Top 100 Sun Poetry Quotes
#1. Knighthood lies above eternity; it doesn't live off fame, but rather deeds.
Dejan Stojanovic
#2. Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead
Nay, I swim with sea-demons
no sweet summer tuned radio
over my sunless desertscape
how does it burn without the sun?
Moonshine Noire
#3. Arrival in the world is really a departure and that, which we call departure, is only a return.
Dejan Stojanovic
#4. And then I feel the sun itself
as it blazes over the hills,
like a million flowers on fire
clearly I'm not needed,
yet I feel myself turning
into something of inexplicable value.
-from The Buddha's Last Instruction
Mary Oliver
#5. Sun is a hearthstone, a merry-go-round of extinguished hearthstones.
Dejan Stojanovic
#6. Hill tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
John Clare
#7. 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
#9. The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.
John Keats
#10. I had to send away for the
beacuse they are not available in any store.
They look the same as any sunglasses
with a light tint and silvery frames,
but instead of filtering out the harmful
rays of the sun.
they filter out the harmful sight of you
Billy Collins
#13. Face in the Sun with the dark circles of beautiful nights the mouths of tigers.
Gwen Calvo
#14. You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
Dejan Stojanovic
#15. O, it's die we must, but it's live we can,
And the marvel of earth and sun
Is all for the joy of woman and man
And the longing that makes them one.
William Ernest Henley
#16. This dwarf still observes the world from his own self-imposed height.
Dejan Stojanovic
#18. Watch, how the sun
slowly rises
from behind my ear
new lines, new countries
spring up in my palms
my rough hair
become swaying silk
and all the leaves
in my body
become lusher than fruits.
Sanober Khan
#20. Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.
Dejan Stojanovic
#21. The exceeding brightness of this early sun
Makes me conceive how dark I have become.
Wallace Stevens
#22. 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
#25. Quiet Prayer:
As long as the sun shall rise goes the old lovers vow. But we are children of a scientific age & have no time for poetry. Still, I offer a quiet prayer of thanks for the sunlight each time I see your face.
Brian Andreas
#26. How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.
Dejan Stojanovic
#27. Even great men bow before the Sun; it melts hubris into humility.
Dejan Stojanovic
#31. 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
#32. 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
#33. When a woman's face is wrinkled
And her hairs are sprinkled,
With gray, Lackaday!
Aside she's cast,
No one respect will pay;
Remember, Lasses, remember.
And while the sun shines make hay:
You must not expect in December,
The flowers you gathered in May.
Ann Rinaldi
#34. Now that we are all so smart, we don't easily find resolutions.
Dejan Stojanovic
#37. How Heavy the Days ...
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Hermann Hesse
#40. Different languages, the same thoughts; servant to thoughts and their masters.
Dejan Stojanovic
#41. Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#44. The River Mogami has drowned
Far and deep
Beneath its surging waves
The flaming sun of summer
Matsuo Basho
#45. The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.
Dejan Stojanovic
#46. 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
#47. Unborn eternity does not die; existence is dying and falls asleep in the eternity beyond existence.
Dejan Stojanovic
#48. 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
#49. Can't even sleep through the night without you and those sun-dried ginger ale complected limbs crocheted into my thighs ...
Brandi L. Bates
#50. i'm glad to be alive
in a world where
his gently awakening eyes
nourish the morning sun.
Sanober Khan
#51. 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
#54. When the long bygone Lee Po wanted to say something, he could do it with only a few words.
Dejan Stojanovic
#55. Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Dejan Stojanovic
#57. 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
#58. Feel no fear before the multitude of men, do not run in panic,
but let each man bear his shield straight toward the fore-fighters,
regarding his own life as hateful and holding the dark spirits of death as dear as the radiance of the sun.
Tyrtaeus
#59. The sun surrendered its splendor - why, it was like poetry; he was a poet; Norman smiled. He was many things. If they only knew - - But
Robert Bloch
#60. 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
#61. Existence is the end of endless eternity without a beginning or an end.
Dejan Stojanovic
#62. If the sun rolled back like an eye,
it would see the mind of God.
Cecilia Llompart
#63. Whiteness is the color of death, you know, not black. Wetness is life, the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams, then, were empty.
Jim Carroll
#65. Someday the Sun will explode, and what about our journalism and poetry then? Well, so what? To hell with our exploding Sun. We have to do what we can do in the time we can act.
Bruce Sterling
#66. My mind is heaven
My eyes are the sun and the moon
My awareness shines like the morning star.
Ilchi Lee
#67. There is a moonlight note in the Moonlight Sonata; there is a thunder note in an angry sky.
Dejan Stojanovic
#69. 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
#70. We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
Dejan Stojanovic
#71. The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
Virginia Woolf
#72. Where even ravi (the sun) cannot reach, there will go a kavi (poet). - Vimalananda
Robert E. Svoboda
#74. There are countless circles of hell; believers never penetrate the ninth circle.
Dejan Stojanovic
#75. Serious affairs and history are carefully laid snares for the uninformed.
Dejan Stojanovic
#76. Burning the witch Giordano Bruno is one more wound inflicted on Christ's body.
Dejan Stojanovic
#78. If we were to understand how important it is to say something and say it well, maybe we wouldn't write a single word, but that would be tragic.
Dejan Stojanovic
#79. But you must know that only he who fights the darkness within will the day after tomorrow have his own share in the sun.
Odysseus Elytis
#80. 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
#82. Sun-struck,
stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes stands
as if considering how to cool avian plastic,
dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;
how take flight on dayglow flap-
doodle wings, no matter
if it is ball-bald going nowhere fast.
Joyce Thomas
#85. A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.
Dejan Stojanovic
#86. Nothing is inanimate; what is the rest is our interpretation.
Dejan Stojanovic
#88. Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?
Dejan Stojanovic
#89. 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
#91. We like to admit to only that which already glows, although it is nobler to support brightness before it glows, not afterwards.
Dejan Stojanovic
#92. The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.
Curtis Tyrone Jones
#93. Our desire to say more grows bigger and what to say about it, except that saying is not always about saying, growing is not always about growing.
Dejan Stojanovic
#94. Although all days are equally long regardless of the season, some days are long not only seasonally but by rewards they offer.
Dejan Stojanovic
#95. And now I am the way she walks, and now I am the way he smiles. I am the wind that blows and now I am the sun that shines. I am the laughter in your voice, I am the sadness of your soul. And now I am the careless wind and now I flow like the lost river.
Preeti Bhonsle
#96. If you cannot be a sun that illuminates the light, be a moon that never tires of reflecting the light.
Subhan Zein
#97. The blue of daylight
fades and chills as the sun sinks
beneath clouds of fire.
Richelle E. Goodrich
#98. 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
#100. 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
