Poems About the Night Seeking Friendly Advice
#night
Poems about the night seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Peaceful Thrill
The crabapple tree,
barren of a single leaf's life.
But instead, was elegantly bathed
in pale soft moonlight.
Helpless was my famished sight.
It began as a trance of delight
Sometimes it's the mere daylight
that frightens.
While the newborn night enlightens.
The quiet still seeps into me
A peaceful thrill.
My violet veins seize.
There needs to be a greed for peace.
barren of a single leaf's life.
But instead, was elegantly bathed
in pale soft moonlight.
Helpless was my famished sight.
It began as a trance of delight
Sometimes it's the mere daylight
that frightens.
While the newborn night enlightens.
The quiet still seeps into me
A peaceful thrill.
My violet veins seize.
There needs to be a greed for peace.
#night
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Bride
The castle
said to be centuries old.
Was lodged between the bluff
and the motionless sea.
Where many have stood
clutching their need to flee.
The jetting black towers are severe
and stab the dense foggy sky.
The dark is watching with
her neon midnight blue eyes.
Something
Or someone who died
is half alive.
Haunting she will be the bride.
said to be centuries old.
Was lodged between the bluff
and the motionless sea.
Where many have stood
clutching their need to flee.
The jetting black towers are severe
and stab the dense foggy sky.
The dark is watching with
her neon midnight blue eyes.
Something
Or someone who died
is half alive.
Haunting she will be the bride.
#night
#ghosts
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sleeping in nature
fairest of evening skies
i sleep beneath you,
in silent fields
while stars
watch from above,
and the darkness
covers me like silk.
i sleep beneath you,
in silent fields
while stars
watch from above,
and the darkness
covers me like silk.
#sky
#summer
#night
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haiku from the vegan blues café
haiku from the vegan blues café
blind golden boy
fills his cup of joy
with the blues
deep in Harlem
sax fifth of bourbon
for blue heaven
Latin Jazz wails
in Spanish Harlem midnight
for coconut blues
blue barbarians
strut the Goth jazz
for midnight Huns
flamingo artistes
paint Harlem pink
for the hepcat blues
blind golden boy
fills his cup of joy
with the blues
deep in Harlem
sax fifth of bourbon
for blue heaven
Latin Jazz wails
in Spanish Harlem midnight
for coconut blues
blue barbarians
strut the Goth jazz
for midnight Huns
flamingo artistes
paint Harlem pink
for the hepcat blues
#utopia
#night
#music
#food
#haiku
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mystery of night
I met
many people
came to
ejaculate
in the
candlelit room,
but
that white shadow
of your luxurious love
never allowed me to feel
a pleasant experience...
You always floating
in my eyes
by wearing wings
and disappear
into the lake
full of stars
as soon as
the sun's rays
fall on the earth...
many people
came to
ejaculate
in the
candlelit room,
but
that white shadow
of your luxurious love
never allowed me to feel
a pleasant experience...
You always floating
in my eyes
by wearing wings
and disappear
into the lake
full of stars
as soon as
the sun's rays
fall on the earth...
#night
#mystery
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Absence of Light
My screams, fiercely and recklessly,
thrust themselves into the starless sky.
Howls of despair became an inviting try.
It is fearfully unknown who or what may answer
from the den of the lachrymose night.
It's a different world in the charged absence of light.
The ghosts of my cries reverberate in heaven's valley,
and long linger down hell's burnt alley's.
Long before I knew self love would heal my life.
Annihilate my strife.
A dawning of hope now veins my soul with the missing light.
thrust themselves into the starless sky.
Howls of despair became an inviting try.
It is fearfully unknown who or what may answer
from the den of the lachrymose night.
It's a different world in the charged absence of light.
The ghosts of my cries reverberate in heaven's valley,
and long linger down hell's burnt alley's.
Long before I knew self love would heal my life.
Annihilate my strife.
A dawning of hope now veins my soul with the missing light.
#hope
#dark
#night
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(disobeying) stars
disobeying
the night's
command,
those stars
school
like fish
in fields
of their
earliest
convenience,
they
come hope
from angry
stomping,
they sling
spears at
the earth,
unloading
their hurt
in
the morning's
direction.
the night's
command,
those stars
school
like fish
in fields
of their
earliest
convenience,
they
come hope
from angry
stomping,
they sling
spears at
the earth,
unloading
their hurt
in
the morning's
direction.
#universe
#moon
#stars
#night
#evolution
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in the dark
i do love
the hidden
pleasures
of being
in the dark,
how should i
count my time,
minutes, hours,
sighs,
heartbeats,
i do feel free
to enter,
walking over
that threshold
still evolving,
treading through
memories,
untroubled,
this raw, safe
moment,
take me,
so, one by one
i put out
the stars,
i dim the moon
half lit.
the hidden
pleasures
of being
in the dark,
how should i
count my time,
minutes, hours,
sighs,
heartbeats,
i do feel free
to enter,
walking over
that threshold
still evolving,
treading through
memories,
untroubled,
this raw, safe
moment,
take me,
so, one by one
i put out
the stars,
i dim the moon
half lit.
#moon
#stars
#sky
#night
#nature
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The Wizard (Taken Part I)
Lustful dreams, kissed by the tongue of his infatuation
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons
Ecstasy resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by...
Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul, his rejuvenation
As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber
The ritual of my calling he beckons
Ecstasy resting, my skin tingling
Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar
Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull
Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance
Scorching love given by...
#dreams
#fairies
#sensual
#seductive
#night
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the past re visited
the past revisited
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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Insignificant
Always had been told I'm not alone
But in sorrow, I'm unaccompanied
In solitary, observing others live life
Whilst watching afar in a tower
People occasionally reach though
And it is always unwelcomed
Isolated from the beginning
Never kept others close, not by choice
Those who dwell nearby for a while
Begin to drift into the world
Leaving me behind and forgotten
Cannot blame those who leave
There wasn't much reason to stay
I hadn't allowed it
The one sole person shown
The depths of my soul
Chose...
But in sorrow, I'm unaccompanied
In solitary, observing others live life
Whilst watching afar in a tower
People occasionally reach though
And it is always unwelcomed
Isolated from the beginning
Never kept others close, not by choice
Those who dwell nearby for a while
Begin to drift into the world
Leaving me behind and forgotten
Cannot blame those who leave
There wasn't much reason to stay
I hadn't allowed it
The one sole person shown
The depths of my soul
Chose...
#depression
#grief
#night
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counting stars
it all
began
seemingly
innocent
enough,
that great
task,
to go
outside,
to count
the stars,
ones
that wait
just above
my head,
these pleasures
woke up
the moon,
it became
happy
woke up
the sun,
but he
was not
happy,
and now
waiting
on his
jealousy
to run
its course,
i will
get back
to counting
more stars
when
the sun
again
relents
his sky.
began
seemingly
innocent
enough,
that great
task,
to go
outside,
to count
the stars,
ones
that wait
just above
my head,
these pleasures
woke up
the moon,
it became
happy
woke up
the sun,
but he
was not
happy,
and now
waiting
on his
jealousy
to run
its course,
i will
get back
to counting
more stars
when
the sun
again
relents
his sky.
#sun
#stars
#sky
#morning
#night
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Night Seeking Friendly Advice