summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:28pm
Yesterday 9:28pm
~the dramance of an extraordinary night
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neither dark nor light.. a hazy
shadowy silhouetted full-moon night
of a still budding nascence .. as
if a no-moon twilight zone..
descends down
in a swarming~ echoing army
of half-hollowed arrows.. almost
puncturing midway as it
touches down.. although
lopsided, in no accuracies
to her the dreamy veiled
Earth.. in an endless swirl ...
neither dark nor light.. a hazy
shadowy silhouetted full-moon night
of a still budding nascence .. as
if a no-moon twilight zone..
descends down
in a swarming~ echoing army
of half-hollowed arrows.. almost
puncturing midway as it
touches down.. although
lopsided, in no accuracies
to her the dreamy veiled
Earth.. in an endless swirl ...
#love
#lover
#night
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
49 reads
5 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 2:42pm
7th Apr 2025 2:42pm
Hope
Light breaks the night.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.
Its flicker grows, yet fragile still.
A flame burns bright within despair.
Where silence lingers, whispers dare to rise anew.
Through storms and shadows, it calls, defies, it prevails.
Boundless and untamed, it stretches through time, unyielding.
Hope swells like oceans, crashing, surging with infinite waves that collide.
Its roots entangle stars, weaving lifelines from fractures, each moment revived.
Hope ascends like constellations, a beacon eternal, shining through endless skies.
#fire
#night
#shadows
#sky
#storm
45 reads
7 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 6:51pm
4th Apr 2025 6:51pm
The Coronation
a caravan of stars
lit up the sky,
placid blue heavens
veiled with soft moon sighs...
the June midnight
seemed a jubilant celebration,
for the dark enchantress-
the mysterious night...
a coronation by the cosmos
for the black beauty
to be the queen of earth
so she could grow in her supremacy;
with each passing day
the night would be longer to stay...
those shimmering stellar gypsies
in hues of gold, red and blue
dazzling the ether
with their joyous laughter,...
lit up the sky,
placid blue heavens
veiled with soft moon sighs...
the June midnight
seemed a jubilant celebration,
for the dark enchantress-
the mysterious night...
a coronation by the cosmos
for the black beauty
to be the queen of earth
so she could grow in her supremacy;
with each passing day
the night would be longer to stay...
those shimmering stellar gypsies
in hues of gold, red and blue
dazzling the ether
with their joyous laughter,...
#moon
#night
#stars
#summer
#universe
83 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 3:04am
3rd Apr 2025 3:04am
Nix (The Goddess of Night)
Mm.. where are you
I inhale your scent wandering in the sway of the nocturnal breeze
Exhaling, only to hear the faint pulsate of your heart
Sexual therapeutics to my intellect with hushed voices, so faint
The aura of your persona veiled unto me
Step forward so I can read the beautiful lingo of spoken words to swoon
Oh, how it resonates beyond the illumination of my Hunter’s moon
Your beautiful temple suffices the banquet of my harvesting I gather
For a beautiful sepia page upon a time
If I close my eyes, will you...
I inhale your scent wandering in the sway of the nocturnal breeze
Exhaling, only to hear the faint pulsate of your heart
Sexual therapeutics to my intellect with hushed voices, so faint
The aura of your persona veiled unto me
Step forward so I can read the beautiful lingo of spoken words to swoon
Oh, how it resonates beyond the illumination of my Hunter’s moon
Your beautiful temple suffices the banquet of my harvesting I gather
For a beautiful sepia page upon a time
If I close my eyes, will you...
#mythology
#night
#passion
#sun
#water
199 reads
2 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 10:33pm
30th Mar 2025 10:33pm
~the blue window
an outpouring pre-monsoonal night
in their electric to indigo bluish hues
aches as dripping million tributaries
of a hazy crusting tears.. over those
overly clarified window panes.. now
runs in cryptic paining ancient scripts
those sprinkles of salt-laden gritty hillocks
sprout out of each of your touching slight
fingertips.. rolling sliding over these pinkish
pouting ridges of a gathered as one conjoined
lipping vessel.. thirsting for eons .. for your
a life-giving fluidic drinking in...
in their electric to indigo bluish hues
aches as dripping million tributaries
of a hazy crusting tears.. over those
overly clarified window panes.. now
runs in cryptic paining ancient scripts
those sprinkles of salt-laden gritty hillocks
sprout out of each of your touching slight
fingertips.. rolling sliding over these pinkish
pouting ridges of a gathered as one conjoined
lipping vessel.. thirsting for eons .. for your
a life-giving fluidic drinking in...
#inspirational
#love
#night
#rain
#sensual
91 reads
SonderNinja
BenjaminEC
BenjaminEC
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 6:16pm
14th Mar 2025 6:16pm
Sylvan Blues
A page of mind, a book of flesh,
a spine of light on the moonless night,
a burning goats my fox run blue
in the spitting wet that dawns in red.
