Night
Poet: Douglas MallochThe arms of night enfold the tired day,
The heavens light their million little lamps,
And, where the sun beheld the world's affray,
The gentle moon reviews its sleeping camps.
Thank God for night; thank God that men must sleep;
Thank God that men must pause in toil for gain —
For, did they not, their eyes must ever weep.
For, did they not, their hearts must ever pain.
Thank God for sleep; thank God for night and rest;
I take the balm and press it to my eyes.
Here I shall slumber, head upon my breast.
And here, refreshed, behold the new day rise.
The Day Is Over
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2020The day is over you've done your best
Now is the time for you to rest
You can't change the events of the day
You can't change the things others say
Tomorrow is an opportunity to begin
New opportunities to take in
A good night sleep will help you decide
The best opportunities to provide
Sleep well this night
Turn out the lights
Thank God for the day
And find sleep will be on the way.
Be Thankful Poems
Night
By Norma BeardThe sky is lit with a million stars,
The moon is shining bright -
The best part of the glorious day
Is when it turns to night.
The river's water ripples soft
In the pale moonlight:
It seems to sing a happy song,
A song of great delight.
The leaves on the trees are dancing
To a fairy tune;
They whirl around, twirl around,
And seem to touch the moon.
And then the shadowy figures
Of a hundred cherry trees
Are lifting their arms up to the sky
And are laughing in the breeze.
Of course the bird
On its outspread wing
Homeward safely flies -
And to think I can see it all
With my own two eyes.
Good Night
Poet: Bernhart Paul HolstGood night! Fade the parting rays of light;
Now the daily labors end,
Rest comes to the busy hand,
Until the morning wakens bright,
Good night!
Go to rest!
Close your eyes with feelings best.
For the birds have hushed the song
They were chirping all day long,
And the night makes this request:
Go to rest!
Close your eyes!
Dream of a happy Paradise,
Life is not always what it seems,
But sleep requites with happy dreams
Recompense for him who tries.
Close your eyes!
Good night!
Slumber on 'till morning light.
Sleep until the new tomorrow
Comes with its own toil and sorrow;
Until the morning wakens bright,
Good night!
Good Night
Poet: Max EhrmannGood night, thou sweet, old world, good night;
Enfold me in the gentle light
Of other days, when gleams
Of dewy meadows held my dreams;
And quiet walks, as day sank low,
Dispelled each touch of woe.
Let me forget these joys be gone,
But feel them coming on
From out the past, with laughter's cries
And dream-enamored skies
Of old. One hand let me hold tight.
Good night, thou sweet, old world, good night.
Poems about Night
Good-Night
Poet: Percy Bysshk ShellGood-night? No, love! the night is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
How were the night without thee good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Be it not said, thought, understood, -
Then it will be good night.
The hearts that on each other beat
From evening close to morning light
Have nights as good as they are sweet,
But never say "Good-night."
Good Night
by Victor HugoGood night! Good night!
Far flies the light;
But still God’s love
Shall flame above,
Making all bright.
Good night! Good night!
Good Night
Poet UnknownSleep sweetly in this quiet room,
O thou, whoe'er thou art,
And let no mournful yesterdays
Disturb thy peaceful heart.
Nor let tomorrow scare thy rest
With thoughts of coming ill;
Thy Maker is thy changeless friend,
His love surrounds thee still.
Forget thyself and all the world;
Put out each feverish light.
The stars are watching overhead.
Sleep sweetly then. Good night.
Night Blessing
Poet: UnknownMay the God of heaven's vault bless you
May the God of shimmering moonlight love you
May the God of sparkling stars lead you
May the God of haunting songs cheer you.
May the God of strange shadows calm your nerves
May the God of straight roads bring you home
May God be watching from a familiar window
And hand in hand with Him may you wait for dawn
Good Night, may God bless you this night
Poems about God's Blessings
A Wish
Poet: Theodore W. HigginsworthA wish for a good night
And a sleep that is just right.
Pray that tomorrow you will awake
And it will be a day you can make
One more step to make dreams come true
And you will find success in all you do!
Wishing You
Poet: Kate SummersWishing you a peaceful sleep
From you, we will hear not a peep
Tired from a hard day's work
Sleep should come without a shirk.
May you have sweet dreams tonight
And in the morning awake so bright
May the angels watch over you
Keep you safe until the morning dew.
Tomorrow is a brand new day
But tonight sleep is needed I must say
Love you today but tomorrow more
Life has much for you in-store.
The night has become so quiet now
Close your eyes and take a bow
You did your best the day is done
Awake in the morning with the sun.
Bid Me Good Morning
Poet: A. L. BarbauldLife! we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather,
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear, -
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give little warning.
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night, - but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good Morning.
What Is Life?
Poet: UnknownA little crib beside the bed;
A little face upon the spread;
A little shoe upon the floor;
A little frock behind the door;
A little lad with curly hair;
A little blue-eyed face and fair;
A little lane that leads to school;
A little pencil, slate, and rule;
A little winsome, blithesome maid;
A little hand within his laid;
A little family gathering round;
A little turf -heaped, tear-dewed mound;
A little cottage, acres four;
A little old-time household store;
A little added to his soil;
A little rest from hardest toil;
A little silver in his hair;
A little stool and an easy chair;
A little night of earth-lit gloom;
A little cortege to the tomb.
