Top 71 Morning Poetry Quotes
#1. The Vedas say, "All intelligences awake with the morning." Poetry and art, and the fairest and most memorable of the actions of men, date from such an hour. All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise.
Henry David Thoreau
#2. Every particle of dust on a patch of earth
Was a sun-cheek or brow of the morning star;
Shake the dust off your sleeve carefully
That too was a delicate, fair face.
Omar Khayyam
#3. The resurrection of the morning.
The mystery of the night.
The hummingbird's wings.
The excitement of thunder.
The rainbow in the waterfall.
Wild mustard, that rough blaze of the fields.
Mary Oliver
#4. And perhaps, I'm a Tuesday night and you're a Wednesday morning the way we'll never even notice how we blend into each other.
Danabelle Gutierrez
#5. In sober mornings do not thou rehearse
The holy incantation of a verse
Robert Herrick
#6. One day, when tenderness has become the single rule of the morning,/ I will wake in your arms. perhaps your skin will be overly gorgeous./ and the light will include the impossible understanding of love.
Jose Luis Peixoto
#7. ...
You are here again,
so realistic,
just, the golden dawn
takes you away
in the morning...
Be here now,
not there,
where there is nothing
but stars
and emptiness...
...
Zorica Savron
#8. The next morning I had Twentieth-Century American Poetry at MCC. This old woman gave a lecture wherein she managed to talk for ninety minutes about Sylvia Plath without ever once quoting a single word of Sylvia Plath.
John Green
#9. Within this raindrop there must be a heart- a heart that weeps the pain of longing. I have her in my palm where the silvery rays of the morn reflect the beauty of the whole cosmos and I kiss her with all my yearning!
Preeth Nambiar
#12. each morning we're born again
of yesterday nothing remains
what's left began today
Anselm Hollo
#13. To feel keenly the poetry of a morning's roses, one has to have just escaped from the claws of this vulture which we call sickness.
Henri Frederic Amiel
#14. For every poet it is always morning in the world; history a forgotten, insomniac night. The fate of poetry is to fall in love with the world in spite of history.
Derek Walcott
#15. Also, it was the morning and it seemed a little odd to be thinking about poetry before luncheon.
Barbara Pym
#16. Decade
When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.
Amy Lowell
#17. Not everybody reads poetry or listens to music, but every single person in the world gets up in the morning and puts on something, and whether you like it or not, that's a statement about who you are.
Dana Thomas
#18. I feel like the secretary to the morning whose only/
responsibility is to take down its bright, airy dictation/
until it's time to go to lunch with the other girls,/
all of us ordering the cottage cheese with half a pear.
Billy Collins
#19. And hence the poet must seek to be essentially anonymous,
He must die a little death each morning,
He must swallow his toad and study his vomit
as Baudelaire studied la charogne of Jeanne Duval.
Delmore Schwartz
#20. This morning could have been perfect. The cruel truth is they have never been. Give us loneliness or give us death.
Sean Gabler
#21. I love the smell of coffee when I wake up in the morning. It gives me the awesome feeling of hope!
Avijeet Das
#22. And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.
Garth Von Buchholz
#24. Autumn
The passion
Is still flourishing in the branches
Yellow funny and daring red
The sun warms even in the days
Where the fog
Stubbornly in the morning
From a distance
A woodpecker knocks
Impermanence
Is the enemy of beauty
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#25. Insomnia
I wonder
If those talks matter
Few done in the clarity of day
Or the many
Done at 3 a.m. in the morning
Irum Zahra
#26. Experience has taught me, when I am shaving of a morning, to keep watch over my thoughts, because, if a line of poetry strays into my memory, my skin bristles so that the razor ceases to act.
A.E. Housman
#28. Morning, noon & bloody night,
Seven sodding days a week,
I slave at filthy WORK, that might
Be done by any book-drunk freak.
This goes on until I kick the bucket.
FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT FUCK IT
Philip Larkin
#29. I dream like a dew drop in the night
Then glitter in the morning sunlight
Then it evaporates to embrace the sky
Debasish Mridha
#30. Programming is not easy like Sunday morning, it is silent poetry.
Waseem Latif
#31. 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
#32. In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.
Margaret Atwood
#34. I read usually in the morning, in my kitchen at breakfast - a short reading time, usually poetry. I read in bed every night. I usually get in bed pretty early with a book, and I read until I can't prop my eyes open anymore - sometimes rather late.
Sue Monk Kidd
#35. some poems froth
and foam and rise...
out of my morning cup of
mist-sweetened coffee.
Sanober Khan
#36. Life is perhaps lighting up a cigarette
in the narcotic repose between two love-makings
or the absent gaze of a passerby
who takes off his hat to another passerby
with a meaningless smile and a good morning
Forough Farrokhzad
#37. But for their cries,
The herons would be lost
Amidst the morning snow.
