66 May Quotes and Poems

In this blog post, you will find interesting things about May, the fifth month of the calendar.

We also collected some of the most beautiful May quotes and poems. Let yourself be inspired!

May – a month of nature

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May it is the fifth month of the year in the Gregorian calendar and one of the seven Gregorian months with a duration of 31 days.

This month of May is also called: florist, leaf, prairie, the month of herbs.

From an astrological point of view, the month of May begins with the sun in the sign of Taurus and ends in the sign of Gemini.

From an astronomical point of view, the month of May begins with the sun in the constellation of Aries and ends with the sun in the constellation of Taurus.

The name of May (Latin: Maius) comes from the name majores given by Romulus to the Romanian senators.

The Greeks called May Thargelion.

This month is manifested by an detonation of vegetation, the trees take on color and life due to the leaves and flowers, and the agricultural work intensifies, in the fields, in the orchards, gardens and vineyards, the activity is in full swing.

Never in any year does any other month begin with the same day of the week as May.

May Quotes

  1. “When you love someone, truly love them, you lay your heart open to them. You give them a part of yourself that you give to no one else, and you let them inside a part of you that only they can hurt-you literally hand them the razor with a map of where to cut deepest and most painfully on your heart and soul. And when they do strike, it’s crippling-like having your heart carved out.” ― Sherrilyn Kenyon
  2. “P.S. May, don’t these strawberry tarts just make you want to cry?” ― Kiera Cass
  3. “Lots of people go mad in January. Not as many as in May, of course. Nor June. But January is your third most common month for madness.” ― Karen Joy Fowler
  4. “That we may not fall short of desire, but let us give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of our discretion. (“Crépuscule du désir”)” ― Erik Pevernagie
  5. “At last came the golden month of the wild folk– honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.” ― Samuel Scoville Jr.
  1. “In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning, and tremble, and lurch with a stab of pain. I would try clamping my eyes shut and gritting my teeth, and wait for it to pass. And it would pass –but slowly, taking its own time, and leaving a dull ache behind.”― Haruki Murakami
  2. “So what’s the point, then, if we can’t be happy? Why are we doing any of this?”

“Oh, there’s definitely happiness,” Jack said, turning his back on the ocean and looking at her. “But it’s just about moments, not ever-afters.” He grinned. “Like when you’re right in the middle of the ocean with your friends, with no one trying to kill you in any kind of horrifying way.

You have to appreciate these moments when they happen, ’cause obviously we don’t get many of them.” ― james riley

