Poems About the Night Seeking Honest Critique
#night
Poems about the night seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Bad Brokn Pickiney
(Patois)
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.
Awl di wile di hungry belly hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.
Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.
Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.
Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.
Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot dehn slacknis.
Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna...
Sohm bad brokn pickiney lef dehn yaad a nite ahn kom a mi gietwiay fi mek up nize.
Awl di wile di hungry belly hulligan dem kom ya wid dem nahsi niegah style.
Di woklis gyal ahn bwoy dem heng out pahn di ruodside huol nite an chat nansense.
Di nizy-nizy pickiney dem noh respeck di peeple dem oo live roun ya.
Mi noh nuo weh mek dem pierence low dem fi goh pan di ruod lakka leggo beese.
Di ooman oo run di shap cliem sey shi a cristian, yet shi supuot dehn slacknis.
Shi hawba di parasite dem out ya caw shi wahn dem fi buy tings inna...
#children
#food
#hypocrisy
#night
#zombies
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Hellfire and Black Thunder
Above the field where flames do writhe
The heavens roar in tempest's might
A baleful wrath, both fierce and blithe
Cleave the shroud of endless night
The embers dance as a frenzied choir
As tongues of hell their torches raise
While thunder's drum, a voice of ire
Resounds across the starless haze
Charred expanse, a scarred domain
Lies drenched in hues of molten red
Where shadow’s kin and ash remain
In solemn pact with the dread overhead
No mortal eye such sights may bear
Nor soul endure the vengeful gale ...
The heavens roar in tempest's might
A baleful wrath, both fierce and blithe
Cleave the shroud of endless night
The embers dance as a frenzied choir
As tongues of hell their torches raise
While thunder's drum, a voice of ire
Resounds across the starless haze
Charred expanse, a scarred domain
Lies drenched in hues of molten red
Where shadow’s kin and ash remain
In solemn pact with the dread overhead
No mortal eye such sights may bear
Nor soul endure the vengeful gale ...
#dark
#fire
#night
#shadows
#sky
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Avant Fantasia Nox
Lo, 'twas in dream’s abyssal shade I stray’d
Where no sun’s fair hand the dark allay’d
A vast and formless void did yawn
Bereft of stars, nor heralded dawn
Yet in that gloom, a beauty dire did dwell
A chasm deep, an unspoken spell
A melody strange, unearthly and dread
By mortal ear ne’er safely read
The air did quiver thick with might
Aether’s breath, both sweet and blight
Forms unshapen in the murk did glide
Neither flesh nor spirit, but worlds beside
Most who glimpse such alien grace
Would flee in haste...
Where no sun’s fair hand the dark allay’d
A vast and formless void did yawn
Bereft of stars, nor heralded dawn
Yet in that gloom, a beauty dire did dwell
A chasm deep, an unspoken spell
A melody strange, unearthly and dread
By mortal ear ne’er safely read
The air did quiver thick with might
Aether’s breath, both sweet and blight
Forms unshapen in the murk did glide
Neither flesh nor spirit, but worlds beside
Most who glimpse such alien grace
Would flee in haste...
#astronomy
#dreams
#night
#shadows
#universe
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Usurper of Cosmic Tides
Lo, beneath the vault of yon heavens rend
Where aether’s weave in twain was cruelly split
Did planes unbidden sunder, twist, and blend
And realms of mortal ken to chaos flit
A harvest grim, by blood and bane besought
Was wrought upon those cursed forbidden fields
Where shards of divinity lay broken and fraught
Cloven, yet vast puissance still they yield
What ancient seals were forged in elder days
To keep the light from touching dread’s domain
Now sunder’d lie, as horror lifts its gaze
And cursed shapes do tread where none...
Where aether’s weave in twain was cruelly split
Did planes unbidden sunder, twist, and blend
And realms of mortal ken to chaos flit
A harvest grim, by blood and bane besought
Was wrought upon those cursed forbidden fields
Where shards of divinity lay broken and fraught
Cloven, yet vast puissance still they yield
What ancient seals were forged in elder days
To keep the light from touching dread’s domain
Now sunder’d lie, as horror lifts its gaze
And cursed shapes do tread where none...
#curse
#dark
#magic
#night
#universe
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~some night of a traversing highway chaos
the sweltering december hotness sun
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
consumes gritty astringent skinnish salts
in enormous gulping hunger of a famine
vacuuming emptiness, a fuming depression
of a puckering in sizzling hot desert, rises in
a rotting stench of bled out moulted maroons
scattered as a modern streaked out flash art
sprinkled with the sweaty deltaic tidal waves
in craving wide open rafflesia blooms in scents
of a pickled inner vascular.. severed as tidbits
..screams of an unquenchable insane violence
in firing passion burns to the...
#love
#night
#rain
#sensual
#sun
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Trophies
My shadowed halls where silence reigns
The air is thick with ancient stains
Upon the walls their gazes cling
Heads mounted high, in twisted rings
Their necks are bent, their angles wrong
Grotesque mockery of choral song
Each jaw unhinged, each mouth agape
A frozen hymn no voice escapes
Their hollow eyes, they pierce the gloom
Their whispers haunt this endless tomb
No mortal hand could set them so
What placed them here no man should know
And yet they watch with silent plea
A tableau of dark symmetry
Their...
