StoryTeller
Poem Published
8th Nov 2019 4:30pm
8th Nov 2019 4:30pm
Nighttime
I used to hate the nighttime,
The whole world is becoming darker.
Colder, less inviting.
I used to hate it.
But I don't really know anymore,
After laying on your chest,
Telling you I love you,
And holding your hand as we drive home.
That realization,
That I fell in love with you in the nighttime.
Made me realize that even though the world gets colder at night,
It'll always be warm in your arms
And now the world, in its darkness,
Appears a little brighter than it did before.
The whole world is becoming darker.
Colder, less inviting.
I used to hate it.
But I don't really know anymore,
After laying on your chest,
Telling you I love you,
And holding your hand as we drive home.
That realization,
That I fell in love with you in the nighttime.
Made me realize that even though the world gets colder at night,
It'll always be warm in your arms
And now the world, in its darkness,
Appears a little brighter than it did before.
#love
#relationships
#ILoveYou
#night
#FallingInLove
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butters
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 1:12am
7th Nov 2019 1:12am
sleep clamours
when did someone loose a buzzing horde
to fly the pale-domed cavern of my skull
to infiltrate my logic and my words
to render all my active thinking dull?
sleep clamours in the tunnels of my mind
and awesome yawns have commandeered my lips
my eyes are rendered dim and then i find
the prowling hounds of sleep are gently slipp'd
to fly the pale-domed cavern of my skull
to infiltrate my logic and my words
to render all my active thinking dull?
sleep clamours in the tunnels of my mind
and awesome yawns have commandeered my lips
my eyes are rendered dim and then i find
the prowling hounds of sleep are gently slipp'd
#night
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Nov 2019 7:22pm
6th Nov 2019 7:22pm
In Dream (as in "real") She's Not here, Never Coming Back
(high) cry, crying cries won't
r e a l ize
it's own voice, as it continues
to cry
for one who ain't comin'round
anymore
like she used to a few years
a g o,
when I'd play all kinds of saxophones
on Mass. St.
Lawrence Ks USA, & i raked in
so much fckn
dinero as to go to ZenZero for a
phat thai
& Thai'hot gai salad with extra
fire juice
then,
which way did she...
r e a l ize
it's own voice, as it continues
to cry
for one who ain't comin'round
anymore
like she used to a few years
a g o,
when I'd play all kinds of saxophones
on Mass. St.
Lawrence Ks USA, & i raked in
so much fckn
dinero as to go to ZenZero for a
phat thai
& Thai'hot gai salad with extra
fire juice
then,
which way did she...
#dreams
#death
#night
#FathersDay
#daughter
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Poem Published
5th Nov 2019 5:34pm
5th Nov 2019 5:34pm
Solstice
The arc of a solstice moon
is at its zenith overhead,
I race across dark emerald,
zoysia shimmering with zinc.
I leap from the ziggurat
To the spiraling tower steps,
And lunge upward, two by two
Winded, clutching blood zinnias.
Offerings of zwieback and
zucchini in my zibeline
A poor and devout zealot
Is all I am and what I bring,
When I reach the top at last
as a zeppelin cloud casts over
When the moment is at hand.
is at its zenith overhead,
I race across dark emerald,
zoysia shimmering with zinc.
I leap from the ziggurat
To the spiraling tower steps,
And lunge upward, two by two
Winded, clutching blood zinnias.
Offerings of zwieback and
zucchini in my zibeline
A poor and devout zealot
Is all I am and what I bring,
When I reach the top at last
as a zeppelin cloud casts over
When the moment is at hand.
#sun
#moon
#summer
#night
#astronomy
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13 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 10:27pm
4th Nov 2019 10:27pm
When it Rains
I like it when it rains
because it washes my tracks away
and drowns my tortured soul
in droplets from the sky
the huntress comes in the dead of night
searching far and wide
for tiny footprints in the dust
for my blood curdling cry
one she loves to find
and when she catches me
I am raptured by a sinister smile
and her wicked mind
when it rains, I’m alive
an animal that dances with the storm
and doesn’t hide
until that persecuted hour
when the moon arrives
revealing her intentions
she’s the...
because it washes my tracks away
and drowns my tortured soul
in droplets from the sky
the huntress comes in the dead of night
searching far and wide
for tiny footprints in the dust
for my blood curdling cry
one she loves to find
and when she catches me
I am raptured by a sinister smile
and her wicked mind
when it rains, I’m alive
an animal that dances with the storm
and doesn’t hide
until that persecuted hour
when the moon arrives
revealing her intentions
she’s the...
#evil
#rain
#night #escape
#night #escape
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cabcool
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 5:37pm
4th Nov 2019 5:37pm
sunset
golden
shades of evening
measure out another
day that time can ne’er recover
a m e n
© Copyright 2019 November 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
shades of evening
measure out another
day that time can ne’er recover
a m e n
© Copyright 2019 November 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#sky
#night
#nature
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4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 5:00am
4th Nov 2019 5:00am
Hell-Bent Earth'World
saying say pleas
enunciate the joke
more precisely
for the benefit of they
who listen
preoccupied with the timbre
of the echos voiced by themSelves alone.
(many of us stay resolutely in this mode....many/most)
for all the crying out loud that I am, any moments of joy will
be subject of the grief for my child who is lost to this world
among so many dead via a soon to be...
enunciate the joke
more precisely
for the benefit of they
who listen
preoccupied with the timbre
of the echos voiced by themSelves alone.
