Top 100 Night Poetry Quotes
#1. We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!
Avijeet Das
#2. From the prose poem "The Universe Thrums on regardless" in my book SPAN.
We are almost nothing in the night. Reduced to warm blobs and the sound of breathing. There is comfort in that.
Jay Woodman
#3. Life without love
Is as night without day
Ilchi Lee
#4. 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
#6. Blessed is the covenant of love, the covenant of mercy, useless light behind the terror, deathless song in the house of night.
Leonard Cohen
#7. By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
If any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
William Allingham
#8. Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.
John Keats
#9. Because
you rubbed
my shoulder
last night
a poem
traveled down
my arm.
Alice Walker
#10. Poetry in the darkest realm of my mind, blossoms into creations late at night when it is only me of the human kind and my felines sleeping just out of my sight.
Lyn Crain
#11. Time goes by at the speed of life
Slower than a slow dance
on a hot summer night
Faster than the skin breaks
on the edge of a knife
And we just go on at the speed of life
Jude Cole
#12. I am angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating ice cream or kissing a boy ...
Laurie Halse Anderson
#13. when I finally begin to drift
into sleep
your memory is the...first
and the moonlight
the last, to kiss my face.
Sanober Khan
#14. 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
#15. 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
#16. All in all, I'd say,
the world is strangling.
And I, in my bed each night,
listen to my twenty shoes
converse about it.
And the moon,
under its dark hood,
falls out of the sky each night,
with its hungry red mouth
to suck at my scars.
Anne Sexton
#17. They don't know I only speak in runaway train stations
and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.
No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close
because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.
Katelin Wagner
#18. I am the eye that beholds ... And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky ... For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.
Solange Nicole
#19. Writing poetry is like an opiate. When you get hooked on a blank page in the notebook, that attracts you like fireflies in the night, and you just have to translate your thoughts into words.
I'm addicted to words.
Stjepan Varesevac Cobets
#20. Love's night and a lamp
Judged our vows:
That she would love me ever
And I should never leave her.
Love's night and you, lamp,
Witnessed the pact.
Today the vow runs:
"Oaths such as these, waterwords."
Tonight, lamp,
Witness her lying
- In other arms.
Meleager
#21. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains. - Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness,
I learn'd the language of another world.
George Gordon Byron
#22. When the rhythm and night ride, no heart can hide.
Steve Winwood
#23. In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
Aberjhani
#24. 'The Dante Club' was one of America's most important book clubs, as their Wednesday night meetings ultimately led to our country's first exposure to Dante's poetry on a wide scale.
Matthew Pearl
#25. 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
#26. Dark is the world's night without you my love,
Pablo Neruda
#27. savor
with me
the lushness
of a lingering sleep...
and last night's
dream.
Sanober Khan
#28. To translate a poem from thinking into English takes all night.
Grace Paley
#29. Ah, Sofia, darlin'! On my best days, I believe in Him with all my heart."
"And on your worst days?" she had asked that night.
"Even if it's only poetry, it's poetry to live by, Sofia
poetry to die for ...
Mary Doria Russell
#30. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping ... I hear it in the deep heart's core.
W.B.Yeats
#31. Nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ... We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.
George Sand
#32. Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting sound
where sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound
Munia Khan
#33. Is there a better method of departure by night
than this quiet bon voyage with an open book,
the sole companion who has come to see you off,
to wave you into the dark waters beyond language?
Billy Collins
#34. After a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.
Wallace Stevens
#35. Message
I heard a cry in the night,
A thousand miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
It was your voice I heard,
You waked and loved me so
I send you back this word,
I know, I know!
Sara Teasdale
#36. And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.
Garth Von Buchholz
#37. Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that's why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.
Pablo Neruda
#38. I don't like the word 'poetry,' and I don't like poetry readings, and I usually don't like poets. I would much prefer describing myself and what I do as: I'm kind of a curator, and I'm kind of a night-owl reporter.
Tom Waits
#39. Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Drew Myron
#40. And me, standing under the splintered night,
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.
Its voice cracks,
on your name.
My eyes close,
on your name.
Marlen Komar
#41. I am a man who did not enjoy poetry until I heard a woman recite it. And in that desert she dragged her university days into our minds to describe the stars. That night I fell in love with a voice.
Michael Ondaatje
#42. Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
Mahmoud Darwish
#43. The stars will live for me, if not anything else
Munia Khan
#44. I dream like a dew drop in the night
Then glitter in the morning sunlight
Then it evaporates to embrace the sky
Debasish Mridha
#45. It's miraculous how you are prose by day, and poetry by night.
Madhu
#46. Had I known, I would not have left you,
alone beneath those stars,
on the night when I last saw you,
not knowing it was the last.
Lang Leav
#47. The night has a thousand eyes and I'm a gypsy dancer still hungry for more.
Bob Miller
#48. And New York is the most beautiful city in the world? It is not far from it. No urban night is like the night there ... Squares after squares of flame, set up and cut into the aether. Here is our poetry, for we have pulled down the stars to our will.
Ezra Pound
#49. Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church ...
John Geddes
#50. I'm angry that I starved my brain and that I sat shivering in my bed at night instead of dancing or reading poetry or eating icecream or kissing a boy or maybe a girl ...
Laurie Halse Anderson
#51. She dreamed that night of chickweed, which was a strange thing to dream about. Chickweed is a low, weedy little plant, not very distinguished. No one writes poetry comparing their lovers to chickweed (or if they do, the poems are rarely well received).
