Sarton
#15. Poetry is as necessary to comprehension as science. It is as impossible to live without reverence as it is without joy.
Henry Beston
#16. One thing work gives
is the joy of not working,
a minute here or there
when I stand and only breathe,
receiving the good of the air.
It comes back. Good work done
comes back into the mind,
a free breath drawn.
Wendell Berry
#17. I sing and drink,
giving no thought to death;
with arms outspread
I fall upon the grass,
and if, in this wide world, I come to die,
then it's certain to be
from sheer joy that I live.
Yevgeny Yevtushenko
#18. Always carry what is beautiful in your heart.
Will Advise
#20. But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.
May Sarton
#21. A friend is a companion for the journey,
never a means to our own.
What we take we take together,
the joy we reap, we have sown.
Tom Althouse
#22. Oh, sweet cherry tree-
how lovely your blossoms are.
Spring brings joy to life.
A.K. White
#23. I see the life with your sight,
O" the love; you're my light.
Debasish Mridha
#24. Feel the kiss of ocean breeze,
Hear the song of dancing wave
Let your soul fly away with seagulls
To fill the heart with the joy of life.
Debasish Mridha
#25. If I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in your eyes then share with me your smile.
Santosh Kalwar
#26. My tears of joy
hear the raindrops crying,
as the rain never wants to pour
down on my cloudy days
when I make
our love-dreams
for the sun to dream
only for you ...
(From the poem "Only For You" By Munia Khan)
Munia Khan
#27. Only union with you gives joy.
The rest if tearing down one building to put up another.
Rumi
#28. I will not stop singing
the Muses who set me dancing.
Anne Carson
#29. Fear of joy is the darkest of captivities.
Phil Kaye
#30. Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Kahlil Gibran
#31. When everything goes right a mobile is a piece of poetry that dances with the joy of life and surprise!
Alexander Calder
#32. How I would paint happiness
Something hidden, a windfall,
A meteor shower. No-
A flowering tree releasing
all its blossoms at once,
and the one standing beneath it
unexpectedly robed in bloom ...
Lisel Mueller
#34. The Inner Self
... What makes us who we are
should be glorified
personified
and sung unto the stars!
Muse
#35. Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If writing a beautiful line of poetry fills a poet's heart with joy, imagine how that same poet's soul must take flight at the sight of swallows soaring through the evening sky!
Lynn Thomson
#36. So beautiful but so bountiful.
So delicate but so fresh.
So magical but so simple.
So much to say but yet so silent.
So loving and so pleasant.
Oh, flowers of charming love,
You are life's joy and present.
Debasish Mridha
#37. Poetry, at least the kind I write, is written out of immediate need; it is written out of pain, joy, and experience too great to be borne until it is ordered into words. And then it is written to be shared.
Madeleine L'Engle
#38. For every moment of suffering,
Others will arrive
That will instead pierce you with joy.
Scott Hastie
#39. We want it visible
to show
when even the most
visible joy
will reveal itself
only when we have
transformed it within.
there's nowhere, my love, the
world can exist
expect within.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#40. To enjoy the joy in life, always be drunk with love and poetry.
Debasish Mridha
#41. I urge you to be teachers so that you can join with children as the co-collaborators in a plot to build a little place of ecstasy and poetry and gentle joy
Jonathan Kozol
#42. We are ordinarily so indifferent to people that when we have invested one of them with the possibility of giving us joy, or suffering, it seems as if he must belong to some other universe, he is imbued with poetry.
Marcel Proust
#43. Oh the beauty of nature!
Oh the magical heart touching flower.
My heart wants to bloom like you
with love, joy, and laughter.
Debasish Mridha
#44. A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.
Brandi L. Bates
#45. Dance,' they told me, and I stood still,
and while I stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.
'Pray,' they said, and I laughed,
covering myself in the earth's brightnesses,
and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel,
and prayed like an orphan.
Wendell Berry
#46. Lollypop
... the passion contained merely kisses
placed upon lips, neck and cheek
these young lovers of the castle
of which our fairytale speaks ...
Muse
#47. There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.
Cate Tiernan
#48. There is little premium in poetry in a world that thinks of Pound and Whitman as a weight and a sampler, not an Ezra, a Walt, a thing of beauty, a joy forever.
Anna Quindlen
#49. It's been an adventure just getting out to Saturn, .. Saturn is such an alluring photographic target. It's a joy, really, to be able to take our images and composite them in an artful way, which is one of my cardinal working goals. It's about poetry and beauty and science all mixed together.