We say "Good day" at early dawn;
We smile when little baby's born;
We laugh all through the sunshine bright;
When life is done, we say, "Good night."
Goodbye Poems
But At Night
Poet: Sam FickinsenEach day I wish you a good day
But at night I must say
I love you see you in the morn
And let you know you I adore
Each day with you is a special one
We always laugh and have some fun
But night brings and end to the day
It brings us peace in every way.
So as we lay down our heads
And cover up all snug in bed
I wish you a good night
And can't wait to see you at first light.
A Ma Future
by Edwin ArnoldWhere waitest thou.
Lady I am to love? Thou comest not,
Thou knowest of my sad and lonely lot —
I looked for thee ere now.
It is the May,
And each sweet sister soul hath found its brother;
Only we two seek fondly each the other,
And, seeking, still delay.
Where art thou, sweet?
I long for thee as thirsty lips for streams;
Oh, gentle promised angel of my dreams.
Why do we never meet?
Thou art as I —
Thy soul doth wait for mine, as mine for thee:
We cannot live apart — must meeting be
Never before we die?
Dear soul, not so!
For time doth keep for us some happy years,
And God hath portioned us our smiles and tears;
Thou knowest, and I know.
Yes, we shall meet;
And therefore let our searching be the stronger;
Dark ways of life shall not divide us longer,
Nor doubt, nor danger, sweet.
Therefore I bear
This winter-tide as bravely as I may,
Patiently waiting for the bright spring day
That Cometh with thee, dear.
'Tis the May light
That crimsons all the quiet college gloom;
May it shine softly in thy sleeping-room —
And so, dear wife, good-night!
Dreamland Journey
Poet: Catherine PulsiferThe stars are tiny night-lights, bright,
They twinkle softly, just right.
My teddy waits, my blanket’s near,
The world grows fuzzy, calm, and clear.
I close my eyes, a story starts,
Of far-off lands and magic carts.
With unicorns and skies of blue,
In Dreamland, there’s so much to do.
Goodnight, my room, so soft and small,
Tonight, I’ll dream and see it all.
Poems About Dreams
Johnny Speaks
Poet: Paul Laurence DunbarThe sand–man he’s a jolly old fellow,
His face is kind and his voice is mellow,
But he makes your eyelids as heavy as lead,
And then you got to go off to bed;
I don’t think I like the sand–man.
But I’ve been playing this livelong day;
It does make a fellow so tired to play!
Oh, my, I’m a–yawning right here before ma,
I’m the sleepiest fellow that ever you saw.
I think I do like the sand–man.
Sleep Song
Poet: Henry VanDykeForget, forget!
The tide of life is turning; The waves of light ebb slowly down the west:
Along the edge of dark some stars are burning
To guide thy spirit safely to an isle of rest.
A little rocking on the tranquil deep
Of song, to soothe thy yearning,
A little slumber and a little sleep,
And so, forget, forget. . . .
Read the complete poem, Sleep Song
Good Night
Poet: Nixon WatermanThe gold is fading from the west,
The peaceful worlds is wrapped in rest
The little stars their candles light.
Now from the busy day's sojourn
And all its welcome tasks we turn,
Bidding the world, fondly good night. . . .
Read the complete poem, Good Night
Sleep
Poet: Patience StrongSleep is a soft and gentle hand that charms away all strife -
And draws us with a magic touch from out the grasp of Life -
It throws into our tired eyes the golden dust of dreams -
And we forget our failures and our little futile schemes . . .
Read the complete poem, Sleep
Positive Poems
A Gentle Good Night
Poet: Catherine PulsiferMay your worries fade away,
As stars shine bright and softly play.
Close your eyes, rest so deep,
Drift to dreams in peaceful sleep.
May the night bring peace anew,
With skies so calm and twinkling blue.
Tomorrow waits with hope so bright,
But for now, dear one, good night.
Sweet Dreams to You
Poet: Catherine PulsiferThe moon is high, the world is still,
Let dreams unfold, your heart to fill.
Rest with ease, no fears in sight,
Good night, dear one, sleep so light.
May your dreams be kind and true,
Bringing joy the whole night through.
Wake refreshed with morning’s light,
But for now, sleep well tonight.
Good Morning Poems
At Night
Poet: Lillian E CurtisTime, when the world with its weary cares and insidious snares,
With its smiles and frowns, and ups and downs,
With its harsh words cold, and stares so bold,
With its many a mansion, and lovers of fashion,
With its hovels and huts, and scornful cuts,
With its few generous hands, to reach where Worth stands,
With its tired brains, its losses and gains,
With its aching hearts, its cruel darts,
With its steam of prosperity, its wheels of adversity,
Time, when the weary world, by Fate's finger twirled,
Bars its factory door for the rich and the poor,
From the Squire to the Clerk, all rest from their work,
And the world is shut in by a door whose hinges are light,
And the name of this door is the beautiful Night.
