Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:46pm
Yesterday 2:46pm
The Light of Night How Soft – Sonnet Eighteen
The light of night how soft, considered here
Abundant, overwhelmed by true dark’s course,
The loss of life, the loss of light’s cohere,
The loss of night must then be death’s endorse.
The night seems rare in guise of light, not dark,
A place of hope against the unresolved,
A hope against the come of grave’s remark,
The night of love’s enlace and sins’ absolve.
In deeps of time, my many lives are lost,
In shadows of their livings’ undone ends,
For ever intimates exact a cost,
My costs, where thousand nights hold no...
Abundant, overwhelmed by true dark’s course,
The loss of life, the loss of light’s cohere,
The loss of night must then be death’s endorse.
The night seems rare in guise of light, not dark,
A place of hope against the unresolved,
A hope against the come of grave’s remark,
The night of love’s enlace and sins’ absolve.
In deeps of time, my many lives are lost,
In shadows of their livings’ undone ends,
For ever intimates exact a cost,
My costs, where thousand nights hold no...
#love
#death
#night #sonnet
#night #sonnet
22 reads
3 Comments
Takue
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:34pm
Yesterday 1:34pm
Love like a moon
Love like a moon
That shines as a polished spoon
It wakes in the dead of night
Resurrecting the streets
back to life
Unafraid of loss
It pours its pure light
till the night thaws
Dispersing wild imaginations
that spill in the dark rooms
of the juveniles
Reassuring the timid souls
That even in the darkest times
They is always a knight
in shining armour
That shines as a polished spoon
It wakes in the dead of night
Resurrecting the streets
back to life
Unafraid of loss
It pours its pure light
till the night thaws
Dispersing wild imaginations
that spill in the dark rooms
of the juveniles
Reassuring the timid souls
That even in the darkest times
They is always a knight
in shining armour
#moon
#night
19 reads
0 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th May 2019 10:50pm
17th May 2019 10:50pm
Distant Bells
The church bells ring
Chimes from afar
Fanfares, near whispers
A choir of angels
Sounds that carry over the river
Through the fields
As the sun sets
Painting the sky magenta
Chimes from afar
Fanfares, near whispers
A choir of angels
Sounds that carry over the river
Through the fields
As the sun sets
Painting the sky magenta
#countryside
#night
10 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
16th May 2019 10:49pm
16th May 2019 10:49pm
Tenacious
Trampled on dreams
refusing to die
grabbing onto the
side of life
holding on,
can't let go
even though
I want to,
I still don't
that has to count
for something.
refusing to die
grabbing onto the
side of life
holding on,
can't let go
even though
I want to,
I still don't
that has to count
for something.
#rain
#night
38 reads
8 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
15th May 2019 1:07pm
15th May 2019 1:07pm
Sell Me Your Ship
Promises of new tomorrows
no more sorrows or heartbreak
sounds great, sounds really hollow
but they are promises nonetheless
the kind made at 3AM when spirits
are high and so are we on many things,
words being shot into the heart
missing the brain because it's too smart.
no more sorrows or heartbreak
sounds great, sounds really hollow
but they are promises nonetheless
the kind made at 3AM when spirits
are high and so are we on many things,
words being shot into the heart
missing the brain because it's too smart.
#forest
#night
39 reads
2 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
13th May 2019 5:51pm
13th May 2019 5:51pm
Haiku #27 ...cycles...
daybreak arrives on
nacreous paws...darkness descends
with crepuscular jaws
nacreous paws...darkness descends
with crepuscular jaws
#sun
#night
#haiku
24 reads
4 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
12th May 2019 5:34pm
12th May 2019 5:34pm
Memories on a Moonlit Deck
Dancing with moonbeams,
Dancing over streams,
Fireflies fly,
Lazily by,
Just out of reach,
For each,
Of my little hands,
Running through the woodlands.
With times like this,
Through memory's kiss,
I still feel as though I were twelve again
(Helps I still look twelve, though I couldn't complain).
Moonbeams dance, and play,
Through the trees, and to this day,
I see them every night,
Whether I'm filled with happiness or with fright.
The moonlit deck of a vessel on the high seas,
Or through a...
Dancing over streams,
Fireflies fly,
Lazily by,
Just out of reach,
For each,
Of my little hands,
Running through the woodlands.
With times like this,
Through memory's kiss,
I still feel as though I were twelve again
(Helps I still look twelve, though I couldn't complain).
Moonbeams dance, and play,
Through the trees, and to this day,
I see them every night,
Whether I'm filled with happiness or with fright.
The moonlit deck of a vessel on the high seas,
Or through a...
