Top 100 Light Poetry Quotes
#1. I am from the Mediterranean area, I have to feel everything. I am a physical person, but I guess that things that you cannot touch and cannot see are also touchable and visible - light, poetry, music.
Jaume Plensa
#2. One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about
May Sarton
#3. concept: as i sleep, a star falls out of the sky. it makes its way down to me. it slips through my open window, floats into my chest and spreads its light throughout my body. it heals me
L.J. Buchanan
#5. In dividing the light, things are seen. And we notice ourselves.
John Allison
#6. Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.
Dejan Stojanovic
#7. 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
#8. I try to feel my own edges in the
low light. I send my mind to the
outer edges of me - where do I end?
I send myself to my innermost edges,
and I see that in both directions
I am infinite.
Jessica Bates
#9. A mystical symphony permeates my senses and a holy lullaby embraces me.
Earthschool Harmony
#10. Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n,
and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light
Omar Khayyam
#11. Starlight beats when heart twinkles
Youthful sky beyond cloudy wrinkles
Muse of glory to flame the night
Verse inscribed as written light
Munia Khan
#12. What I know is nothing but that we are a spring path of autumn light carved into a river of ancient singing.
Heather K. O'Hara
#13. Every song
is the remains
of love.
Every light
the remains
of time.
A knot
of time.
And every sigh
the remains
of a cry.
- Every Song
Federico Garcia Lorca
#14. We are the Rainbow Generation,
the Light split into color due to the physicality of observation;
the One harmonious sound being distorted through differing notes...
Grace Gabriella Puskas
#15. Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
Leonard Cohen
#16. We weep,
tears of blood,
we weep,
In despair, crying,
we weep;
the sun forever has stolen
the light from his eyes.
No more his face do we see,
no more his voice do we hear,
nor will his affectionate gaze
watch over his people.
Jane Bierhorst
#18. Some wrong eternity that wouldn't budge, like trying to move a wardrobe or a safe, only to feel how light I was.
Deborah Digges
#19. Ah! poetry makes life what light and music do the stage - strip the one of the false embellishments, and the other of its illusions, and what is there real in either to live or care for?
Charles Dickens
#20. I am lost in my world,
invisible - unknown.
Moon please lend me
your light that someone
will me see me.
Susie Clevenger
#21. You're afraid of the audience, aren't you?"
"Yes, but it's not stagefright. It's that I'm there as the geek. They like to watch me eat my shit. But it pays the light bill and takes me to the racetrack. I don't have any excuses about why I do it.
Charles Bukowski
#23. 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
#24. The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.
Jasper Fforde
#25. SELF
BENEATH THE SURFACE,
VEILED ON PURPOSE,
ALL KNOWING AND GRAND,
DIRECTED, GUIDED, BY THE ETERNAL HAND,
SUSTAINED, FULFILLED, FULL OF LIGHT,
REALIZATION ACHIEVED, BY WILLFUL MIGHT.
Charles Edward
#26. At school, I was never given a sense that poetry was something flowery or light. It's a complex and controlled way of using language. Rhythms and the music of it are very important. But the difficulty is that poetry makes some kind of claim of honesty.
Tobias Hill
#28. As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#29. The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.
Dejan Stojanovic
#30. a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.
Sanober Khan
#31. And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.
Garth Von Buchholz
#32. Is this where the light faded out forever?
Where the cat was finally killed by caught tongue?
Where hand no longer wandered over curious texture?
Where words no longer moved past lips but died in a quiver?
Mellon Black
#33. a generation:
the black night gave me black eyes
still I use them to seek the light
Gu Cheng
#34. Have trembled beneath the pressure of a light beam.
Jay Woodman
#35. Ah, Lalage! while life is ours,
Hoard not thy beauty rose and white,
But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers
That deck our little path of light:
For all too soon we twain shall tread
The bitter pastures of the dead:
Estranged, sad spectres of the night.
Ernest Dowson
#36. River that must turn full after I stop dying
Song, my song, raise grief to music
Light as my loves' thought, the few sick
So sick of wrangling: thus weeping,
Sounds of light, stay in her keeping
And my son's face - this much for honor.
Louis Zukofsky
#37. The truth is the object of our lust
But the light is still so very dim ...
Andrea Barbosa
#38. So we found the end of our journey.
So we stood, alive in the river of light,
Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.
Ted Hughes
#39. 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
#40. With a sugared tongue I whispered goodnight,
Kissed your eyelids, and set thoughts to light.
Selina A. Mahmood
#41. 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
#42. How Poetry Comes to Me
It comes blundering over the
Boulders at night, it stays
Frightened outside the
Range of my campfire
I go to meet it at the
Edge of the light
Gary Snyder
#43. i feel everything.
i do not know how to un-feel
and to not feel
is to stop the sun.
AVA.
#44. 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
#45. 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
#46. 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
#47. From love's plectrum arises
the song of the string of life
Love is the light of life
love is the fire of life
Muhammad Iqbal
#48. The golden light of metaphor, which is the intelligence of poetry, was implicit in alchemical study. To change, magically, one substance into another, more valuable one is the ancient function of metaphor, as it was of alchemy.
