20 Deep Quotes From Poems for World Poetry Day (2024)

1 Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. -Emily Dickinson, Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

2 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

3 And when wind and winter harden, All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand. -Oscar Wilde, To My Wife

4 I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils. -William Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

5 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee?

6 The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go Before I sleep. -Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

7 Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

8 Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them, A child – so high – you are, And all this is folly to the world. -Ezra Pound, A Girl

9 I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it. -E.E Cummings

10 O my Luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody, That’s sweetly played in tune. -Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose

11 ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. -Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H

12 He was my North, my South , my East and my West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. -W.H Auden

13 The best lack all conviction, while the worst, Are full of passionate intensity. -William Butler Yeats

14 You may write me down in history, With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I’ll rise. -Maya Angelou

15 Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove, O no; it is an ever-fixed mark. -William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

16 There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late. -Charles Bukowski, Oh Yes

17 It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master, though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. -Elizabeth Bishop, One Art

18 You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. -Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

19 Time does not bring relief; you all have lied, Who told me time would ease me of my pain. -Edna St. Vincent Millay, Time does not bring relief

20 So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me, Till then my windows ache. -Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXV

1. Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. -Emily Dickinson, Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

2. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

3. And when wind and winter harden, All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand. -Oscar Wilde, To My Wife

4. I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils. -William Wordsworth, I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

5. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. -Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee?

6. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go Before I sleep. -Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

7. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. -Dylan Thomas, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

8. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them, A child – so high – you are, And all this is folly to the world. -Ezra Pound, A Girl

9. I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it. -E.E Cummings

10. O my Luve is like a red, red rose, That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody, That’s sweetly played in tune. -Robert Burns, A Red, Red Rose

11. ‘Tis better to have loved and lost, Than never to have loved at all. -Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H

12. He was my North, my South , my East and my West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song. -W.H Auden

13. The best lack all conviction, while the worst, Are full of passionate intensity. -William Butler Yeats

14. You may write me down in history, With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I’ll rise. -Maya Angelou

15. Love is not love, Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove, O no; it is an ever-fixed mark. -William Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

16. There are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it’s too late. -Charles Bukowski, Oh Yes

17. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master, though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. -Elizabeth Bishop, One Art

18. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. -Mary Oliver, Wild Geese

19. Time does not bring relief; you all have lied, Who told me time would ease me of my pain. -Edna St. Vincent Millay, Time does not bring relief

20. So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me, Till then my windows ache. -Pablo Neruda, Sonnet LXV