Top 99 Poetry Moon Quotes
#1. I watch with envious eyes and mind, the single-souled who dare not feel
The wind that blows beyond the moon, who do not hear the fairy reel
Neil Gaiman
#2. My heart can feel the softness of a star
Only when the moon stays afar
I lay my mind on the pillow of sky
Where sleep dares not ever to pry
Munia Khan
#3. I do not want to sleep
for fear I might miss the twinkle of the brightest star
for fear I may never know
how the moon glimmers, in the darkest hour.
Sanober Khan
#5. The moon is more interesting than the unchanging sun. That is surely why it is used in poetry and the sun is not - unless one talks of dawn or dusk, when the sun briefly hovers on the edge of day.
Liza Dalby
#6. Life is perhaps that enclosed moment
when my gaze destroys itself in the pupil of your eyes
and it is in the feeling
which I will put into the Moon's impression
and the Night's perception.
Forough Farrokhzad
#7. You said: "Wait for the moon with me."
I stayed. I waited. The moon never came.
Danabelle Gutierrez
#8. The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Sylvia Plath
#9. I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young.
Peter Meinke
#10. I am lost in my world,
invisible - unknown.
Moon please lend me
your light that someone
will me see me.
Susie Clevenger
#11. We played with the moon all night, painting faces on its blank cheek, shining its spotlight into sleeping people's windows. But mostly we just ate the moon, stuck tongues to its surface and felt it dissolve, left chunks of its minty scalp on neighbors' doorsteps.
Jalina Mhyana
#12. Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind.
Frederick Glaysher
#14. In the great green room, there was a telephone
And a red balloon
And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon ...
Margaret Wise Brown
#15. Painted desert, ocean of color
sun's worshiper, moon's lover
picture of a coyote's voice
sandbox of angels, another toy.
Trine Daely
#16. Once
There was a quiet island,
With a name.
You must believe me
When I say that sunlight,
Impure but beautiful,
Broke upon the bay, silvered
The unrepentant, burning moon.
Edwin Thumboo
#17. The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round
The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground
The dead never rest well in the living house
The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse
Shannon Hale
#18. Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen
For what they listen?
John Keats
#19. A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#20. There's in my mind a ...
turbulent moon-ridden girl
or old woman, or both,
dressed in opals and rags, feathers
and torn taffeta,
who knows strange songs
but she is not kind.
Denise Levertov
#21. When there's a moon the shadows in the house grow larger;
invisible hands draw back the curtains,
a pallid finger writes forgotten words on dust
of the piano ...
Yiannis Ritsos
#22. Being a star is depressing.
It twinkles but is distant and cold.
I'd rather be the moon,
Shine in your glory and go around you forever!
Avinash Matta
#23. 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
#24. Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate
And though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#26. The poet who walks by moonlight is conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be referred to lunar influence.
Henry David Thoreau
#27. Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses (lunettes), I was asked what I wanted to do with the moon (lune).
Jean-Dominique Bauby
#29. You should be more careful
when you move, my dear
what with you...
spilling moonlight
into my poem, with a mere
flick of your hand.
Sanober Khan
#30. You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
Shinji Moon
#32. If only you
could see me as the Devil does:
palatable & raw;
chasing a chance blue moon
Virginia Petrucci
#33. For the blind poor, Rx: bleed. For yourself; Rx: love nothing.
Sow rows of onions only. Plant turnips in the dark of the moon.
T.R. Hummer
#34. Does not heed to the dark
With its shimmering light,
Moon quietly bathes the ocean
Somali K Chakrabarti
#35. Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.
Julio Cortazar
#36. Even the moon is only poetical because there is a man in the moon.
G.K. Chesterton
#37. Maple. Maypole
Catch and carry.
Ash and Ember.
Elderberry.
Woolen. Woman.
Moon at night.
Willow. Window.
Candlelight.
Fallow farrow.
Ash and oak.
Bide and borrow.
Chimney smoke.
Barrel. Barley.
Stone and stave.
Wind and water.
Misbehave.
Patrick Rothfuss
#38. 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
#39. Outside the window
Sky and earth exchange silver.
In the moonlight I forget I'm human.
Wang Xiaoni
#40. A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still.
It is dazed with moonlight,
contented with perfume ...
Amy Lowell
#41. The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.
Moonshine Noire
#43. The moon twangs its silver strings;
The river swoons into town;
The wind beds down in the pines,
Covers itself with stars.
George Elliott Clarke
#44. We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness.
We trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We know that the heart is the philosopher's stone.
Our music is our alchemy.
Saul Williams
#45. Nocturne
Midnight. The moon
has set, and the Pleiades.
The hours pass
and pass, yet still I lie alone.
Sappho
Sherod Santos
#46. All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
Shinji Moon
#47. Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone no moon in the sky is lucid enough to compare with the light they shed when they are among the living.
Carlos Bulosan
#48. Nothing touches your skin of sweat
(meltdown of oceanic kisses)
when the purple light
whispers to the moon
in silent moonlit clarity
Bear Step
#49. concept: tonight, the moon is close enough to kiss. i climb up into the tallest tree and we gaze at one another. i know she understands
L.J. Buchanan
#50. Scrape the grey sky clean. Realize every grey cloud is a smoke screen to blind us from the truth, and the truth is whether we see them or not the sun and moon are still there, and always there is light.
