Light Poem Quotes

#1. My arrival
Her womb's delight
Her existence
My living light
Her wounds
My scars
Her skies
My stars
Her days
My hours
Her strength
My powers
I breathe my name
Being her child
Without mother
Life's beguiled
From the poem 'Mother

Munia Khan

#2. The Poets light but Lamps-
Themselves-go out-

Emily Dickinson

#3. The world of light and starry grace;
within your mind I live to trace.
Your thought's speed in thunder's glory,
lightening my being with dream's story.
I embrace the tree carrying your name
Your unspoken wish : the heart of fame.

Munia Khan

#4. Blinking, twinkling, burning bright
Are all the stars that light the night.
Dippers, Ursa's and Orion too,
But don't forget the star in you.

Paul The Astronaut

#5. I chase the wind and get lost in the clouds. I'm sweep into darkness in my search for the light.

Sherman Kennon

#6. How many people came and stayed a certain time,
Uttered light or dark speech that became part of you
Like light behind windblown fog and sand
Filtered and influenced by it, until no part
Remains that is surely you.

John Ashbery

#7. Said the man to the sun, "How I wish you could shine your light on every day of my life!"
Said the sun to the man, "But only with the rain and the night could you recognize my light."
---Domaccan poem, translated by Chevalle

Marie Lu

#8. I see a bright
portion
under the overhead light
that shades into
darkness
and then into darker
darkness
and I can't see beyond that.

Charles Bukowski

#9. It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.

Billy Collins

#10. The poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see.

Robert Penn Warren

#11. She has craters
but only a fool can deny her beauty.
She silently stare sun whole night
& reflects his light
his love with stars at times.

Lokesh Fouzdar

#12. Lead me, guide me to the light of your paper. Keep me in your arc of acuity. And when the ream is spent. Write a poem on my back. I'll never wash it off.

C.D. Wright

#13. The horses have stopped
their clippity-clop,
but feet are too slow
for where I must go.
So here I shall stay
until light of day
when clippity-clop
gets my team underway.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#14. The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breast
it can illuminate the nights.
With the glow of an apple it fills two bodies with light
and with a gardenia's breath it can revive a homeland!

Mahmoud Darwish

#15. Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook

Nizar Qabbani

#16. Workers need poetry more than bread. They need that their life should be a poem. They need some light from eternity. Religion alone can be the source of such poetry.

Simone Weil

#17. hough we travel the whole over to find the perfect match,we must carry it with us a light or it's playing hard to catch.

Ana Claudia Antunes

#18. In the shining hours of togetherness
Light of the morning on your eyes
Bridge to immortality sang a bird of paradise
Peaceful we laughed on the banks
Where breathed freedom in the eternal river

Kristian Goldmund Aumann

#19. It is time I came back to my real life
After this voyage to an island with no name,
Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

May Sarton

#20. The star that I was wishing
the light that I was kissing
sitting back and reminiscing
that night, it was missing.

Lokesh Fouzdar

#21. The light poured through the windows upon his photographs and the poem of us sitting together a last time. Robert dying: creating silence. Myself, destined to live, listening closely to a silence that would take a lifetime to express.

Patti Smith

#22. Moon is a superstar to a neon light
Both are in doubt of their lifeless plight
One envies the sun, the other one's scared
But to face the dark they're always prepared

Munia Khan

#23. The closer you get to death, the more alive you feel. Dylan Thomas wrote, Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. My dad always taught me to live like that. Dad wrote a poem too. It goes, Dune buggies. Woohoo!

Christopher Titus

#24. The truth is the object of our lust
But the light is still so very dim ...

Andrea Barbosa

#25. Have trembled beneath the pressure of a light beam.

Jay Woodman

#26. The dividing line forms-fashioned from:
Dragon's tears
Missed years
Overcome fears
The fire and ice paradox
Seen with True Sight
Darkness does not always equate to evil
Light does not always bring good

P.C. Cast

#27. a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.

Sanober Khan

#28. I see the life with your sight,
O" the love; you're my light.

Debasish Mridha

#29. Cannery Row in Monterey in California is a poem, a stink, a grating noise, a quality of light, a tone, a habit, a nostalgia, a dream.

John Steinbeck

#30. In the forestlichen writhes and assembles itself into signs to light my path through the deep dark north shadow; and I emerge at last onto a hillside strewn with logogrammatic stones, and scramble away from spruce tops." in the poem "Beyond the Beacon" from Terra Affirmative.

