Night Poems | Best Poems about Night


    Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night Poem by Dylan Thomas

    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.

    Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
    Because their words had forked no lightning they
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
    Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
    And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
    Do not go gentle into that good night.

    Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
    Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

    And you, my father, there on that sad height,
    Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
    Do not go gentle into that good night.
    Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



    A Poison Tree Poem by William Blake

    I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe:
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.

    And I watered it in fears,
    Night and morning with my tears;
    And I sunned it with smiles,
    And with soft deceitful wiles.

    And it grew both day and night,
    Till it bore an apple bright.
    And my foe beheld it shine.
    And he knew that it was mine,

    And into my garden stole
    When the night had veiled the pole;
    In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretched beneath the tree.



    As Soon As Fred Gets Out Of Bed Poem by Jack Prelutsky

    As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
    his underwear goes on his head.
    His mother laughs, ‘Don’t put it there,
    a head’s no place for underwear! ‘
    But near his ears, above his brains,
    is where Fred’s underwear remains.

    At night when Fred goes back to bed,
    he deftly plucks it off his head.
    His mother switches off the light
    and softly croons, ‘Good night! Good night! ‘
    And then, for reasons no one knows,
    Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.



    Good-Night Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

    Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
    Which severs those it should unite;
    Let us remain together still,
    Then it will be good night.

    How can I call the lone night good,
    Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
    Be it not said, thought, understood –
    Then it will be – good night.

    To hearts which near each other move
    From evening close to morning light,
    The night is good; because, my love,
    They never say good-night.



    Celebrate Poem by Anna Akhmatova

    Celebrate our anniversary – can’t you see
    tonight the snowy night of our first winter
    comes back again in every road and tree –
    that winter night of diamantine splendour.

    Steam is pouring out of yellow stables,
    the Moika river’s sinking under snow,
    the moonlight’s misted as it is in fables,
    and where we are heading – I don’t know.

    There are icebergs on the Marsovo Pole.
    The Lebyazh’ya’s crazed with crystal art…..
    Whose soul can compare with my soul,
    if joy and fear are in my heart? –

    And if your voice, a marvellous bird’s,
    quivers at my shoulder, in the night,
    and the snow shines with a silver light,
    warmed by a sudden ray, by your words?



    Warm Summer Sun Poem by Mark Twain

    Warm summer sun,
    Shine kindly here,
    Warm southern wind,
    Blow softly here.
    Green sod above,
    Lie light, lie light.
    Good night, dear heart,
    Good night, good night.



    After Parting Poem by Sara Teasdale

    Oh I have sown my love so wide
    That he will find it everywhere;
    It will awake him in the night,
    It will enfold him in the air.

    I set my shadow in his sight
    And I have winged it with desire,
    That it may be a cloud by day
    And in the night a shaft of fire.



    The Night In Isla Negra Poem by Pablo Neruda

    Ancient night and the unruly salt
    beat at the walls of my house.
    The shadow is all one, the sky
    throbs now along with the ocean,
    and sky and shadow erupt
    in the crash of their vast conflict.
    All night long they struggle;
    nobody knows the name
    of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening
    like a languid fruit.
    So on the coast comes to light,
    out of seething shadow, the harsh dawn,
    gnawed at by the moving salt,
    swept clean by the mass of night,
    bloodstained in its sea-washed crater.



    The Lamplighter Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

    My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky.
    It’s time to take the window to see Leerie going by;
    For every night at teatime and before you take your seat,
    With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.

    Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea,
    And my papa’s a banker and as rich as he can be;
    But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I’m to do,
    O Leerie, I’ll go round at night and light the lamps with you!

    For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door,
    And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more;
    And oh! before you hurry by with ladder and with light;
    O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-night!



    ‘Fall, Leaves, Fall’ Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

    Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
    Lengthen night and shorten day;
    Every leaf speaks bliss to me
    Fluttering from the autumn tree.

    I shall smile when wreaths of snow
    Blossom where the rose should grow;
    I shall sing when night’s decay
    Ushers in a drearier day.