T. Kingfisher
#52. No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars. Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
Erasmus Darwin
#53. Poetry is like standing on the edge of a lake on a moonlit night and the light of the moon is always pointing straight at you.
Billy Collins
#54. 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
#55. My girl was mad and I loved her. Upon a night, she read my poetry; and kissing me madly she cried, 'You are a genius, my love!' To which I replied, 'My girl,' whispering, 'Every doctor in this land with a prescription pad is more of a genius than I.
Roman Payne
#56. I left smiles on your wordless lips
The night roads- dismal and narrow,
dream's path remains shadowy wide
as our lone hearts felt that arrow
From the Poem 'My Tomorrow
Munia Khan
#57. Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.
Sanober Khan
#58. At night too, she puzzled the mystery of her desperate need of kindness. As other girls prayed for handsomeness in a lover, or for wealth, or for power, or for poetry, she had prayed fervently: let him be kind.
Anais Nin
#59. I believe the night I've never met
hides one elusive star I need
to divide me between darkness and light
Munia Khan
#60. One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.
Holly Black
#61. Calico Kitty
My calico kitty
was painted and primed
she could prowl
the night away ~
without spending a dime...
Muse
#62. When I try to achieve greatness, it spits on me the night before.
Monroe Ariel
#63. Loving you is kissing the night, exposing the scars, words in flames, for every drop and for every life.
Gwen Calvo
#64. Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
Billy Collins
#65. "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
#66. At Night
Love said, "Wake still and think of me,"
Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day,"
But Dreams came by and smilingly
Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.
Sara Teasdale
#67. To be nobody but
yourself in a world
which is doing its best day and night to make you like
everybody else means to fight the hardest battle
which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
E. E. Cummings
#68. And all the hurts and scars / Of everyday were healed, and I would sleep / Safe with the good-night memory of stars.
Jane Merchant
#69. Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,
Pablo Neruda
#70. In the beginning we were creating our music, ourselves, every night ... starting with a few outlines, maybe a few words for a song. Sometimes we worked out in Venice, looking at the surf. We were together a lot and it was good times for all of us. Acid, sun, friends, the ocean, and poetry and music.
Jim Morrison
#71. Later that night she picked the polish off
with her front teeth until the bed you shared
for seven years seemed speckled with glitter
and blood.
Warsan Shire
#72. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...
John Geddes
#73. Loneliness of heart
In the still of the night my heart doth cry out, who can hear it for time is far spent. In the darkness in the shadow of the depth I find isolation and fear ...
M.I. Ghostwriter
#74. On a summer night it can be lovely to sit around outside with friends after dinner and, yes, read poetry to each other. Keats and Yeats will never let you down, but it's differently exciting to read the work of poets who are still walking around out there.
Michael Cunningham
#75. And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.
A.B. Paterson
#76. As long as they let me just talk to the kids, about stuff like, I don't know, knife usage, field medicine for beginners. How to make the night sky your ally, with the Big Dipper a place to hang your hat, and Orion your friend to guide you home. That's what I would have wanted to hear, back then ...
Terry Pratchett
#77. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Sarah Williams
#78. This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
Walt Whitman
#79. the sapphire depth
of my own love...startles
and warms
and wounds my soul.
Sanober Khan
#80. Through the darkest hours of the night
and through the dreamers realm I seek,
Far beyond the starry sky
and beyond galaxies I am free.
Through the grimmest memories
and past a seasons air I cannot breathe,
Far beyond this mortal world
in an afterlife we shall meet.
Lee Argus
#81. The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Sylvia Plath
#82. Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight
Philippa Gregory
#83. My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light!
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#84. At eight, I made a commitment to poetry. Until then, I thought I'd be a policeman. But I went a whole night without sleeping, and the next day the world had changed. It needed a different language.
Alice Oswald
#85. What is Music? How do you define it? Music is a calm moonlit night, the rustle of leaves in Summer. Music is the far off peal of bells at dusk! Music comes straight from the heart and talks only to the heart: it is Love! Music is the Sister of Poetry and her Mother is sorrow!
Sergei Rachmaninoff
#86. concept: we whisper little kindnesses into the night, sending out love to no one in particular and everyone at once.
L.J. Buchanan
#87. Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world is
salt water and dark clouds, the world
is grinding and sighing all night, and dawn
comes slowly, and changes nothing.
Philip Levine
#89. You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.
Monroe Ariel
#90. Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
Dejan Stojanovic
#91. Under the Sun of the night. The Sun in winter is addictive. And at night like it is. To be in the forest and wait for a rain of sighs.
Gwen Calvo
#92. Some have won a wild delight,
By daring wilder sorrow;
Could I gain thy love to-night,
I'd hazard death to-morrow.
Charlotte Bronte
#93. He feeds upon her face by day and night,
And she with true kind eyes looks back on him,
Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:
Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;
Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;
Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.
Christina Rossetti
#94. Can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs ...
Brandi L. Bates
#95. Poetry in the dark of the night you are my torch.
Poetry makes you believe in the freedom in your own home.
Poetry causes the increase of the human race.
Poetry ennobles the spirit of man.
Poetry is like a noble fragrance that caresses your soul.
Poetry is the royal essence of beauty.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#96. The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Emily Dickinson
#97. I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky
Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?
Munia Khan
#98. 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
#99. By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
Pablo Neruda
#100. Will the day tell its secret
Before it disappears,
Becomes timeless night.
Dejan Stojanovic
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