  1. “Then you have to remember to be thankful; but in May one simply can’t help being thankful . . . that they are alive, if for nothing else. I feel exactly as Eve must have felt in the garden of Eden before the trouble began.” ― L.M. Montgomery
  1. “It’s genius simmering, perhaps. I’ll let it simmer, and see what comes of it,” he said, with a secret suspicion all the while that it wasn’t genius, but something far more common. Whatever it was, it simmered to some purpose, for he grew more and more discontented with his desultory life, began to long for some real and earnest work to go at, soul and body, and finally came to the wise conclusion that everyone who loved music was not a composer.” ― Louisa May Alcott
  2. “Make hay in May for you may never know what June is coming with and you may never know what July will present! When you see May, make hay!” ― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
  3. “I want to lengthen, not shorten, my attention span, and most of the material splendors of the twenty-first century bully me in the opposite direction. The fault is mine, I’ll admit. I’m too slow-witted, reluctant to evolve, constitutionally unable to get with the program. I can’t afford the newest gadgets and I’m not a natural multitasker.” ― Phillip Connors
  4. “But the outsider in May, the one from Briery Swamp who had never fit quite right, kept her tucked safely in her nook.” ― Jodi Lynn Anderson
  1. “I loved rhubarb, that hardy, underappreciated garden survivor that leafed out just as the worst of winter melted away. Not everyone was a fan, especially of the bitter, mushy, overcooked version. Yet sometimes a little bitterness could bring out the best in other flavors. Bitter rhubarb made sunny-day strawberries face the realities of life- and taste all the better for it. As I brushed the cakes with a deep pink glaze made from sweet strawberry and bottled rhubarb bitters, I hoped I would change rhubarb doubters. Certainly, the little Bundt cakes looked as irresistible as anything I had ever seen in a French patisserie.” ― Judith Fertig
  1. “May had now set in, but up here among the hills, she was May by courtesy only; or if she was May, she would never be mighty. She was, indeed, only April with her showers and sunshine, her tearful, childish laughter, and again the frown, and the despair irremediable. Nay, as if she still kept up a secret correspondence with her cousin March, banished for his rudeness, she would not very seldom shake from her skirts a snow storm, and often the dancing hail. Then out would come the sun behind her, and laugh, and say– “I could not help THAT; but here I am all the same, coming to you as fast as I can!” ― George MacDonald
  1. “May had now set in, but up here among the hills, she was May by courtesy only; or if she was May, she would never be mighty. She was, indeed, only April with her showers and sunshine, her tearful, childish laughter, and again the frown, and the despair irremediable. Nay, as if she still kept up a secret correspondence with her cousin March, banished for his rudeness, she would not very seldom shake from her skirts a snow storm, and often the dancing hail. Then out would come the sun behind her, and laugh, and say– “I could not help THAT; but here I am all the same, coming to you as fast as I can!” ― George MacDonald
  1. “But you said you love me. You don’t just leave after that.” ― Ava Dellaira
  2. “When placing an emergency call, it is important to remember that a corrupt or incompetent cop may be on their way to you.” ― Steven Magee
  3. “Avoid any exercises that may produce injuries.” ― Steven Magee
  4. “May 19th,2018- Love always wins!!” ― Charmaine J. Forde
  5. “In the suburbs of Delaware, spring meant not young love and damp flowers but an ugly divorce from winter and a second marriage to buxom summer.” ― Andrew Sean Greer
  6. “You may not love what you do but you must do what you love!” ― Md. Ziaul Haque
  7. “This may sound crazy, but njw gwen inj!” ― Anthony T. Hincks
  8. “Rational fear of COVID-19 may save your life.” ― Steven Magee
  9. “A Standard American Diet (SAD) may eventually kill you.” ― Steven Magee
  10. “Rain may cleanse the Earth, but it doesn’t wash away our tears.” ― Anthony T.Hincks

Spring Quotes

  1. “The standard business model for corporations is to lie, confuse and deny anything that may threaten their profitability.” ― Steven Magee
  2. “Some of the television doctors may kill you if you let them.” ― Steven Magee
  3. “May, I love you with everything I am. For so long, I just wanted to be like you. But I had to figure out that I am someone too, and now I can carry you, your heart with mine, everywhere I go.” ― Ava Dellaira
  4. “May, more than any other month of the year, wants us to feel most alive.” ― Fennel Hudson
  5.  “A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.” ― Munia Khan
  6. “May: the lilacs are in bloom. Forget yourself.” ― Marty Rubin
  7. “The month of May is a pleasant time; its face is beautiful; the blackbird sings his full song, the living wood is his holding, the cuckoos are singing and ever singing; there is a welcome before the brightness of the summer.” ― Lady Gregory, “Finn, Son of Cumhal”
  8. “Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.” ― Marcel Proust
  9.  “It is through your experience you find out who you really are and who you are is from finding your own experience who really defines you.” ― Charleston Parker
  10. “May is green and pink and red” ― Richard L. Ratliff
  1. “As it fell upon a day