The air is thick with ancient stains
Upon the walls their gazes cling
Heads mounted high, in twisted rings
Their necks are bent, their angles wrong
Grotesque mockery of choral song
Each jaw unhinged, each mouth agape
A frozen hymn no voice escapes
Their hollow eyes, they pierce the gloom
Their whispers haunt this endless tomb
No mortal hand could set them so
What placed them here no man should know
And yet they watch with silent plea
A tableau of dark symmetry
Their...
#art
#dark
#death
#murder
#night
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they weren’t always that dark, nights
streets were never really that
dark thoughts were all in my
head and in my eyes
were neon lights and
lamp posts of a city around which
I once used to walk
dark thoughts were all in my
head and in my eyes
were neon lights and
lamp posts of a city around which
I once used to walk
#city
#night
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4 Comments
Jagged Carvings
I’ve seen it, by the dim lamp’s glow, I’ve seen it
Totem speaks truths no man seen writ
I bow to whispers, spectral and vast
My limbs grow cold; this trance shall last
The walls dissolve—oh, what madness reveals!
The mind unfurls, its ancient seals
The red sigils glow, their meaning I glean
Too late, I know—no man should have seen
I believe I shall perish, by knowledge undone
Yet in this dream, I am the one
I saw the carvings, etched by hands long decayed
Marks of old dreamers, their warnings betrayed
Symbols crawl and shift...
Totem speaks truths no man seen writ
I bow to whispers, spectral and vast
My limbs grow cold; this trance shall last
The walls dissolve—oh, what madness reveals!
The mind unfurls, its ancient seals
The red sigils glow, their meaning I glean
Too late, I know—no man should have seen
I believe I shall perish, by knowledge undone
Yet in this dream, I am the one
I saw the carvings, etched by hands long decayed
Marks of old dreamers, their warnings betrayed
Symbols crawl and shift...
#curse
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#sleep
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Peeking
It peeks with a leer, its head askew
A shadow stretched where death is due
TAP. TAP.—bare feet meet the floor
Each sound louder than before
Its hands clutch the corner's edge
Twisted fingers, a bone-white wedge
SCRAPE. DRAG.—its nails catch stone
A chilling echo, cold and alone
Closer it comes, the hallway still
The air grows thick, bending to its will
THUD.THUD.—its steps grow bold
A rhythm steady, lifeless, and cold
Its breath, a rasp, like rusted gears
A wheeze of hunger, stoked by fears
HUFF. HUFF.—it...
A shadow stretched where death is due
TAP. TAP.—bare feet meet the floor
Each sound louder than before
Its hands clutch the corner's edge
Twisted fingers, a bone-white wedge
SCRAPE. DRAG.—its nails catch stone
A chilling echo, cold and alone
Closer it comes, the hallway still
The air grows thick, bending to its will
THUD.THUD.—its steps grow bold
A rhythm steady, lifeless, and cold
Its breath, a rasp, like rusted gears
A wheeze of hunger, stoked by fears
HUFF. HUFF.—it...
#dark
#evil
#fear
#horror
#night
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Stalking Reflections
It slinks where the mirrors grow cold
Shadows pulse and warnings untold
Linger thick like a midnight mist
A grinning maw in the abyss
Twilight with ita crimson burn
Something from a shattered urn
Fangs drip echoes of silent screams
Its eyes ignite your shattered dreams
A breath you take, it takes one too
The glass reflects not just you
Its jagged form, a wretched sight
Born of fear, it thrives on fright
Twilight stretches, the minutes ache
The veil between worlds begins to break
Its claws drag whispers...
Shadows pulse and warnings untold
Linger thick like a midnight mist
A grinning maw in the abyss
Twilight with ita crimson burn
Something from a shattered urn
Fangs drip echoes of silent screams
Its eyes ignite your shattered dreams
A breath you take, it takes one too
The glass reflects not just you
Its jagged form, a wretched sight
Born of fear, it thrives on fright
Twilight stretches, the minutes ache
The veil between worlds begins to break
Its claws drag whispers...
#dark
#fear
#mirror
#night
#shadows
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~blue house that soaks in yellow night-lighted love
beaming blue walls
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
in an unfazed electrifying
eccentricity.. border
this singular standalone
house.. awake in open
doors and yellowy
lights in fire streams
..almost gives a hazy
sepia vignetting palette
in a nostalgic dig village
view, sweetly reminiscent
of those childhood vacation
days.. spent long in a pure
silence of a rustic ambience..
in tight warmth of grandma
grandpa.. their loving grips
.. outside, dribbling plic ploc
rain in trickles.. add to the
marigold yellowy...
#countryside
#home
#love
#night
#rain
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6 Comments
Riding the current
There's no night like tonight
They're all different
I went out there
I could taste the air
The power lines buzzing
I became part of the current
Like I knew exactly what was supposed to happen
So when the pig ran the stop sign and nearly ran my ass over,
my heart didn't skip once
I watch the man across the street watch me
He's plugged in too
We're both riding the current
It's not paranoia
It's just being on
Connected by the eyes
The eyes flash like knives
In the 7-11
I watch the man behind the counter ...
They're all different
I went out there
I could taste the air
The power lines buzzing
I became part of the current
Like I knew exactly what was supposed to happen
So when the pig ran the stop sign and nearly ran my ass over,
my heart didn't skip once
I watch the man across the street watch me
He's plugged in too
We're both riding the current
It's not paranoia
It's just being on
Connected by the eyes
The eyes flash like knives
In the 7-11
I watch the man behind the counter ...
#city
#LifeStruggles
#night
#ShortStory
#TruthOfLife
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DU Poetry : Poems About the Night Seeking Honest Critique