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midevil
midevil
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Moonlight Whispers

 

Lunaís full this quarterís reign
the nights not held her bound.
In its stead from starry cloaks
a vale sheís wrapped around.
Bathing glow her daughters share
whilst under eveningís cast.
Fare twilight maidensí youth and beauty
theirs to ever last.
Her language passes on the breeze
where branches gently shake.
Such is council given softly
yet find it hard to take.
From these small hours concede thee Nox
the sky is set a blaze.
Take rest your time shall come again
children of the darker days.




 
Written by midevil
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hgnichols
hgnichols
Harry Nichols
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United States
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Night Walk

I cannot separate from my selfish wandering shadow
my crooked walk, remembrance,
nostalgia in my bones
though my light turns this and that way,
I merely pause to steady my feet
when I should be searching for you.
The fleeting ghost of your future
told in the subtleties of impossible night.
It clings at my heels, a lazy jester
mocking me, telling its truth in its way
despite my attempts to hide in thick black.
where has my mustang spirit fled to
whose echo reverberates down the halls of my veins?
whose recapture proves elusive,
a dream I meant to write down before too long passed?
Written by hgnichols (Harry Nichols)
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hgnichols
hgnichols
Harry Nichols
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United States
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Just read midevilís. Super cool.

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buddydog
buddydog
buddydog H Faulk III
Thought Provoker
United States
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Dark Side of Light

I live in a garden
I hide from the day  
Here in the shadows
A place I choose to stay  
I wait for the night  
Thatís when I feel alive  
I walk with Angels  
That didnít survive †

The light illuminates  
All the hidden pain  
I canít see to let go  
Only memories remain †
Here in the darkness †
I find comfort and tranquility †
I collect only dark feathers  
As you question my sincerity  

In the night I live in my dream  
With wings of feathers I do not own  
To fly among the stars without a moon  
Like lost angels without a home  
Sometimes I scream out loud †
Memories are like stones †
Like a rock they carry all the weight  
They only hurt when you crash on them alone †
Written by buddydog (buddydog H Faulk III)
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drone
drone
Dangerous Mind
Greece
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Come sunrise
we prepare
for the struggle
ahead
come the night
we prepare
to sleep
like we're dead

hgnichols
hgnichols
Harry Nichols
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Thatís pretty badass.

ReggiePoet
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Fire of Insight
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I Bid Thee Worship Me

I bid thee worship me, come eventide
When slumberís gate hath closed on thine repose
The specter of dark pleasures there abide
Once stripped of inhibition, stark, exposed.
Like vapors, my seduction stirs, frustrates
To suffer in libidoís taunting throes
Until, to sleep, all soon capitulate
To drown as Stygian darkness doth enclose!
No mere mirage, I take thee as my thrall
A supplicant to power, dark and old
In love and fear, obey my pleasured call
Upon my scroll of slaves, be now enrolled!
I am Nyx! From Chaos, was I spawned!
Iíll fill your dreams with rapture, and beyond!

 
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Nyx is the primordial deity of the night. In Greek mythology, she predates even the Titans.

cabcool
cabcool
Fire of Insight
Jamaica
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night vendor

she peddles her ware
far into the night.
her dark thoroughfare
(when her prices are right)
draws suitors who hunger
and thirst for her sweets,
when vendors should decently
snooze in their sheets.

her soursops are sweet,
her sweetsops are sour;
the grapes of her orchard
men quickly devour,
who mortgage good sense
to finance vain needs,
her cherry wine sating
naught of their fat greed.

red-ribbon parfums,
dark-chocolat delights,
the fruit of her looming
she dangles in sight
of pot-bellied men
enticed by her dance,
as down in the gutters
they vie for a chance

her basket to drain
of peaches and plums,
of pomegranates and
whatever might come
to please lips and tongues
that die for a taste
of bait on the tong yet
unknown to the chaste.

© Copyright 2019 August 15
Written by cabcool
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Addi82
Addi82
Addi
Lost Thinker
United States
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My lovely Darkness

My lovely darkness


Tis the witching hours,
dark and full of gloom.
They call to me,
like the full moon.
Devils dancing in the penumbrae,
a feeling of comfort that pleads me to stay.
Night is the only time i am free
to let my demons out,
show the real me
Come dance round the fire.
Come as u are
no need for fancy attire.
Let the dark consume,
lifting your spirit,
lifting your broom.
Speaking in rhyme.
Calling out for help,
bending and stopping time.
Chanting our way into obscurity.
The night is my home,
a place of purity.
Marvel in the darkness,
bare your soul,
I'll be your witness.
A feeling of serenity,
under the stars,
calling upon an entity.
My immoral indulgence,
cloaks and daggers,
crystals and incense.
The darkness is all I've ever known.
So when the moon rises again,
step outside & Welcome to my home!
Written by Addi82 (Addi)
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LUUH19
LUUH19
Emeraldia
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Insomniac

I can't sleep
I over think
A time machine
Plays the scenes
Inside my head
A younger me  
Should have said
Should have fought
Stood up
On those hostile moments
 
I should have shared
Myself with him
I looked around
Their eyes bold
Laughing at us
I should have tried  
To see the rise
 
What could have been
Lost in Imagination
High definition
Reality foreign  
I escaped the one with you in it
 
What will be next  
Time forwards
Can't be sure
Stress builds up
Not seeing ahead  
Will it collapse?
Before it starts?
 
What ifs clogging my brain
Guilt
Regret
Shame
Are they the same?
Bitterness
Resentment
Vengeance?
Should I quit?
Submit?
Drugs?
Written by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
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David_Macleod
David_Macleod
David Macleod
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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Nights of The Realm - - - for the Night Comp

 
Many nights used to last  
for twenty-four hours  
deep in the bowels  
of sadness and depression  
where thoughts of morbidity  
were worn like an overcoat  
Razors practice in darkness  
a cutting preamble before  
a serious suicidal attempt  
from plans written in blood  
time, place, method all there  
toxic thoughts are full frontal  
flashbacks are my reality  
the pain, the fear, even the smell  
are daily unwanted visitors  
that are impossible to avoid  
the physical pain is excruciating  
alcohol and morphine cocktail  
on the rocks with a slice of lime  
meds make minds malleable  
shattered glass, broken heart  
too many pieces to glue together  
morphine-induced head injury  
sleeping as head hits the desk  
I am truly alone in the night  
phone calls: None in, none out  
standing on the edge of a cliff  
too dark to see the black rocks  
I teeter, I wobble but don't jump  
I want to know what's coming next  
heaven, hell, the black page  
reincarnation past life progression  
there is no salvation  
there is no redeemer  
there can be no rescue  
from who you really are  
life is suffering  
only death awaits you  
you ponder way up yonder  
what the fuck are you waiting for?  

My guardian angel arrives at my shoulder  
she whispers "Everything will be alright."  
she whispers many things in my head  
she blunts all razors and sharp implements  
miraculously she glues my heart back together  
although many scars and cracks remain  
she brings with her a vision of the light  
she encourages me to taste the rainbow  
her final truth stifles my breath  
"Make enemies into friends, failing that  
walk away from those toxic demons"  
did not become a fan of human love  
Human love in my experience is toxic  
alcohol continues to be an enemy  
but that is really ok as I walk away  
I made friends with the pain  
using razors just for shaving  
thought of morbidity no longer a foe  
I made friends with the loneliness  
the isolation, even the depression  
but only when I made friends of the dark  
I could see and befriend the light  
My nights are not so long now  
I fill my hours with positive distractions  
no longer a deadbeat poet  
I am a becoming
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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RexDurkin
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Fire of Insight
Australia
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