Top 100 Poetry Day Quotes
#1. Happy World Poetry Day: 'The American identity has never been a singular one and the voices of poets invariably sing, in addition to their own, the voices of those around them.
Aberjhani
#2. I actually remember celebrating National Poetry Day at school; I remember having to write and read a load.
Tinie Tempah
#3. I'm not sure about prizes. I don't know how far you can seriously raise public consciousness about poetry. Having a 'National Poetry Day,' like a 'No Smoking Day,' is just shelving the problem. Things which should by rights be every day are not best served by these things.
John Fuller
#5. We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night ...
Andrea Gibson
#6. May the energy of the day always call for celebration. Barbara Botch
Barbara Botch
#7. Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.
and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day
Virgil
#8. I find it incredibly amazing how at every sunset, the sky is a different shade. No cloud is ever in the same place. Each day is a new masterpiece. A new wonder. A new memory.
Sanober Khan
#9. i am so crammed
full of fears
that if you were
to touch me
i might either
fly
or break.
Sanober Khan
#10. The garden was full of sorrow
Songbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhyme
Clouds caused to appear and cast down darkness
For this was the first day the sun didn't shine
John E. Wordslinger
#11. I will meet you on the nape of your neck one day, on the surface of intention, word becoming act.
We will breathe into each other the high mountain tales, where the snows come from, where the waters begin.
-In the yellow time of pollen
Luke Davies
#12. Even though I am the daughter of a poet, and my stepmother is also a poet, growing up, I didn't think I could understand poetry; I didn't think that it had any relevance to my life, the feelings that I endured on a day-to-day basis, until I was introduced to the right poem.
Natasha Trethewey
#13. Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I've ever loved ...
how the moon gets jealous at how you mock her crescent figure with the shape of your mouth ...
echo of unborn galaxies bounce forth through your vocal chords ...
Brandi L. Bates
#14. From morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, a summer's day; and with the setting sun dropped from the zenith like a falling star.
John Milton
#15. Who can know anybody?' said the bookshop owner. 'Every person is like thousands of books. New, reprinting, in stock, out of stock, fiction, non-fiction, poetry, rubbish. The lot. Different every day. One's lucky to be able to put his hand on the one that's wanted, let alone know it.
Russell Hoban
#16. Poetry might be more about the eternal verities, the essence of the human soul, and - although it's reductive to say so - fiction has perhaps been more about the differences between the unconstrained world of the imagination and the realities you run into, day-to-day, when you're riding your donkey.
Chad Harbach
#17. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#18. Oh, it's a beautiful day, it's an elegant, graceful day, and I'm sailing down the Strip in glamorous Las Vegas, on my motor scooter, in company with a certified illegal prostitute who loves poetry and remembers it. Sonofabitch, I'm a real writer! I used to worry about it, but no more. Life is good.
Peter S. Beagle
#19. In Poetry class, Professor Sappho teaches us how to compose love ballads. She's a swell teacher and all but I'm not sure I understand her. She's always going on and on about her weekend trips with the other goddesses to the island of Lesbos.
Tai
#20. If I could have one friend,
just one in all the world,
I know that I would not seek out
a boy or pretty girl.
The friend I'd dare to choose
to stand by me each day
would be a dragon fierce enough
to scare the world away.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#21. And then
we no longer distinguish far nor near
They sleep
dream
gather branches
for this fire
the cloud brews
against the powerless day -
Long line of fugitives
beneath the snow
Deborah Heissler
#22. One day I will laugh and no loneliness will fall out.
Te' V. Smith
#23. I like to chant a couple of lines of poetry into the ozone layer every day or so, another caller says.
Carol Shields
#24. If you don't mark your successes, the day your ship comes in could be just another day at the office, and there's no poetry in that.
Glen Hansard
#25. The irony is, going to work every day became the subject of probably my best poetry.
Philip Levine
#26. I spent the rest of that day brainstorming. How do you catch a very old, very alert tiger by surprise? Use his weaknesses: food, feminine wiles, poetry, and over-protectiveness. The poor guy didn't stand a chance.
Colleen Houck
#27. Read something of interest every day - something of interest to you, not to your teacher or your best friend or your minister/rabbi/priest. Comics count. So does poetry. So do editorials in your school newspaper. Or a biography of a rock star. Or an instructional manual. Or the Bible.
