Night Poems
#night
Night poems all about the dark time of the day. Here you'll find everything from beautiful poems about stars and moonlight, to dark poems about shadows and strange creatures that lurk at night.
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Late night insight
Some say I'm incorrigible,
ill-disciplined, hypocritical
and a bad example.
Others call it
Revenge Bedtime Procrastination.
Whichever you believe, it's true;
I'm largely unable (or unwilling)
to go to bed.
When responsibilities of the day
and of work and family life
fall away;
when everyone is asleep
and the house is silent,
I reclaim my solitude
and find that
night time is a creative time.
Without distractions,
the words line up more pleasingly.
Without noise,
musical...
ill-disciplined, hypocritical
and a bad example.
Others call it
Revenge Bedtime Procrastination.
Whichever you believe, it's true;
I'm largely unable (or unwilling)
to go to bed.
When responsibilities of the day
and of work and family life
fall away;
when everyone is asleep
and the house is silent,
I reclaim my solitude
and find that
night time is a creative time.
Without distractions,
the words line up more pleasingly.
Without noise,
musical...
#night
#music
#LifeAsAWriter #art
#LifeAsAWriter #art
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wind night wind
the shortest distance
beheld by our eyes
from rear view mirror
towards truth
how water has each shape
and perhaps is the only thing
closer than vaporizing sound
etched baritone
I bemoan
vestibules
vernissages
signify
genetic
genocides
burning confessing carcass
to expose
from
vernissages
vestibules
I become
dervish
truth
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
beheld by our eyes
from rear view mirror
towards truth
how water has each shape
and perhaps is the only thing
closer than vaporizing sound
etched baritone
I bemoan
vestibules
vernissages
signify
genetic
genocides
burning confessing carcass
to expose
from
vernissages
vestibules
I become
dervish
truth
Ⓒ copyrights owned by Rianne
#night
#fate
#magic
#philosophical
#symbolism
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The Dark Abandoned Road
An abandoned back road
leaves a darker side of town.
Deep impenetrable forest
up one side and down.
The road twists and turns,
every corner is blind.
A dim street light ahead
with only blackness behind.
Wet asphalt is cracked,
and the lines are all faded.
A stop sign is rusting,
neglected and jaded.
Weeds sprout through the cracks
that cross left and from right.
Potholes and frost heaves
create a treacherous ride.
To where it does lead,
there's no way of knowing.
It's too scary to...
leaves a darker side of town.
Deep impenetrable forest
up one side and down.
The road twists and turns,
every corner is blind.
A dim street light ahead
with only blackness behind.
Wet asphalt is cracked,
and the lines are all faded.
A stop sign is rusting,
neglected and jaded.
Weeds sprout through the cracks
that cross left and from right.
Potholes and frost heaves
create a treacherous ride.
To where it does lead,
there's no way of knowing.
It's too scary to...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#night #travel
#night #travel
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2 Comments
A Caress in Darkness
Not something you hear
Or see as an omen
More of a feeling
Being pulled in directions
Instincts in the dark
Guiding you around
Cracked sidewalks
Avoiding dead ends
Whispers that breathe
As a warning breeze
Of comfort through
The winding tunnel
Unafraid of the night
Knowing I’ll be alright
And Angeless
A Caress in Darkness
Or see as an omen
More of a feeling
Being pulled in directions
Instincts in the dark
Guiding you around
Cracked sidewalks
Avoiding dead ends
Whispers that breathe
As a warning breeze
Of comfort through
The winding tunnel
Unafraid of the night
Knowing I’ll be alright
And Angeless
A Caress in Darkness
#dark
#night
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Dark Forest Lurking
I’m watching
Lurking
Behind that tree
Do you see me ?
LumberJack
Ripped flannel shirt
Whiskey breath
Protrusion in pants
Sinister
Waiting
Hardwood
He surprised her from behind
Dirty calloused hand over mouth
Nicotine stench
She should have been afraid
But wasn't
He reached lewdly under her soft sweater
Fondling her breasts
Toying with her nipples
His breath hot on her neck
Misty forest odors
She felt damp between the legs ..
Lurking
Behind that tree
Do you see me ?
LumberJack
Ripped flannel shirt
Whiskey breath
Protrusion in pants
Sinister
Waiting
Hardwood
He surprised her from behind
Dirty calloused hand over mouth
Nicotine stench
She should have been afraid
But wasn't
He reached lewdly under her soft sweater
Fondling her breasts
Toying with her nipples
His breath hot on her neck
Misty forest odors
She felt damp between the legs ..
#lust
#dark
#forest
#night
#temptation
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eternal hope
Eternal hope
In the ditches of a sandy lane where I once lived
tiny etherical bushes sprung up overnight
Brilliantly green as floating in the air, they were
born by the wind and were a child’s first dream.
As dreams, they didn’t last long, a week at most
one night they flew away, a fairytale untold.
At dawn, before other animals awoke, rabbits
sat hearing a whisper of time aeons gone.