Carolyn Porco
#50. All's taken away: my love and my power.
The body, thrown into city it hates,
Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hour
The blood grows colder in my veins.
Anna Akhmatova
#51. To have been where you have been
And to still have joy,
Dazzling in your heart,
Now there's a thing to make the whole world smile.
Scott Hastie
#53. Love frees us of all pain, or of any restraint.
Once a circle that ever widens without end.
Various colors it shines in our lives to paint
Excelsis, glorious manifestation to befriend.
Ana Claudia Antunes
#54. On pristine parchment I draw with my skis calligraphic lines of joy, writing poems of movement.
Patricia Robin Woodruff
#55. I wish I was what I have been
And what I was could be
As when I roved in shadows green
And loved my willow tree
To gaze upon the starry sky
And higher fancies build
And make in solitary joy
Loves temple in the field
John Clare
#56. I will be glad to go. There is no poetry here. It is as I have always set forth: joy comes of its own free will; it cannot be belabored.
Jack Vance
#57. When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
George Gordon Byron
#58. Every new day
Our children's joy is as fresh as roses,
Even the birds chatter at dawn.
Scott Hastie
#59. You think it's a game?
Unintelligible? Ha!
Envision no spoons.
This is serious.
It is a matter of joy
versus emptiness.
Kristen Henderson
#60. Men yearn for poetry though they may not confess it; they desire that joy shall be graceful and sorrow august and infinity have a form.
E. M. Forster
#61. Life has sadness, joy, beauty, like poetry.
So be passionate and write a great story.
Debasish Mridha
#62. There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise, when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had wellnigh thought and said.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#63. Pray that the summer mornings are many when with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time
Constantinos P. Cavafis
#64. Tiny Giggles
Silly giggles of laughter
I store upon a shelf
I give some to other
I save some for myself
I am rich beyond all measure
Though not with worldly wealth
I store up these treasures
For my heart and soulful health.
Muse
#65. Streets paved with opal sadness,
Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,
And jazz.
Bob Kaufman
#66. Isn't it worth missing whatever joy / you might have dreamed, to wake in the night and find / you and your beloved are holding hands in your sleep?
Galway Kinnell
#67. I enjoy melancholic music and art. They take me to places I don't normally get to go.
Criss Jami
#68. Poetry cannot afford to lose its fundamentally self-delighting inventiveness, its joy in being a process of language as well as a representation of things in the world.
Seamus Heaney
#69. Lying in wait, set to pounce on the blank page,
are letters up to no good,
clutches of clauses so subordinate
they'll never let her get away.
From, The Joy of Writing, Wislawa Szymborska
Wislawa Szymborska
#70. Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,
imperial joy and sorrow of human existence,
the dreamed as well as the lived
what could be dearer than this, given the closeness of death?
Louise Gluck
#71. Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.
May Sarton
#72. how can i ever
breathe normally again
after having been cradled
by the kind of sorrow
so silent, that it nourishes
after having been swept
by the kind of joy
so absolute, that it wounds.
Sanober Khan
#74. But he who feels too much,
He soars in angels' tears of joy ...
Stephan Attia
#75. Life with all it yields of joy and woe,
And hope and fear,
Is just our chance o' the prize of learning love,
How love might be, hath been indeed, and is.
Robert Browning
#76. What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?
Mark Doty
#77. You obsess (but of course you obsess) until the joy is gone from that thing you'd loved, until your fury overwhelms your passion, until you no longer know how to sit with your back against a tree and write poetry that no one will ever see.
Beth Kephart
#78. Look for me
in sleepless nights,
among the stars,
I'll be your guiding star...
Look for me
in the moments of happiness,
on a green field,
I'll be your joy.
...
Zorica Savron
#79. That's the thing about love
It can take you up to the mountaintop and can drop you
And the impact will either kill you or make you a new person
Kehinde Sonola
#80. O, it's die we must, but it's live we can,
And the marvel of earth and sun
Is all for the joy of woman and man
And the longing that makes them one.
William Ernest Henley
#81. She cries,
I laugh,
She becomes numb,
I become filled with joy,
She slowly crumbles,
I feel on top of the world,
Yet somehow in the end,
Out of the ashes,
She rose like a Phoenix,
As if nothing had ever touched her
Tanzy Sayadi
#82. The true poetry of life: the poetry of the commonplace, of the ordinary man, of the plain, toil-worn woman, with their loves and their joys, their sorrows and their griefs.
William Osler
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