Chiyo Ni
#38. A trip to the market in the morning to buy bread, an afternoon spent reading in a cafe - nothing was routine; a strange place helped you find the poetry in everyday life.
Brian Morton
#39. Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
'Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy
Christina Rossetti
#40. Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. And goes beyond, really, any early morning talk about it.
Raymond Carver
#41. All writers know that on some golden mornings they are touched by the wand; they are on intimate terms with poetry and cosmic truth. I have experienced these moments myself. Their lesson is simple: It's a total illusion. And the danger in the illusion is that you will wait for those moments.
John Kenneth Galbraith
#42. I envy
the cup of coffee
that gets
to kiss
your sleepy lips
awake
every cold and
bitter morning.
Sade Andria Zabala
#43. concept: me, wandering through the morning fog of a flowery hillside. the world is still and silent and calm
L.J. Buchanan
#44. The heart's optimism always
conquers reality
J.S. Watts
#45. Every morning
before the birds start
trilling me their stories,
I give birth to a new love
through my same old heart
when a lake's placidity
finds life in the swans breath
Only for you...
From the poem 'Only For You
Munia Khan
#46. As Henry Moore carved
or modelled his sculpture every day,
he strove to surpass Donatello
4. and failed, but woke the next morning
elated for another try.
Donald Hall
#47. Careful the morning lest it wake from slumber the city half-encumbered by the morning mist ...
John Geddes
#48. "Who Remembers the Armenians?"
I remember them
and I ride the nightmare bus with them
each night
and my coffee, this morning
I'm drinking it with them
You, murderer -
Who remembers you?
Najwan Darwish
#49. there have been mornings
so quiet and tender
like a poem, on Thursday's lips
that I wondered
if I'd been kissed at all...
Sanober Khan
#50. My mind is heaven
My eyes are the sun and the moon
My awareness shines like the morning star.
Ilchi Lee
#51. Life. This morning the sun made me adore it. It had, behind the dripping pine trees, the oriental brightness, orange and crimson, of a living being, a rose and an apple, in the physical and ideal fusion of a true and daily paradise.
Juan Ramon Jimenez
#52. A man awakes every morning
and instead of reading the newspaper
reads Act V of Othello.
He sips his coffee and is content
that this is the news he needs
as his wife looks on helplessly.
B.J. Ward
#53. At morning, I'm unruffled - I'll sit with my tea and Muse Cat beside me and listen to the soft chime of the grandfather clock ...
John Geddes
#54. At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,
You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,
And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.
Rudyard Kipling
#55. But this music. This music has limbs that can hold me into morning.
Aimee Herman
#56. I like the posture, but not the yoga.
I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.
Roman Payne
#57. I photograph you every morning
In a cruel attempt to capture
A formal souvenir of what I love
Susan Rich
#58. kisses happen
when my morning
blueberry muffin
sails slowly
upon my savoring tongue.
Sanober Khan
#59. I Go Down To The Shore
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
Mary Oliver
#60. O May my Song arise like Morning day,
And bid me look upon the break of light.
Timothy Salter
#61. By and large I think art is made by people who have discipline married to talent in sufficiently large amounts to work even if they don't feel like it. Anybody can get maudlin and decide to write poetry at 11 at night; the question is, can you do it at 8:30 on a Monday morning..?
Clive Barker
#62. Each morning the winds of the city moan and weep with lost souls clinging to hope of reliving the memories of yesterday.
Jason E. Hodges
#63. Fall in love
with the energy
of the mornings
trace your fingers
along the lull
of the afternoons
take the spirit
of the evenings
in your arms
kiss it deeply
and then
make love
to the tranquility
of the nights.
Sanober Khan
#64. The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth,
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity
Emily Dickinson
#65. Come closer, my dears, let me give you a warning,
Of the fate that befalls those who stay out past morning,
In the darkest hours before the dawn,
When witches roam and demons spawn,
And children die with spirit gone,
Magicked away in the gloaming.
Nenia Campbell
#66. i'm glad to be alive
in a world where
his gently awakening eyes
nourish the morning sun.
Sanober Khan
#67. You have survived so much
that no one remembers.
And you still spread warm
rain on all your overgrown
lots. And you still get dressed
in the morning. You still
open wide for the sun.
Jacqui Germain
#68. Waking At Night
The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.
Jack Gilbert
#69. He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he'd come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can't be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.
Charlotte Eriksson
#70. Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.
Carl Sandburg
#71. Honor Lost
Ambulant sunshine pierced
the soot covered glass ~
the feeble man wandered by
in this ritual morning pass ...
Muse
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