#LifeStruggles
#sea
#moon
#night
#memories
28 reads
3 Comments
gazellemon
Bradley J
Bradley J
Poem Published
12th May 2019 4:29pm
12th May 2019 4:29pm
Go (Instrumental by ROSE)
I'm
Ready to go
Straight to floor with it
No ending I go got twisted
I'm
Ready to go
Straight to floor with it
No ending I go got twisted
-
Burn the cross as saviors die
Hold the thought then cut the line
Cut it all up then peal right it back
Keep it G'd up we fuck I'm on that
Shattering mind ya may like right
Only one left but fade with the night
Blowback under pressure
Tempt to test me tell my brother let me
-
Creep I'm coming off the knife ...
Ready to go
Straight to floor with it
No ending I go got twisted
I'm
Ready to go
Straight to floor with it
No ending I go got twisted
-
Burn the cross as saviors die
Hold the thought then cut the line
Cut it all up then peal right it back
Keep it G'd up we fuck I'm on that
Shattering mind ya may like right
Only one left but fade with the night
Blowback under pressure
Tempt to test me tell my brother let me
-
Creep I'm coming off the knife ...
#dark
#death
#evil
#night
#shadows
65 reads
0 Comments
Wanderer_Mahmud
Poem Published
11th May 2019 8:45am
11th May 2019 8:45am
Constellation lullaby
Waning moon eclipsed neath stars,
Thoughts provoked fascination.
The sleep nigh in witching hours,
A traveller roams in desperation.
Specks a light in shade of grandiose,
A momentary lapse in time.
Repeats nights of breaking dawn,
Grant him sleep, grant him chime.
Remorse a treason in space,
Nergal sips deep.
Ending of a cosmic wander,
Mind lays the keep.
Thoughts provoked fascination.
The sleep nigh in witching hours,
A traveller roams in desperation.
Specks a light in shade of grandiose,
A momentary lapse in time.
Repeats nights of breaking dawn,
Grant him sleep, grant him chime.
Remorse a treason in space,
Nergal sips deep.
Ending of a cosmic wander,
Mind lays the keep.
#dreams
#night
#sleep
31 reads
6 Comments
shannonJane
Poem Published
10th May 2019 11:23pm
10th May 2019 11:23pm
You us and the moon.
Trace this moonlight my dear with those dazzling eyes.
Enchant your soul into the night sky.
See how thousands of lights shine so bright.
Dance in the moon beams that fall upon your skin.
Smile all the from within my love.
Breathe it all in, the whole universe.
It's laying in your eyes staring into the midnight sky.
Elgant sounds pass us by.
From cars, to wind, to factory's and dogs.
The neighbourhood we love.
Let it come alive, even at night.
Let your love fly...
Enchant your soul into the night sky.
See how thousands of lights shine so bright.
Dance in the moon beams that fall upon your skin.
Smile all the from within my love.
Breathe it all in, the whole universe.
It's laying in your eyes staring into the midnight sky.
Elgant sounds pass us by.
From cars, to wind, to factory's and dogs.
The neighbourhood we love.
Let it come alive, even at night.
Let your love fly...
#moon
#night
#faith
35 reads
2 Comments
DevlinDLC
Poem Published
9th May 2019 8:41am
9th May 2019 8:41am
a gutter hearse of poetry
door locks
against a heavy dead'bolt
of coked out mascara
she see's nothing but trauma & shadows
all painted a flesh bourbon black;
liquid burns, yet baptizes her throat
in a solo cup
and these powered eagles and these junked'out sparrows
with their little claw'less
limb'less claws bleed
her flesh in scarlet brail; a dead woman's
eyes cannot see far beyond
the designer body bags; breath discriminates in gucci foul
and this light she sees tunneling ever so far
and so close consume...
against a heavy dead'bolt
of coked out mascara
she see's nothing but trauma & shadows
all painted a flesh bourbon black;
liquid burns, yet baptizes her throat
in a solo cup
and these powered eagles and these junked'out sparrows
with their little claw'less
limb'less claws bleed
her flesh in scarlet brail; a dead woman's
eyes cannot see far beyond
the designer body bags; breath discriminates in gucci foul
and this light she sees tunneling ever so far
and so close consume...
#night
132 reads
22 Comments
StRaven
Poem Published
9th May 2019 1:07am
9th May 2019 1:07am
3:24am
3:24 am
Possibly drunk text from friend:
"I failed, but I am on my way."
Leaves me awake,
Watching the rising druid moon playing hide and seek
between trees and clouds on the hill top,
Distorted through aged glass,
Caught between light and dark,
She has me contemplating,
The solid/liquid state of things.
Possibly drunk text from friend:
"I failed, but I am on my way."
Leaves me awake,
Watching the rising druid moon playing hide and seek
between trees and clouds on the hill top,
Distorted through aged glass,
Caught between light and dark,
She has me contemplating,
The solid/liquid state of things.
#night
31 reads
1 Comment
DU Poetry : Night Poems