Shane Koyczan
#51. If you cannot be a sun that illuminates the light, be a moon that never tires of reflecting the light.
Subhan Zein
#52. The moon people do not eat by swallowing food but by smelling it. Their money is poetry - actual poems, written out on pieces of paper whose value is determined by the worth of the poem itself.
Paul Auster
#53. But give thanks, at least, that you still have Frost's poems; and when you feel the need of solitude, retreat to the companionship of moon, water, hills and trees. Retreat, he reminds us, should not be confused with escape. And take these poems along for good luck!
Robert Graves
#54. A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs.
George Jean Nathan
#55. 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
#56. There's a path from me to you
I'm constantly looking for,
so I try to keep clear and still
as water does with the moon.
Rumi
#57. POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
Carl Sandburg
#59. When
When it's over, it's over, and we don't know
any of us, what happens then.
So I try not to miss anything.
I think, in my whole life, I have never missed
The full moon
or the slipper of its coming back.
Or, a kiss.
Well, yes, especially a kiss.
Mary Oliver
#60. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Edgar Allan Poe
#61. they say people only hear what they want to hear,
but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.
AVA.
#62. Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.
Sanober Khan
#63. Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street ... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.
Wassily Kandinsky
#64. To be great, be whole;
Exclude nothing, exaggerate nothing that is not you.
Be whole in everything. Put all you are
Into the smallest thing you do.
So, in each lake, the moon shines with splendor
Because it blooms up above.
Fernando Pessoa
#65. You may as well attempt to colonise the moon with white mice as publish a volume of poetry'.
Victoria Clayton
#66. Cheap little rhymes
A cheap little tune
Are sometimes as dangerous
As a sliver of the moon.
Langston Hughes
#67. 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
#69. My nerves were wrapped so tight I could explode at any second. Some jaguar reciting poetry was not helping. Just tell me which way to go, Shakespeare.
Lisa Kessler
#70. I don't need your praise
to survive. I was here first,
before you were here, before
you ever planted a garden.
And I'll be here when only the sun and moon
are left, and the sea, and the wide field.
I will constitute the field.
Louise Gluck
#71. My mind is heaven
My eyes are the sun and the moon
My awareness shines like the morning star.
Ilchi Lee
#73. True poetry (inspired by the Muse and her prime symbol, the moon) even today is a survival, or intuitive re-creation, of the ancient Goddess-worship.
Robert Graves
#74. There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
Dejan Stojanovic
#75. Nothing is lifeless
when the moon writes its screed
on the silvern sand silence
-From the poem:The Universe In Blossom
Munia Khan
#76. Of so much moon were your hips to me,
of all the sun your deep mouth and its delight,
of so much burning light like honey in the shade
Pablo Neruda
#77. 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
#78. At a night like this,
where it's just me and the yellow moon,
I feel complete.
Kamand Kojouri
#79. we have forgotten what night tastes like,
salted by full moon silver rupturing
the dark. we have forgotten how the skin
sings when the lunar fervor unfurls
across its follicles.
Beth Morey
#80. Calligraphy of geese
against the sky-
the moon seals it.
Yosa Buson
#81. Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.
Carl Sandburg
#82. Give me
a moon-blanket night
to keep me warm
a long-gone smile
to comfort me
a pair of rain-blue eyes
to haunt me
a simple soul
...to love me.
Sanober Khan
#83. We are merely ghost flowers under the shade of the moon
Many shades of secret sorrows blanket our eyes
We spend our lives and our souls
Searching-
Longing-
Waiting-
For a little light to shine and heal our broken halo's
Steven A. Williams
#84. Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
John Geddes
#85. Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,
illuminate the shadows in the sky.
A.F. Stewart
#86. Poetry, the best of it, is lunar and is concerned with the essential insanities. Journalism is solar (there are numerous newspapers named The Sun, none called The Moon) and is devoted to the inessential.
Tom Robbins
#87. I repeated: come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding,
no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence.
Oh love, now let us forget the star with thorns!
Pablo Neruda
#88. This is what I have.
The dull hangover of waiting,
the blush of my heart on the damp grass,
the flower-faced moon.
A gull broods on the shore
where a moment ago there were two.
Softly my right hand fondles my left hand
as though it were you.
Mary Oliver
#89. With callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.
Sanober Khan
#90. I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon. For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment of lyric poetry.
Mary Ruefle
#91. So they drove again, Vivien sitting up and looking now, but as navigator only, letting the desert scratch its own thorny poetry on the enormous moon.
Douglas Woolf
#92. Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?
Joni Mitchell
#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. I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky
Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?
Munia Khan
#96. i am like the moon--
sometimes, full.
sometimes, black.
sometimes,
forever and ever alone.
AVA.
#97. And when our bodies rise again,
they will be wildflowers, then rabbits,
then wolves singing a perfect love
to the beautiful, meaningless moon.
Philip Appleman
#98. it was the kind of moon
that I would want to
send back to my ancestors
and gift to my descendants
so they know that I too,
have been bruised...by beauty.
Sanober Khan
#99. A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds.
Moonshine Noire
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