youngpoetdreams
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:47pm
Yesterday 7:47pm
Stars
Before the sun begins to fade away
The light so soft and elegant tonight
As stars they dance awaiting for the day
So beautiful and bashful in their light
As a painting blooming in the night sky
With the intention of celebrating
and giving the gift and the hope to fly
Visual beauty commemorating
They entrap my dreams and revive my mind
my eyes are caught within what they portray
Illuminating the sights that I find
Twisting my thoughts into a jangled fray
The sun is peaking, revealing morning
So for now the stars will wait in...
The light so soft and elegant tonight
As stars they dance awaiting for the day
So beautiful and bashful in their light
As a painting blooming in the night sky
With the intention of celebrating
and giving the gift and the hope to fly
Visual beauty commemorating
They entrap my dreams and revive my mind
my eyes are caught within what they portray
Illuminating the sights that I find
Twisting my thoughts into a jangled fray
The sun is peaking, revealing morning
So for now the stars will wait in...
#dreams
#stars
#night
10 reads
1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
19th Sep 2019 00:25am
19th Sep 2019 00:25am
7755505
I will take that suicide
and show you a murder,
all I need is time.
and show you a murder,
all I need is time.
#dark
#death
#night
28 reads
2 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
18th Sep 2019 7:23pm
18th Sep 2019 7:23pm
Nights To Remember
She was filled with darkness
in a most alluring kind of way
I couldn't see where I was going
but I knew I just had to
stay, off the execution
of anonymity
in this, a cold cold cruel day
she lit my fires
even when, winds circled and laid
down upon my desire
and desperation
lost, I was, a filler
until fate held me tight
breaths relished in the macroment
relented then eased
gently warming lips
caressed corners, simple, complete
~~
light flickered thru an unclothed...
in a most alluring kind of way
I couldn't see where I was going
but I knew I just had to
stay, off the execution
of anonymity
in this, a cold cold cruel day
she lit my fires
even when, winds circled and laid
down upon my desire
and desperation
lost, I was, a filler
until fate held me tight
breaths relished in the macroment
relented then eased
gently warming lips
caressed corners, simple, complete
~~
light flickered thru an unclothed...
#dark
#beauty
#night
41 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Sep 2019 10:18pm
17th Sep 2019 10:18pm
September
A crimson sunset
An autumn glow
A shorter evening
Chilly but fresh
Birds chatter in hedges and trees
A natural orchestra, a choir
And then all is still
The birds have stopped
Silence falls
Calming as the daylight fades away
An autumn glow
A shorter evening
Chilly but fresh
Birds chatter in hedges and trees
A natural orchestra, a choir
And then all is still
The birds have stopped
Silence falls
Calming as the daylight fades away
#night
#nature
#peace
24 reads
6 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 2:47pm
15th Sep 2019 2:47pm
reluctant dawn
~~
in silence I stood
neath a darkened sky
lost in thought
drenched in liquid shadows
as they played across the lawn
some nights too long linger
caught in a downward draft
and morning was reluctant to dawn
an indolent sun still in its bed
strangely loathe to rise
skeletal limbs spread overhead
glimpses of sulky blue
lurking
in the lacework stretched above
and I felt daylight stir
shift & sigh
as morning slowly grew
another rising
imbued
by the moon
~~~
in silence I stood
neath a darkened sky
lost in thought
drenched in liquid shadows
as they played across the lawn
some nights too long linger
caught in a downward draft
and morning was reluctant to dawn
an indolent sun still in its bed
strangely loathe to rise
skeletal limbs spread overhead
glimpses of sulky blue
lurking
in the lacework stretched above
and I felt daylight stir
shift & sigh
as morning slowly grew
another rising
imbued
by the moon
~~~
#sadness
#hope
#beauty
#morning
#night
49 reads
5 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 8:12am
14th Sep 2019 8:12am
Confession: The Choice I Would Never Make
Heavenly choir sings,
And so plays the strings,
As in my ears it rings,
All too true,
It makes me blue.
Sometimes, when I hear certain songs,
Even though there's no wrongs,
In my life, or the music,
It gives me a feeling tragic.
I feel no bitterness, or resentment,
But this, I lament,
Sometimes when I listen to certain songs,
I get not just butterflies, but also a feeling as if it grabs me like prongs.
A feeling...as if I want to pack a bag, and just run...
Run...run...run.
Why do I feel this way? ...
And so plays the strings,
As in my ears it rings,
All too true,
It makes me blue.
Sometimes, when I hear certain songs,
Even though there's no wrongs,
In my life, or the music,
It gives me a feeling tragic.
I feel no bitterness, or resentment,
But this, I lament,
Sometimes when I listen to certain songs,
I get not just butterflies, but also a feeling as if it grabs me like prongs.
A feeling...as if I want to pack a bag, and just run...
Run...run...run.
Why do I feel this way? ...
