Poems About the Night Seeking Honest Critique
#night
Poems about the night seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Willful
Sigh to touch the night
frightening and immence
A vast energy willing you in
comes upon you fast
While you stand alone in an open field
hairs on your head stand on end
and you're aware you're in its presence
potential announced
it gives you a glower
So much intimidating power
cruel in its intentions
Your gut tenses
midnight has you
A blood moon watchs on longingly
willing to show you its intensity
quiet and deadly it moves across you like a breeze
calling you to the outer...
frightening and immence
A vast energy willing you in
comes upon you fast
While you stand alone in an open field
hairs on your head stand on end
and you're aware you're in its presence
potential announced
it gives you a glower
So much intimidating power
cruel in its intentions
Your gut tenses
midnight has you
A blood moon watchs on longingly
willing to show you its intensity
quiet and deadly it moves across you like a breeze
calling you to the outer...
#night
#God
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nightmusic
There is music in the air, music all around us; the world is
full of it, and you simply take as much as you require.”
—Edward Elgar
night’s keen baton keeps perfect time,
to suck lithe rhythm and pastel rhyme
from heav’n’s nocturnal stores.
shrill crickets play their piccolos,
the bamboo—flutes the warm wind blows,
that echo on the shores.
owl bugles from dark caverns shoot,
as though, wide-eyed, they gave a hoot
who answers to their whoo?
frog tremolos at cadence-points
the evening’s gaiety anoints...
full of it, and you simply take as much as you require.”
—Edward Elgar
night’s keen baton keeps perfect time,
to suck lithe rhythm and pastel rhyme
from heav’n’s nocturnal stores.
shrill crickets play their piccolos,
the bamboo—flutes the warm wind blows,
that echo on the shores.
owl bugles from dark caverns shoot,
as though, wide-eyed, they gave a hoot
who answers to their whoo?
frog tremolos at cadence-points
the evening’s gaiety anoints...
#animals
#night
#nature
#music
#lyrics
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4 Comments
I Watch the Night
As dawn approaches
The cold winter mountain air whispers
Everything else whether near or far is silent
Every living creature seem lost in their dreams until the break of day
The gloom of the night slowly fades away
As the dark sky begins to turn a different hue
The loneliness lurking in that stillness like a ghost
Rustles through the trees with a hum resonating through mind and time
The cold lingers with a harsh chill to the bones
While the lights from the stars languish in the distance
Soon the rest of the world will awake to...
The cold winter mountain air whispers
Everything else whether near or far is silent
Every living creature seem lost in their dreams until the break of day
The gloom of the night slowly fades away
As the dark sky begins to turn a different hue
The loneliness lurking in that stillness like a ghost
Rustles through the trees with a hum resonating through mind and time
The cold lingers with a harsh chill to the bones
While the lights from the stars languish in the distance
Soon the rest of the world will awake to...
#hope
#winter
#night #nature
#night #nature
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Nightfall
There's nothing like November sun,
if billows will allow,
when westerlies are on the run
before the schooner prow...
as if to race the chariot,
at Apollo's command,
in beauty multivariate
above the sea and land.
And by the blaze of stellar beams
old autumn dies in gold
to set the tone for winter dreams
in polar vortex cold;
that deepest cold, where Phoebus sleeps,
and skies turn chasm blue
when argent tinsel starlight creeps...
into empyreal view!
if billows will allow,
when westerlies are on the run
before the schooner prow...
as if to race the chariot,
at Apollo's command,
in beauty multivariate
above the sea and land.
And by the blaze of stellar beams
old autumn dies in gold
to set the tone for winter dreams
in polar vortex cold;
that deepest cold, where Phoebus sleeps,
and skies turn chasm blue
when argent tinsel starlight creeps...
into empyreal view!
#sun
#sky
#fall #night
#fall #night
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Scene casting 1
In the village, scarcely a mile from a city,
where fumes of cars seem less apparent,
where stars are more visible, the freckles of space,
the nicotiana lingers,
opens pale petals ready
to greet the bleak Moon.
An Atlas moth will hover,
wings half dipping,
dripping in shadows,
partially exposed.
The streetlight will lean,
over a pea-green rover,
made somewhere between
nineteen fifty-eight and seventy-three.
The man who drives it is quiet,
Scottish, five nine,
walks a Red Setter
with sunset to...
where fumes of cars seem less apparent,
where stars are more visible, the freckles of space,
the nicotiana lingers,
opens pale petals ready
to greet the bleak Moon.