Jay Woodman

#31. How can the poem and the stink and the grating noise - the quality of light, the tone, the habit and the dream - be set down alive?

John Steinbeck

#32. When love is sweet, the sweetness means its light
And light may keep the truth, when love is pure.
But love is bitter, when it turns to fight.
Lovers in a fight are quite immature.'
From the poem 'A Note on Existentialist Love

Marieta Maglas

#33. We need each other yet, we bleed each other of the very life we are all drowning in with one another...

The1Essence

#34. Readers have to be sought out and won to the light of the page, poem by poem, one by one by one.

C.D. Wright

#35. Fire burns blue and hot.
Its fair light blinds me not.
Smell of smoke is satisfying, tastes nourishing to my tongue.
I think fire ageless, never old, and yet no longer young.
Morning coals are cool: daylight leaves me blind.
I love the fire most because of what it leaves behind.

Penny Reid

#36. Yes; the poem goes something like this: 'Bamboo without mind, yet sends thoughts soaring among clouds. Standing on the lone mountain, quiet, dignified, it typifies the will of a gentleman.
Painted and written with light heart, Wu Chen.'
Sunday, May 31, 1992

Audrey Niffenegger

#37. Cherish the beauty and cherish the pain, both will give you experience and you will never be the same

Nikki Rowe

#38. A pumpkin lives but once a year
when someone sets its soul afire
and on that night it stirs up fear
until its flame is snuffed.
But e'en one night of eerie light is fright enough.

Richelle E. Goodrich

#39. Forever my light shines on you brightly;
Love from above, I will send to you nightly.

Jessica M. Collette

#40. Neruda poem that talked about 'the light of hidden flowers.' It's easy to believe in people when they have it all together on the outside. It's way cooler to believe in them when what they have is still a little buried.

Jennifer Handford

#41. And then,
There was a love
Shining so bright,
That even the darkest part
Of our hearts
Felt the warmth

Bryonie Wise

#42. He didn't much like reading novels - he preferred history or philosophy - or poetry, although he could read only a little poetry at a time, because when a poem "spoke to him" it was as if a brilliant, agonizing light had been turned upon some tiny, private cell of his soul.

Claire Messud

#43. Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
Poem on His Birthday

Dylan Thomas

#44. Latin is a dead tongue
And Romans made songs!
Then no one disagree:
It delighted them in theory
Now it's "the Latin" in me.

Ana Claudia Antunes

#45. Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.

Drew Myron

#46. Let craft, ambition, spite,
Be quenched in Reason's night,
Till weakness turn to might,
Till what is dark be light,
Till what is wrong be right!

Lewis Carroll

#47. Elizabeth Bachinsky, Darren Bifford, Jason Camelot, Rachel Cyr, Tara Flanagan, Lilly Fiorentino, John Goldbach, David McGimpsey, Evan Munday, Sachiko Murakami, Ian Orti, Marisa Grizenko, Christina Palassio, Mike Spry, Darren Wershler.

Jon Paul Fiorentino

#48. To read a poem
Is to see light where there is darkness
Is to hear silence where there is noise
Is to dance where there is no music
Is to sing where the only instrument is words
And the stirring, impassioned pauses

A.A. Patawaran

#49. Am learning every day that there are more threads to me
That I have been rising and changing, rediscovering who I am
becoming who I want to be
putting the broken pieces back together and becoming an arrow
continuing to rise into the light.

Honey Badger

#50. I have seen too many men wilt and go silly under a little light, and then they continue to write and get published, turning out pure crap under a name that has become a bad habit. The next poem is all that counts. You can't stand on past poems.

Charles Bukowski

#51. A poem is a construction of inner space.
Language is to inner space as light is to material space.

Sven Birkerts

#52. For me, a picture should be like sparks. It must dazzle like the beauty of a woman or a poem. It must have radiance; it must be like those stones which Pyrenean shepherds use to light their pipes.

Joan Miro

#53. The longer a life, the challenge is not the distance between destinations, but the difficulty of travelling light. My soul's a portmanteau packed full, one half filled with what was, the other with what is, what should be.

Jamie A. Hughes

#54. She sat on the end of Blue's bed, looking as soft as a poem in the dim light.

Maggie Stiefvater

#55. The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.

Robert Penn Warren

#56. I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

Robert Frost