#sadness
#night
#music
#escape
#separation
24 reads
1 Comment
Tenderloin
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:15am
14th Sep 2019 5:15am
The Company Of Rain
Tears ping the tin roof
following the eruption
falling faster
the frantic release
unstoppable
dancing above
the duvet
swaddled to bare skin
lulled by the cacophony
evading the chill
in this warm bed
slightly awake
but heavy-lidded
aware of an absence
and buried in pillows
following the eruption
falling faster
the frantic release
unstoppable
dancing above
the duvet
swaddled to bare skin
lulled by the cacophony
evading the chill
in this warm bed
slightly awake
but heavy-lidded
aware of an absence
and buried in pillows
#loneliness
#rain
#night #SelfReflection
#night #SelfReflection
40 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
13th Sep 2019 7:40pm
Deep In The Night
Deep In The Night
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
Gossamer, dream-like, your fingers dance, lithe and feathery as a cloud, across the humming harp strings of my body. With the sacrament of your touch, my spirit sighs. My desire forms my response in the shape of my hand arcing gently down your spine. How I long to breathe your redolent perfume, like the aroma of bloody red wine, to linger wrapped in your silent embrace, until the stars overhead wax rhapsodic echoed by our duet of dulcet warbles until we find a sort of freedom, in which love can grow, only to hear your soft whisper echoing across the chambers of...
#love
#night
#nature
#mythology
#sensual
57 reads
5 Comments
FromTheAsh
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 10:41am
13th Sep 2019 10:41am
moon-kissed bliss
moonlight slants through swaying branches
gossamer lacing
‘neath welkin expanse
highlighting the body of their naked longing
as they move in harmony
two wild beings among the trees
starlight dancing
lithe upon restless water
dulcet whispers
speaking love into the night
this is the soundtrack
setting the mood for their groove
their breath a language all its own
rhapsodic & hypnotic
understood only by nature
as inhalations pull inward
raw & gasping
silken night redolent
with...
gossamer lacing
‘neath welkin expanse
highlighting the body of their naked longing
as they move in harmony
two wild beings among the trees
starlight dancing
lithe upon restless water
dulcet whispers
speaking love into the night
this is the soundtrack
setting the mood for their groove
their breath a language all its own
rhapsodic & hypnotic
understood only by nature
as inhalations pull inward
raw & gasping
silken night redolent
with...
#moon
#night
#sensual
192 reads
12 Comments
ashw
Poem Published
13th Sep 2019 2:06am
13th Sep 2019 2:06am
Precipice
I find myself on uncertain ground
Straddling an impossible horizon
On one side is day, where my consciousness thrives
On the other is night, where fatigue claims its prize
For years, it seems, I have longed for sleep
For a reprieve from wakefulness and the sun's piercing light
But now, as I stand astride this unlikely fission
I fear what awaits within night's unyielding prison
The darkness has beckoned, calling me forth
Even now its sweet siren reigns down on my soul
Oh, to just close my eyes and let my thoughts be...
Straddling an impossible horizon
On one side is day, where my consciousness thrives
On the other is night, where fatigue claims its prize
For years, it seems, I have longed for sleep
For a reprieve from wakefulness and the sun's piercing light
But now, as I stand astride this unlikely fission
I fear what awaits within night's unyielding prison
The darkness has beckoned, calling me forth
Even now its sweet siren reigns down on my soul
Oh, to just close my eyes and let my thoughts be...
#depression
#loneliness
#night
#despair
#emptiness
92 reads
0 Comments
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 11:39pm
12th Sep 2019 11:39pm
elysian impinging
In the sultry skin-hot evening
Selene rose in Her fullness
& Glory beaming
over the desert beach
where the arid sea bore
no wet
Textile worshippers clothed
among us Pagan Witches --
they transgress with sweat
covered thatch & tissue
tumbling over one another
with the grace of a tavern
sop
We will not allow these
Interlopers to spoil our fun
our ritual to our Goddess
No, they will not topple
over our rites
No trampling upon tenets
Selene’s shine and magick
Is near...
Selene rose in Her fullness
& Glory beaming
over the desert beach
where the arid sea bore
no wet
Textile worshippers clothed
among us Pagan Witches --
they transgress with sweat
covered thatch & tissue
tumbling over one another
with the grace of a tavern
sop
We will not allow these
Interlopers to spoil our fun
our ritual to our Goddess
No, they will not topple
over our rites
No trampling upon tenets
Selene’s shine and magick
Is near...
#moon
#night
#pagan
#magic
#witches
123 reads
25 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
12th Sep 2019 10:14pm
12th Sep 2019 10:14pm
Autumn Dusk
silver shadows sweep the shore
blending with the mist
the sea silent
virtually unseen in the dark
rain spits across the sand
a downpour
the start of a gale
the hours pass
dawn, a new day
the people are cold and hungry
they carry torches and flasks
as they search for the missing couple
blending with the mist
the sea silent
virtually unseen in the dark
rain spits across the sand
a downpour
the start of a gale
the hours pass
dawn, a new day
the people are cold and hungry
they carry torches and flasks
as they search for the missing couple
#anxiety
#night
#FeelingLost
52 reads
7 Comments
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