Jane Yolen
#28. A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#29. Lay a golden egg.
After you built a nest,
You wait for a leg.
And you land next.
Now you hope and pray.
Expect for the best.
Go on with no delay.
Get it right at last.
Ana Claudia Antunes
#30. One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#31. This dream the world is having about itself
includes a trace on the plains of the Oregon trail,
a groove in the grass my father showed us all
one day while meadowlarks were trying to tell
something better about to happen.
William Stafford
#32. 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
#33. I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it.
Santosh Kalwar
#34. 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
#35. That day, that day when I can gaze at the sea
both of us calm
and I, trusting, having poured my whole heart into my Life Work ... when death
black waves!
no longer courts me and I can smile, constantly, at everything because, my bones, there will be so little of myself left to give it.
Juan Ramon Jimenez
#36. Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'
One grand boulevard with trees
with one grand cafe in sun
with strong black coffee in very small cups.
One not necessarily very beautiful
man or woman who loves you.
One fine day.
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
#37. 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
#38. Coldness settles again in my stomach. I do not want a nice Hmong girl. I want a nice Egyptian boy who teaches me about colors and makes me appreciate poetry. I want the nice Egyptian boy who stops in the middle of the day to say Thank you, God. For everything.
Rose Christo
#39. I'm Noah, and you are the ship coasting along the banks and as long as you are my valentine I will sail between your eyes..
Adel Abouhana
#40. Oh dear sunday, I want to sleep in your arms and have fun day.
Santosh Kalwar
#41. 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
#42. Valentine's Day is the poet's holiday.
Ted Kooser
#43. September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror's sting,
rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles' wings.
from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001
Aberjhani
#44. While some mothers sing lullabies to their children, my mother read me poetry. And to this day, I associate my strongest and most insistent feelings with words lyrically organized on a page.
Masiela Lusha
#45. I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there 's a pair of us - don't tell!
They 'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
#46. She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.
R. YS Perez
#47. I breathe in...
the fragrance
of love, and moist sand
the one
his roses left
on both my hands
I just keep on breathing
every moment
as much as I can
preserving it, in my body
for the day
it can't.
Sanober Khan
#49. Then I found my head one day when I wasn't even trying.
Cat Stevens
#50. I should have told You
before talking in terms of Forever
that any given day wears me out and works me sour,
that there are nights when the sky is so clear
I stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for the stars to shoot at me
just so I can feel at Home.
Buddy Wakefield
#51. She walks,
on the streets,
with a face that,
doesn't belong.
It smiles more than,
many put together,
whole day long.
Her heart misfit,
a little chipped.
And she likes to,
call it once broken,
but now stitched.
Jasleen Kaur Gumber
#52. You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.
Wislawa Szymborska
#53. A word a day keeps the psychosis away!
Carol Robi
#54. Only our love hath no decay;
This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday,
Running it never runs from us away,
But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
John Donne
#55. There's little question that short stories, like poetry, don't get the respect they deserve in the culture - but what can you do? Like Canute, one cannot fight the sea, you have to go with your love, and hope one day, things change.
Junot Diaz
#56. To be held in his arms
I long for that day
The da that I get to see
more wonderful things
April Nichole
#57. I don't want to go on being a root in the dark,
vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep,
downward, in the soaked guts of the earth,
absorbing and thinking, eating each day.
Pablo Neruda
#58. I could feel the day offering itself to me,
and I wanted nothing more
than to be in the moment-but which moment?
Not that one, or that one, or that one,
Billy Collins
#59. Look, you know i don't wanna come on ungrateful, but that warren report, you know as well as me, just didn't make it. You know, like they might as well have asked some banana salesman from des moines, who was up in toronto on the big day, if he saw anyone around looking suspicious/ ...
Bob Dylan
#60. Strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day ...
John Geddes
#61. But the sun will rise the day after tomorrow
A millennium without us silences our last echo
To tiny fragments even our plastics are reduced
In Eden Reincarnate all life but ours is renewed
A.A. Patawaran
#62. I long for the day I no longer long for him.
Franki Fiori
#63. It was the furthest thing in the world from the rosy-fingered dawn of poetry and old Technicolor movies; this was an anti-dawn, damp and as pale as the cheek of a day-old corpse.