Patricia Hampl
#49. If a dream affords the dreamer some light on himself, it is not the person with closed eyes who makes the discovery but the person with open eyes lucid enough to fit thoughts together. Dream-a scintillating mirage surrounded by shadows-is essentially poetry.
Michel Leiris
#50. The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#51. The poem is not a thing we see; it is, rather, a light by which we may see.
Robert Penn Warren
#52. You want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow? ...
John Geddes
#54. And then,
There was a love
Shining so bright,
That even the darkest part
Of our hearts
Felt the warmth
Bryonie Wise
#55. The music of revelation announces itself to the reader in somber brooding tones or in melodies light as air and one is invited to dance with the most captivating of partners: poetry.
Aberjhani
#56. Crystal ball and candle light, I want your dance tonight. Show me the power of love as we stand together in the middle of the night.
Santosh Kalwar
#57. I don't analyze beautiful. I sit in its presence and love the wholeness of it--the sweet and sad and raw and bright together.
Poetry is that, the weaving of light-shadow. Making words from the unwordable.
Jacob Nordby
#58. We have the words in our pockets,
obscure directions. The old ones
have taken away the light of their presence ...
Denise Levertov
#59. There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.
Hamlin Garland
#60. I asked of the limitless sunshine
How to shine with the dawn's glowing light;
No answer came back from the sunshine,
But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!
K. Balmont
#62. All I can do is turn a phrase until it catches the light.
Clive James
#63. Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface, yet I'm already under
and living within the ocean.
Rumi
#64. Let me live my final days whole.
Let my memory remain that I might know love's face.
Life don't unwrap me to be fed to scavengers.
I want to escape into light - not exist in darkness.
Susie Clevenger
#65. I danced with my shadows until they became part of my light.
Jodi Livon
#66. I believe the night I've never met
hides one elusive star I need
to divide me between darkness and light
Munia Khan
#67. The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#68. If you cannot be a sun that illuminates the light, be a moon that never tires of reflecting the light.
Subhan Zein
#69. holding
the evening
tremblingly close
to me
i weep
into
the sun
letting
the burden
of hope
lift off my chest
i realize
this is what
it means
to be free.
Sanober Khan
#70. I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, "Mamma, can I open the light?" She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art. It was a sort of metaphor, but she was not using it as ornamentation.
Ezra Pound
#71. The drama embraces and applies all the beauties and decorations of poetry. The sister arts attend and adorn it. Painting, architecture, and music are her handmaids. The costliest lights of a people's intellect burn at her show. All ages welcome her.
Robert Aris Willmott
#73. Smile is your make up,angelic face
You light up the entire place
Patrick Cruz
#74. You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light.
Kristina Haynes
#75. How light the raindrop's contents are;
how gently the world touches me.
From View With a Grain of Sand
Wislawa Szymborska
#76. Our friends through cables and computer screens are as real as the light and sound waves we alter through thought.
Belinda Subraman
#77. Celebrate one soul, touch one heart, light one lamp; and the whole universe moves.
Heather K. O'Hara
#78. 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
#79. Oh, what is brighter than the light?
What is darker than the night?
What is keener than an axe?
What is softer than melting wax?
Truth is brighter than the light,
Falsehood darker than the night.
Revenge is keener than an axe,
And love is softer than melting wax.
Cassandra Clare
#81. The flame that is naturally clear always gives the most light and heat. If I could blend my talent for poetry and music into one, the light would burn still clearer, and I might go far.
Robert Schumann
#82. i see poets riding the red winds unchecked by the borders of time, wandering with light feet over the land mines and trip wires, barbed and barbarian, unfettered through the barriers that curtail the flows of life, poets pelting the halting barriers which strangle everyone everywhere.
Peter Standish Evans
#83. With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light.
Aberjhani
#84. 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
#85. Beneath her thinnest skin and light, a fuse leads way to dynamite.
Mie Hansson
#86. poetry. i am not writing it.
(make way for me please)
it is my skin. dripping with light.
Sanober Khan
#87. Poetry is the thread that leads us out of the labyrinth of despair and into the light.
Gregory Orr
#88. Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.
Carl Sandburg
#89. Poetry [is] more necessary than ever as a fire to light our tongues.
Naomi Shihab Nye
#90. Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake- its everything except what it is! (Act 1, scene 1)
William Shakespeare
#91. We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.
Sanober Khan
#92. Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time.
Virginia Woolf
#93. Where music thundered let the mind be still,
Where the will triumphed let there be no will,
What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.
May Sarton
#94. Night never needs a shade
but it requires to fade
into the grin of twinkling stars
where light is just a glint of scars
Munia Khan
#95. Memory, when it juts, retreats, recovers, shows us how to hold the darkness, how to breathe.
Drew Myron
#96. 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
#97. These poems are a mental sketch as formed / Passage by passage of light and shade / Maintained and preserved to this point / Brought together in paper and mineral ink
Kenji Miyazawa
#98. Sometimes it is good and sometimes
it is dangerous like the ignorance
of particulars, but our words are clear
and our movements give off light.
Robert Hass
#99. I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
John Clare
#100. Poetry's medium is not merely light as air, it is air: vital and deep as ordinary breath.
Robert Pinsky
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