In the merry month of May,

Sitting in a pleasant shade

Which a grove of myrtles made.” ― Richard Barnfield

  1. “Sopping, and with no sign of stopping, either- then a breather. Warm again, storm again- what is the norm, again? It’s fine, it’s not, it’s suddenly hot: Boom, derailment, lightning flash!” ― The Old Farmer’s Almanac
  2. “And after winter folweth grene May.” ― Geoffrey Chaucer
  3. “We may claim to believe in God, but we don’t want to believe so much that it makes us different.” ― Craig Groeschel
  4. “When something means nothing to you, you can do everything you want; but someday, somehow you may have to pay for it.” ― Munia Khan
  1. “The majority of the common people do not realize that calling 911 may result in a stressed out armed police officer that has a range of medical issues and is taking potent prescription drugs being sent out to them.” ― Steven Magee
  2. “Oftentimes some may find that negative observance of others may in fact derive from inward flaws of themselves.” ― Calvin W. Allison
  3.  “If you are looking for a career that may induce a myriad of health conditions into you, I can recommend working at the 13,796 feet very high altitude summit of Mauna Kea, Hawaii, USA.” ― Steven Magee
  4. “Something that is not effectively communicated to electrical, electronics and wireless workers is that they are working with radiation and may develop radiation sickness.” ― Steven Magee
  5. “Radiation has properties of both God and Satan. Like God as the correct exposures give excellent health. Like Satan because too little or too much will make you sick and may lead to disease and premature death.” ― Steven Magee
  1. “It may be possible that Leukemia in children is linked to the location of the fuse board and the electrical meter on the home.” ― Steven Magee
  2. “A great difference between May and Day is the M and D! Be a good Managing Director of your life each day in May.” ― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
  3. “Plants can be affected by stray voltage and they may show stunted growth, deformed growth, or go dormant. In extreme cases they may die.” ― Steven Magee
  4. “Regarding solar power systems, the bigger the system is, the more likely it may go on fire.” ― Steven Magee
  5. “Many people may be heartbroken, but not enough to take action.” ― Craig Groeschel
  6. “Many use the word “Kingdom” flippantly. Even though we sing about it in our praise songs, we talk about it in our sermons, yet we seem to still not understand its reality in our daily lives” ― Sunday Adelaja
  7. “The only difference between May and Day is the M and D! Be a good Managing Director of your life each day in May.” ― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
  8. “Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained.” ― Nathaniel Hawthorne

May Poems

“The wind is tossing the lilacs,

The new leaves laugh in the sun,

And the petals fall on the orchard wall,

But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms

I go a wintry way,

For love that smiled in April

Is false to me in May.”

–  Sara Teasdale, May  

“A swarm of bees in May

Is worth a load of hay;

A swarm of bees in June

Is worth a silver spoon;

A swarm of bees in July

Is not worth a fly.”

–  Rhyme from England

“May and June.  Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights.  The discussion of philosophy is over; it’s time for work to begin.” 

 Peter Loewer  

“The world’s favorite season is the spring. 

All things seem possible in May.”

–  Edwin Way Teale

“Be like a flower and turn your face to the sun.”

Kahlil Gibran

“What potent blood hath modest May.”

–  Ralph W. Emerson

“Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,

A box where sweets compacted lie.”

–  George Herbert, Virtue 

“Spring rain

leaking through the roof

dripping from the wasps’ nest.”

– Matsuo Basho

“Don’t knock the weather: nine-tenths of the people couldn’t start a conversation if it didn’t change once in a while.”

–  Kin Hubbard

“By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months.  All is at last in balance and all is serene.  The gardener is usually dead, of course.”

–  Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman 

“If it’s a drama that you sigh for, plant a garden and you’ll get it.  You will know the thrill of battle fighting foes that will beset it.  If you long for entertainment and for pageantry most glowing, plant a garden and this summer spend your time with green things growing.”

–  Edward A. Guest

“In somer when the shawes be sheyne,

And leves be large and long,

Hit is full merry in feyre foreste

To hear the foulies song.

To see the dere draw to the dale

And leave the hills hee,

And shadow him in the leaves green

Under the green-wode tree.

Hit befell on Whitsuntide

Early in a May morning,

The Sonne up faire can shyne,

And the briddis mery can syng.”

Anonymous, May in the Grene Wode, 15h Century

“cottonwood fluff

stuck to dry weeds –

silent wind chimes”

–  Michael Garofalo, Cuttings

“You are as welcome as the flowers in May.”

–  Charles Macklin

“The sun was warm but the wind was chill.

You know how it is with an April day.

