Gentle sleep! Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above; And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless My senses with the sight of her I love. (Quote by - Horace (Horatio) Smith)

We are slumberous poppies, Lords of Lethe downs, Some awake and some asleep, Sleeping in our crowns. What perchance our dreams may know, Let our serious may know. (Quote by - LJames Henry Leigh Hunt)

Central depth of purple, Leaves more bright than rose, Who shall tell what brightest thought Out of darkness grows? Who, through what funereal pain, Souls to love and peace attain? - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt), (Quote by - James Henry Leigh Hunt)

In Flanders' fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below. (Quote by - John McCrae)

I have prayed in her fields of poppies, I have laughed with the men who died (Quote by - But in all my ways and through all my days Like a friend He walked beside. I have seen a sight under Heaven That only God understands, In the battle's glare I have seen Christ there With the Sword of God in His hand. (Quote by - Gordon Johnstone)

Visions for those too tired to sleep, These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep. (Quote by - Amy Lowell)

Let but my scarlet head appear And I am held in scorn; Yet juice of subtile virtue lies Within my cup of curious dyes. (Quote by - Christina G. Rossetti)

The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams. (Quote by - Scharmel Iris)

I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed! The flower of Mercy! that within its heart Doth keep a drop serene for human need, A drowsy balm for every bitter smart. For happy hours the Rose will idly blow-- The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe. (Quote by - Mary A. Barr)

Through the dancing poppies stole A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. (Quote by - John Keats)

Bring poppies for a weary mind That saddens in a senseless din. (Quote by - William Winter)

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, And left the flushed print in a poppy there: Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came, And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame. With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank, And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine When the eastern conduits ran with wine. (Quote by - Francis Thompson)

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide, The poppy's bonfire spread. (Quote by - Bayard Taylor)

And would it not be proud romance Falling in some obscure advance, To rise, a poppy field of France? (Quote by - William Alexander Percy)

Find me next a Poppy posy, Type of his harangues so dozy. (Quote by - Thomas Moore)

Every castle of the air Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there Are seeds for every romance, or light Whiff of a dream for a summer night. (Quote by - Amy Lowell)

The poppies hung Dew-dabbed on their stalks. (Quote by - John Keats)

Take up our quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders' fields. (Quote by - John McCrae)