(many of us stay resolutely in this mode....many/most)
for all the crying out loud that I am, any moments of joy will
be subject of the grief for my child who is lost to this world
among so many dead via a soon to be...
#earth
#universe
#night
#evolution
#determination
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
4th Nov 2019 2:16am
4th Nov 2019 2:16am
Cresent Hooked
Before me now. Before my very sight.
A boulder sits, hovering in the sky.
So strange. So loved.
Fixated in place, as i, fixate on it.
How does it dance?
Smokes pours into my lungs.
It cannot stay.
To release like crumbling of a dam.
Flooded to dissipate.
The heat from this sphere, it bares too much.
I shade my eyes.
I wipe my brow.
I've had enough.
Santer into the comfort of my damp cave.
Trilobytes that remind me of old tastes.
How they revere without knowing behind locked doors. ...
A boulder sits, hovering in the sky.
So strange. So loved.
Fixated in place, as i, fixate on it.
How does it dance?
Smokes pours into my lungs.
It cannot stay.
To release like crumbling of a dam.
Flooded to dissipate.
The heat from this sphere, it bares too much.
I shade my eyes.
I wipe my brow.
I've had enough.
Santer into the comfort of my damp cave.
Trilobytes that remind me of old tastes.
How they revere without knowing behind locked doors. ...
#moon
#night
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 8:16am
3rd Nov 2019 8:16am
Fahrenheit
103.2°F/ 39.55°C
With me full drenched in my sick bed,
He murmurs, filled with a deep dread.
And cradles my head in his lap
As I still shake in fever’s trap.
Then weeping he descends in tears.
But all the same, I am still here,
I’ve battled hard between the years
I haven’t much time left, I fear.
But I am here a while I trust,
I need my faith in Christ, I must.
When things are bad the way is hard,
We walk and bleed as many scars.
My mental wanderings in place
See this much distance and...
With me full drenched in my sick bed,
He murmurs, filled with a deep dread.
And cradles my head in his lap
As I still shake in fever’s trap.
Then weeping he descends in tears.
But all the same, I am still here,
I’ve battled hard between the years
I haven’t much time left, I fear.
But I am here a while I trust,
I need my faith in Christ, I must.
When things are bad the way is hard,
We walk and bleed as many scars.
My mental wanderings in place
See this much distance and...
#love
#dreams
#night
#lover
#illness
100 reads
23 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 4:03am
2nd Nov 2019 4:03am
Middle Of The Night
The sensual summoning
of these unrestricted hours,
while we occupy
seperate beds
these dimensions converge
to awake us
in exact unison,
beneath the nightie
the trickle of syrup
tapped by a subconscious trigger,
bolting my cock skyward
the awareness of that distant taste
before the fitting,
the only freedom we have
aligned by a moment
where the arousal
defies space and time
where nothing is forbidden
and nobody hurts;
truly present to travel
as we stroke ourselves
to meet on that astral...
of these unrestricted hours,
while we occupy
seperate beds
these dimensions converge
to awake us
in exact unison,
beneath the nightie
the trickle of syrup
tapped by a subconscious trigger,
bolting my cock skyward
the awareness of that distant taste
before the fitting,
the only freedom we have
aligned by a moment
where the arousal
defies space and time
where nothing is forbidden
and nobody hurts;
truly present to travel
as we stroke ourselves
to meet on that astral...
#happiness
#lust
#dreams #night
#dreams #night
220 reads
4 Comments
PressedFlower
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 00:54am
2nd Nov 2019 00:54am
2018 19 September
Read my things
You can never really know someone
Smooth talker
Fast walker
have you seen the night the light
taken from street lights
act normal
realize the false world
even they sense it
the sun is coming up heathens return to bed
evenly making steps
great people attain greatness in common ways
no human is perfect
why are you acting like you are
This is me but only what I want
to remeber
Good Luck
You can never really know someone
Smooth talker
Fast walker
have you seen the night the light
taken from street lights
act normal
realize the false world
even they sense it
the sun is coming up heathens return to bed
evenly making steps
great people attain greatness in common ways
no human is perfect
why are you acting like you are
This is me but only what I want
to remeber
Good Luck
#night
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Tenderloin
Poem Published
1st Nov 2019 1:16am
1st Nov 2019 1:16am
Sugar In The System
After the bag of treasures
works them into a jittery rush,
the children will succumb
to the comfort of warm sheets
while rain hammers the roof
Although a wet excursion
through the labyrinth
of a wet neighbourhood,
excitement protects them
from the damp reality
and a pillowcase of treats
is potent motivation
to ignore such matters
I fall into the vertical world
reflecting on the clusters
of costumed kids and wide smiles
and my own pleasure
of absorbing that energy
I can forget about the...
works them into a jittery rush,
the children will succumb
to the comfort of warm sheets
while rain hammers the roof
Although a wet excursion
through the labyrinth
of a wet neighbourhood,
excitement protects them
from the damp reality
and a pillowcase of treats
is potent motivation
to ignore such matters
I fall into the vertical world
reflecting on the clusters
of costumed kids and wide smiles
and my own pleasure
of absorbing that energy
I can forget about the...
#happiness
#night
#Halloween
49 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Night Poems