When the sun is out and the wind is still,

You’re one month in the middle of May.

But if you so much as dare to speak,

a cloud come over the sunlit arch,

And wind comes off a frozen peak,

And you’re two months back in the middle of March.”

–  Robert Frost 

“O day after day we can’t help growing older.

Year after year spring can’t help seeking younger people.

Come let’s enjoy our winecup today,

Nor pity the flowers fallen.”

–  W. Wei, On Parting with Spring 

“The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit; for like as herbs and trees bring forth fruit and flourish in May, in likewise every lusty heart that is in any manner a lover, springeth and flourisheth in lusty deeds.  For it giveth unto all lovers courage, that lusty month of May.”

–  Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur 

‘But I must gather knots of flowers,

And buds and garlands gay,

For I’m to be Queen o’ the May, mother,

I’m to be Queen o’ the May.’

–  Alfred Lord Tennyson

“May is a pious fraud of the almanac.”

James R. Lowell 

“The young May moon is beaming, love.

The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love.

How sweet to rove,

Through Morna’s grove,

When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!

Then awake! — the heavens look bright, my dear,

‘Tis never too late for delight, my dear,

And the best of all ways

To lengthen our days

Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!”

–  Thomas Moore, The Young May Moon 

“The trees are coming into leaf

Like something almost being said;

The recent buds relax and spread,

Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again

And we grow old? No, they die too,

Their yearly trick of looking new

Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh

In full grown thickness every May.

Last year is dead, they seem to say,

Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.”

–  Philip Larkin, The Trees

“Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.” 

–  Virgil

“What is the foliage moving now?

Air is still, and hush’d the breeze,

Sultriness, this fullness loving,

Through the thicket, from the trees.

Now the eye at once gleams brightly,

See! the infant band with mirth

Moves and dances nimbly, lightly,

As the morning gave it birth,

Fluttering two and two o’er earth.”

–  Wolfgang Goethe, May 1815 

“There is no season such delight can bring,

As summer, autumn, winter and the spring.”

–  William Browne

“What is so sweet and dear

As a prosperous morn in May,

The confident prime of the day,

And the dauntless youth of the year,

When nothing that asks for bliss,

Asking aright, is denied,

And half of the world a bridegroom is,

And half of the world a bride?”

–  William Watson, Ode in May, 1880

“The new earth quickens as you rise.

The May Queen is waiting.

Feel the pulsing ground call you to journey,

To know the depths of your desire.

The May Queen is waiting.

Moving through the night, the bright moon’s flight.

In green and silver on the plain.

She waits for you to return again.

Do not keep Her waiting.

Her temper stings if you refuse to taste Her honey.

Surrender as enchantment brings

The first light of dawning.

Move with Her in sacred dance, through fear to feeling.

Bringing ecstasy to those who dare.

Living earth is breathing.

Loving through the night in the bright moonlight,

As seedlings open with the rain.

She’ll long for you to return again.

Do not keep Her waiting.”

–  Ruth Barren, The May Queen is Waiting

“I found a strawberry blossom in a rock.  I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again.”

–  Dorothy Wordsworth

“Sap which mounts, and flowers which thrust,

Your childhood is a bower:

Let my fingers wander in the moss

Where glows the rosebud

Let me among the clean grasses

Drink the drops of dew

Which sprinkle the tender flower”

–  Paul Verlaine, Spring 

“Spring – an experience in immortality.”

–  Henry D. Thoreau  

“The year is ended, and it only adds to my age;

Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home.

Alas, that the trees in this easter garden,

Without me, I will still bear flowers.”

–  Su Ting, circa 700 CE 

“Well, spring sprang.  We’ve had our state of grace and our little gift of sanctioned madness, courtesy of Mother Nature.  Thanks, Gaia.  Much obliged.  I guess it’s time to get back to that daily routine of living we like to call normal.”

–  David Assael

“A little Madness in the Spring

Is wholesome even for the King.”

–  Emily Dickinson 

“I think that no matter how old or infirm I may become, I will always plant a large garden in the spring.  Who can resist the feelings of hope and joy that one gets from participating in nature’s rebirth?”