Stephen King
#65. The hills
like poets put on
purple thought against
the
magnificent clamor of
day
tortured
in gold
E. E. Cummings
#66. I have brushed my teeth.
This day and I are even.
Vera Pavlova
#67. 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
#68. Hopefully, you will glimpse something of your own life's journey and with Elemental's Power of Illuminated Love, possibly recognize and celebrate something you had not been able to recognize or celebrate before.
Luther E. Vann
#69. [Y]ou, one day, will knock lips with Turkish-coffee-clad veils whose beds our kin must tuck in misty-eyed.
Armineonila M.
#70. She could feel magic in the quiet spring day, like a sorcerer's far-off voice, and lines of poetry floated over her mind as if they were strands of spider-web.
Stella Gibbons
#71. Let's be honest - Bill Murray was onto something when he laughed at Andie MacDowell's degree in 19th century French poetry in 'Groundhog Day'
Marco Rubio
#72. Go. Think. Turn black into white.
Night into day. I am tired of thinking.
I know where it will lead me and I don't
Want to be there.
Go love. Do your thinking.
Walter Dean Myers
#73. you will think
your parents are
shatterproof
until one day
you find out
they aren't.
- what it really means to lose your innocence
Amanda Lovelace
#74. One of my greatest joys is poetry. I read it almost every day, and I've even taken a stab at writing some of my own. A poem I wrote for my mother when she was dying really helped me get through that hard time.
Maria Shriver
#75. You may follow the footsteps
The whole day will pass
With you going around in circles
Yet not reaching anywhere at last!
Avijeet Das
#76. When I was in college, I used to write little ditties and short stories and poetry for my friends. Writing a book is another thing. It is so much different from my traditional day of dirty fingernails and greasy hair and hot pans.
Mario Batali
#77. Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die
Nick Burd
#78. Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch
Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouch
Fishes pray for them to fly far away
Inland lakes toast to the Pelican's day
Munia Khan
#79. Just look what happens to poets," I used to tell my honors class on the first day of school. "Half the time they go mad. And you know why I think that happens? Too much truth distilled to its essence, all surrounding evidence ignored or discarded. And I'm not faulting them for that.
Steve Yarbrough
#80. O God bid my poor body to arise
On that bright day triumphant through the skies!
Timothy Salter
#82. Maybe when water yearned for fire / it invented waves / so one day they might become flames
Ibrahim Nasrallah
#83. I heard a bird congratulating itself
all day for being a jay.
Nobody cared. But it was glad
all over again, and said so, again.
William Stafford
#84. Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Stephen's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.
Sara Teasdale
#85. Keep Moving ...
Move forward
Let go
Give in
Decide
and just Do
Progress every day
And make one step forward no matter what's in your way
Keep moving, till one day you wake up and you're there.
Emma Daley
#86. When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf
to turn away from the sun
it loves it there.
There's nothing so spiritual about being happy
but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.
Frank O'Hara
#87. I am not lazy.
I am on the amphetamine of the soul.
I am, each day,
typing out the God
my typewriter believes in.
Anne Sexton
#88. It was a new day yesterday, but it's an old day now.
Ian Anderson
#89. 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
#90. At a normal high school, having class outside on a gorgeous May day is usually pretty awesome. It means sitting in the sunshine, maybe reading some poetry, letting the breeze blow through your hair ... At Hecate Hall, a.k.a. Juvie for Monsters, it meant I was getting thrown in the pond.
Rachel Hawkins
#91. 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
#92. I'll enjoy today while it's here, using the time wisely. Each day is a gift that soon becomes a memory.
Lina Rehal
#93. Every day I practice yoga, read poetry, and translate. What do I need politics for?
Ryszard Kapuscinski
#94. concept: me, sitting on top of a grassy mountain, taking deep breaths of fresh, pure air. i lay back and watch the clouds all day. there's no rush here
L.J. Buchanan
#95. History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.
from Past Present and Future are One
Aberjhani
#96. 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
#97. Poems are ways of saying you clearly remember the day of your death and your tomb. When I am writing poetry, I relive my days when a woman inside me dies many times.
Kim Hyesoon
#98. If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.
Fernando Pessoa
#99. He will one day meet his true love ... A fellow traveler on the road ... Her eyes will be his ocean ... In her ocean he will sail forever ...
Kem
#100. i open for you like a flower.
i let you in like a new day.
AVA.