An Atlas moth will hover,
wings half dipping,
dripping in shadows,
partially exposed.
The streetlight will lean,
over a pea-green rover,
made somewhere between
nineteen fifty-eight and seventy-three.
The man who drives it is quiet,
Scottish, five nine,
walks a Red Setter
with sunset to...
#home
#dogs
#night #water
#night #water
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night is a golden dream
Poems of Innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 2. night is a golden dream
night is a golden dream
scarce bursting at the seam
bound by insomnia
and paranoia
a pillow full of pain
yielding no restful gain
the weary soul would seek
or solace for the meek
for in day's interim
when full you waxed of whim
you loved yourself alone
...
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 2. night is a golden dream
night is a golden dream
scarce bursting at the seam
bound by insomnia
and paranoia
a pillow full of pain
yielding no restful gain
the weary soul would seek
or solace for the meek
for in day's interim
when full you waxed of whim
you loved yourself alone
...
#dreams
#night
#insomnia #sleep
#insomnia #sleep
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Luna Orionid
Across the zenith she progressed
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
with proud Orion just below
and in the full sky angel glow
slowly turning forever west,
through straying whiffs of vapored air,
imperceptibly suspended
in a matrix, halo splendid,
where only proper spirits dare
to slow the hunter's meteors...
blazing through diaphanous gold
and quenched in stratospheric cold,
like honey on plasmatic smores!
Which all the gods are sure to eat
since constellations need no meat:)
#moon
#fall
#night #Halloween
#night #Halloween
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Athena!
The moon and huntress are a team
and woe to he who heeds them not
in all facets of his manly thought
or in every fever pitch dream
where the lady of the hour
demonstrates all but she are stupid,
and even dominates Cupid
with all of her nocturnal power!
She! Enchantress unparalleled,
who flirts with Jove himself at times
when his meridian sublimes
and thereby is no longer withheld
from the glory of her pale sphere...
and game safe far...or fatefully near!
and woe to he who heeds them not
in all facets of his manly thought
or in every fever pitch dream
where the lady of the hour
demonstrates all but she are stupid,
and even dominates Cupid
with all of her nocturnal power!
She! Enchantress unparalleled,
who flirts with Jove himself at times
when his meridian sublimes
and thereby is no longer withheld
from the glory of her pale sphere...
and game safe far...or fatefully near!
#love
#moon
#night
#mythology
#pagan
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Immanence
In crystal cratered clarity
a newly waning moon arose
delighting wordsmith Romeos
with gibbous luminosity,
whereby hypnosis comes and goes
to give the soul the space it needs,
where contemplation interbreeds
with all the light fair Luna throws...
and in that mix of thought and beam
and nearby candle powered page,
comes the glory, in any age,
of muse commixture with a dream...
and all the latent promise of
some lunar gold and midnight love!
a newly waning moon arose
delighting wordsmith Romeos
with gibbous luminosity,
whereby hypnosis comes and goes
to give the soul the space it needs,
where contemplation interbreeds
with all the light fair Luna throws...
and in that mix of thought and beam
and nearby candle powered page,
comes the glory, in any age,
of muse commixture with a dream...
and all the latent promise of
some lunar gold and midnight love!
#moon
#sky
#night
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2 Comments
Hecatean Pursuits

#moon
#night
#TruthOfLife
#evolution
#witches
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In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
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25 Comments
Burial
The light
reflects off the concrete,
onto the undercarriage
of a shuttlecock fern,
pond drippings play Fs and G minors
a rose reaches,
smattered in thorns,
to become celestial,
a part of the constellation
it's ever denied.
Stars do not grace us,
muddied , encased in an overcast scene.
Loose strife continues,
unyielding to wind
nor to rain
nor to the decaying that continues,
relentless within her marrow.
A mirrorball catches shadows,
and the sky, she rains
as if bereft or relinquishing,
or...
reflects off the concrete,
onto the undercarriage
of a shuttlecock fern,
pond drippings play Fs and G minors
a rose reaches,
smattered in thorns,
to become celestial,
a part of the constellation
it's ever denied.
Stars do not grace us,
muddied , encased in an overcast scene.
Loose strife continues,
unyielding to wind
nor to rain
nor to the decaying that continues,
relentless within her marrow.
A mirrorball catches shadows,
and the sky, she rains
as if bereft or relinquishing,
or...
#night
#water
#nature
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Night Seeking Honest Critique