–  Edward Giobbi 

“The fields are snowbound no longer;

There are little blue lakes and flags of the tenderest green.

The snow has been caught up into the sky–

So many white clouds–and the blue of the sky is cold.

Now the sun walks in the forest,

He touches the bows and stems with his golden fingers;

They shiver, and wake from slumber.

Over the barren branches he shakes his yellow curls.

Yet is the forest full of the sound of tears….

A wind dances over the fields.

Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter,

Yet the little blue lakes tremble

And the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.”

–   Katherine Mansifield, Very Early Spring

“It is the thirtieth of May,

the thirtieth of November,

a beginning or an end,

we are moving into the solstice

and there is so much here

I still do not understand.”

–  Adrienne Rich, Toward the Solstice

“The air is like a butterfly

With frail blue wings.

The happy earth looks at the sky

And sings.”

–  Joyce Kilmer, Spring

“The year’s at the spring,

And day’s at the morn;

Morning’s at seven;

The hill-side’s dew-pearled;

The lark’s on the wing;

The snail’s on the thorn;

God’s in his Heaven—

All’s right with the world!”

–  Robert Browning, The Year’s at the Spring

“Oh! that we two were Maying

Down the stream of the soft spring breeze;

Like children with violets playing,

In the shade of the whispering trees.”

–  Charles Kingsley

“People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball.  I’ll tell you what I do.  I stare out the window and wait for spring.”

–  Rogers Hornsby

“The country ever has a lagging Spring,

Waiting for May to call its violets forth,

And June its roses–showers and sunshine bring,

Slowly, the deepening verdure o’er the earth;

To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,

And one by one the singing-birds come back.

Within the city’s bounds the time of flowers

Comes earlier. Let a mild and sunny day,

Such as full often, for a few bright hours,

Breathes through the sky of March the airs of May,

Shine on our roofs and chase the wintry gloom–

And lo! our borders glow with sudden bloom.”

–   William Cullen Bryant, Spring in Town, 1850

“Hoe while it is spring, and enjoy the best anticipations. 

It does not matter much if things do not turn out well.”

–  Charles Dudley Warner

“Sweet May hath come to love us,

Flowers, trees, their blossoms don;

And through the blue heavens above us

The very clouds move on.”

–  Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs

“Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;

And mid-May’s eldest child,

The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.”

 John Keats  

“Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger,

Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her

The flowery May, who from her green lap throws

The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.

Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire

Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!

Woods and groves are of thy dressing;

Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.

Thus we salute thee with our early song,

And welcome thee, and wish thee long.”

 John Milton, Song on a May Morning, 1660 

“I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers:

Of April, May, or June, and July flowers.

I sing of Maypoles, Hock-carts, wassails, wakes,

Of bridegrooms, brides, and of the bridal cakes.”

–  Robert Herrick, Hesperides, 1648 

“An optimist is the human personification of spring.”

–  Susan J. Bissonette 

“The name for the month of ‘May’ has been believed to derive from ‘Maia’, who was revered as the Roman ‘Goddess of Springtime, of Growth and Increase’, and the mother of ‘Mercury’, the winged messenger of the Gods.  Yet this is disputed as before these deities featured in mythology the name ‘Maius’ or ‘Magius’, taken from the root ‘Mag’, meaning the ‘Growing month’ or ‘hitting month’ was used.”

–  May Mystical World Wide Web 

“Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.”

 Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

“When April steps aside for May,

Like diamonds all the rain-drops glisten;

Fresh violets open every day:

To some new bird each hour we listen.”

–  Lucy Larcom

“Let us fill urns with rose-leaves in May

And give the the thrifty sweetness for December!”

–  Edward Bulwer Lytton

“The unmulched garden looks to me like some naked thing which for one reason or another would be better off with a few clothes on.

–  Ruth Stout

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May is the month in which nature blooms, and everything seems to take on a different shade.

It is also the month in which we start making holiday plans, in which we let ourselves dream and we like to take long walks in nature…

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