In burrows or in homes, the dream appears
often in the form of a lullaby, we call it hope.
In the ditches of a sandy lane where I once lived
tiny etherical bushes sprung up overnight
Brilliantly green as floating in the air, they were
born by the wind and were a child’s first dream.
As dreams, they didn’t last long, a week at most
one night they flew away, a fairytale untold.
At dawn, before other animals awoke, rabbits
sat hearing a whisper of time aeons gone.
In burrows or in homes, the dream appears
often in the form of a lullaby, we call it hope.
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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Cold air
After a dry day,
spent with a diurnal species,
when the thymes and the rosemarys
are rested from rain,
in came a wind,
an atmospheric motion,
the magnitude of which
was neither steady
nor hazardous.
I listened to the silence of birds,
telling each other secrets
about the uprisings of worms
between eaves,
a break
from that ceaseless squabbling
seen in the earlier morning.
Smoked in the belly of a light,
waning Moon
and by morning
all was calm again,
the uncertain, weary storm...
spent with a diurnal species,
when the thymes and the rosemarys
are rested from rain,
in came a wind,
an atmospheric motion,
the magnitude of which
was neither steady
nor hazardous.
I listened to the silence of birds,
telling each other secrets
about the uprisings of worms
between eaves,
a break
from that ceaseless squabbling
seen in the earlier morning.
Smoked in the belly of a light,
waning Moon
and by morning
all was calm again,
the uncertain, weary storm...
#night
#wind
#dawn
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Moonbow Through Bare Branches
Glow inside
Moonbeams up high
Glowing in the sky
Moonbow in our eyes
I've got the blood moon tonight
And the world is just a place in which reside
And I'm down here on my knees dreaming of your face
While I marvel at the beauty and majesty of space
And I wonder how many times I've sang these songs
For I'm bent to your will and synchronized to your heart
Nothing is lost
Energy conserved
Opal treasure
Riches of your touch
Impossible to measure
I love you so much
Everywhere is here ...
Moonbeams up high
Glowing in the sky
Moonbow in our eyes
I've got the blood moon tonight
And the world is just a place in which reside
And I'm down here on my knees dreaming of your face
While I marvel at the beauty and majesty of space
And I wonder how many times I've sang these songs
For I'm bent to your will and synchronized to your heart
Nothing is lost
Energy conserved
Opal treasure
Riches of your touch
Impossible to measure
I love you so much
Everywhere is here ...
#love
#moon
#night
#nature
#emotional
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shift
A distant hum
Night, the road is long
It is warm and
Hums
Notes
What is a song?
What happens to a song when nobody sings it?
It falls like a leaf to the ground like the sunset
And leaves us for the evening
And the road murmurs
As those with destinations travel and travel
Destinations change
Like song notes
What happens to a destination when nobody comes?
It stumbles, then cracks into powder
And archaeologists a hundred thousand million seconds after
Visit again
Night, the road is long
It is warm and
Hums
Notes
What is a song?
What happens to a song when nobody sings it?
It falls like a leaf to the ground like the sunset
And leaves us for the evening
And the road murmurs
As those with destinations travel and travel
Destinations change
Like song notes
What happens to a destination when nobody comes?
It stumbles, then cracks into powder
And archaeologists a hundred thousand million seconds after
Visit again
#night
#travel
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starlight
starlight,
born
each night,
the shadows
reap
their harvest,
starlight,
shine on
unborn dreams,
ones
that will
please
the senses,
starlight,
gathered
in the arms
of waiting
angels,
starlight,
your
treasures
among
creation
born
in heaven.
born
each night,
the shadows
reap
their harvest,
starlight,
shine on
unborn dreams,
ones
that will
please
the senses,
starlight,
gathered
in the arms
of waiting
angels,
starlight,
your
treasures
among
creation
born
in heaven.
#stars
#sky
#night
#shadows
#nature
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glitter
the stars
ignite,
lighting
up
the night
sky,
like glitter,
laid
across
the secrets
of her
soul.
ignite,
lighting
up
the night
sky,
like glitter,
laid
across
the secrets
of her
soul.
#stars
#sky
#night
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Mrs. Mockingbird
A bird singing for the moon
As evening shadows loom
Her sweet song fills the air
With beauty beyond compare
She sings of love and hope
Her melodies help us cope
With the darkness of the night
Her song brings us delight
The moon shines bright above
As the bird sings of her love
Her voice rings clear and true
A beautiful melody for me and you
So let us stop and listen
To the bird's sweet rendition
As she sings for the moon
A beautiful and timeless tune
As evening shadows loom
Her sweet song fills the air
With beauty beyond compare
She sings of love and hope
Her melodies help us cope
With the darkness of the night
Her song brings us delight
The moon shines bright above
As the bird sings of her love
Her voice rings clear and true
A beautiful melody for me and you
So let us stop and listen
To the bird's sweet rendition
As she sings for the moon
A beautiful and timeless tune
#birds
#night
#nature
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DU Poetry : Night Poems