The mantid prowl of a smoking scowl
may grace with ash by howl or bite,
my hillside perch for hawking crow
is stuck to the point of a pining craw.
No waif nor wraith can sing me long
that soothing voice from a hole in stone...
a space that flowers to the power of one
I release to the peace of my wet rock home.
From beyond the clouds I gist my list
in the dark...
a spine of light on the moonless night,
a burning goats my fox run blue
in the spitting wet that dawns in red.
The mantid prowl of a smoking scowl
may grace with ash by howl or bite,
my hillside perch for hawking crow
is stuck to the point of a pining craw.
No waif nor wraith can sing me long
that soothing voice from a hole in stone...
a space that flowers to the power of one
I release to the peace of my wet rock home.
From beyond the clouds I gist my list
in the dark...
#dark
#forest
#nature
#night
#SelfReflection
101 reads
1 Comment
Seed
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
12th Mar 2025 1:20pm
Necromancy
Necromancers, using magic words, call disembodied spirits who travel by night.
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
I step outside the light to be clothed in darkness, stand on the mountain steady as a middle brother,
look to the night sky to see a red dwarf and a white giant.
Jupiter is on fire and Saturn has taken off her rings.
The planets have aligned.
Now is the time when young men will see visions
and old men will dream dreams,
when Regulus is red on the horizon in the gaze of the Sphinx.
Yet, I am all alone looking at the moon...
#night
#spiritual
92 reads
0 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
A First Encounter.....
The town sleeps, wrapped in the hush of streetlights, the distant hum of power lines, the sigh of trees shifting in the breeze. He moves through it like a ghost, barefoot on the pavement, the night cool against his skin. This is the only time he feels real.
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
#fate
#FeelingLost
#night
#nightmares
#winter
111 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 1:07am
6th Mar 2025 1:07am
tea & timbre
tea & timbre
aglitter in the galactic night
is a myriad faceted diamond
her heart
under summer stars
carmen & her gypsy lover
flamenco
summer sky
over Andalusia
second soul flamenco
the arabesque
in our lover’s nocturne
her timbre
rhapsody in indigo
played on her midnight piano
psalm of love
aglitter in the galactic night
is a myriad faceted diamond
her heart
under summer stars
carmen & her gypsy lover
flamenco
summer sky
over Andalusia
second soul flamenco
the arabesque
in our lover’s nocturne
her timbre
rhapsody in indigo
played on her midnight piano
psalm of love
#beauty
#haiku
#night
#seductive
#tea
136 reads
4 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 7:47pm
26th Feb 2025 7:47pm
Pale Evenings Glow
Words spoken over wine in candlelight
On a pale moonlit night
What could be better?
Such are the desires and pleasures of life
Heard in the evening crooner’s voice
Witnessed in the twilight
By the night owl’s steady gaze
Together in unison
As the stars blaze
Burning till the wax melts
And the wick flickers and fades
On a pale moonlit night
What could be better?
Such are the desires and pleasures of life
Heard in the evening crooner’s voice
Witnessed in the twilight
By the night owl’s steady gaze
Together in unison
As the stars blaze
Burning till the wax melts
And the wick flickers and fades
#love
#moon
#night #romantic
#night #romantic
130 reads
3 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 3:18pm
14th Feb 2025 3:18pm
Nightcastle
The future is only as certain
As a cold winter night
And the pale moon on the horizon
Shining Upon the edge of time
Your only comfort awaits In desperation
Beneath starlight
While your solace
Awaits in the soft dreamy realms of delight
As a cold winter night
And the pale moon on the horizon
Shining Upon the edge of time
Your only comfort awaits In desperation
Beneath starlight
While your solace
Awaits in the soft dreamy realms of delight
#dreams
#night
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summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 11:47pm
13th Feb 2025 11:47pm
~04:14, the 14th (with 414 madnesses posted in du.), l o v e
eyes & ears bury & burn sleepless
from the overnight whirring bikes
in roaring ruthless silencers .. in
such nonstop criming sound sin
is it some formula racing or just
the racing hearts of the riding
Valentines .. whatever
its 04:14 .. it’s 14 the Valentine
Feb.. What more logic . Happy
rashly polluting these pure
cosmically auspicious hours
of Brahmamuhurta
this crazy owlish sleepless
me .. a pretty nocturnal specie
I...
from the overnight whirring bikes
in roaring ruthless silencers .. in
such nonstop criming sound sin
is it some formula racing or just
the racing hearts of the riding
Valentines .. whatever
its 04:14 .. it’s 14 the Valentine
Feb.. What more logic . Happy
rashly polluting these pure
cosmically auspicious hours
of Brahmamuhurta
this crazy owlish sleepless
me .. a pretty nocturnal specie
I...
#healing
#love
#night
#spiritual
#ValentinesDay
114 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Night Poems
