Least Read Poems About the Night
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Least read poems about the night. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Inkwell of the Night
The night is vast and dark
always leaves its lasting mark
upon the things I write
upon these words I pen
Words I would never say
aloud in the light of day
gather here together
collecting again in shadow
Whispered truths to longing ears
blending together hopes and fears
as I refill my well
as I redip my thirsted quill
Looming large above the paper
lit only by this single taper
I am my own author
I am my own poet
While I trace each lonely line
in a pure quest for the...
always leaves its lasting mark
upon the things I write
upon these words I pen
Words I would never say
aloud in the light of day
gather here together
collecting again in shadow
Whispered truths to longing ears
blending together hopes and fears
as I refill my well
as I redip my thirsted quill
Looming large above the paper
lit only by this single taper
I am my own author
I am my own poet
While I trace each lonely line
in a pure quest for the...
#confessional
#dark
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Taper
The lone candle burns
lets its flame sashay
in its own way
flooding my imagination
While shadows on the wall
dance up and down the hall
finally set me free
from all of this convention
To allow poetic invention
inspiring this write
in the dead of the night
giving it a true resurrection
No mere collection
of clever, pithy phrases
an illumination that dazes
all most rational thought
A crisp clarity now bought
one line at a time
paid for in pure rhyme
while this poet again learns...
lets its flame sashay
in its own way
flooding my imagination
While shadows on the wall
dance up and down the hall
finally set me free
from all of this convention
To allow poetic invention
inspiring this write
in the dead of the night
giving it a true resurrection
No mere collection
of clever, pithy phrases
an illumination that dazes
all most rational thought
A crisp clarity now bought
one line at a time
paid for in pure rhyme
while this poet again learns...
#dark
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Streetlight
A lone bastion in the night
it joins me in the write
sharing its lonely glow
all that it does still know
Dancing across the waves
as each ripple saves
itself from the deep dark
fleeing all that is stark
Memories and dreams
flow in the rippled streams
of my poetic thought
ideas borrowed or bought
From a life steeped in pain
christened by the rain
washing me clean
of all these sins left unseen
While I face again anew
all that I will do
knowing I am not...
it joins me in the write
sharing its lonely glow
all that it does still know
Dancing across the waves
as each ripple saves
itself from the deep dark
fleeing all that is stark
Memories and dreams
flow in the rippled streams
of my poetic thought
ideas borrowed or bought
From a life steeped in pain
christened by the rain
washing me clean
of all these sins left unseen
While I face again anew
all that I will do
knowing I am not...
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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A Light
The lone candle awaits
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
a solemn taper
in need of a caper
in need of a light
Bursting forth in the night
with a soft golden glow
finally able to show
the birth of creativity
How a single spark
can help embark
the poetic mind
on its solitary journey
Through the literary maze
the creative haze
that shrouds the way
cloaks the write
In the literal darkness
as I grasp the quill
assert my will
to again confront the page
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Coalesce
In dreamlike streams
the words do flow
forever random
across the dark stark night
Inviting the write
in a most silent way
letting each word say
only what it will
Immerse in the spill
of an infinite ink
allowing me to sink
deep into muddy depths
Taking ever unsure steps
one at a time
following the rhyme
where it wants to go
Finally letting it show
unveil this painful travail
all that I must address
while the words now coalesce
the words do flow
forever random
across the dark stark night
Inviting the write
in a most silent way
letting each word say
only what it will
Immerse in the spill
of an infinite ink
allowing me to sink
deep into muddy depths
Taking ever unsure steps
one at a time
following the rhyme
where it wants to go
Finally letting it show
unveil this painful travail
all that I must address
while the words now coalesce
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Molasses
The night drips down
smooth as syrup
dark as doubt
from the inside out
Taking its sweet time
unveiling the rhyme
always at its own pace
swirling in the black
For only those that know
the true creative flow
understand...
the role of gestation
Feelings again stir
while imagines again blur
leaving me here
still somewhat blinded
Waiting for each phrase
to cut through the haze
finally initiate the write
in this cold molasses night
smooth as syrup
dark as doubt
from the inside out
Taking its sweet time
unveiling the rhyme
always at its own pace
swirling in the black
For only those that know
the true creative flow
understand...
the role of gestation
Feelings again stir
while imagines again blur
leaving me here
still somewhat blinded
Waiting for each phrase
to cut through the haze
finally initiate the write
in this cold molasses night
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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The Wee Hours
They are the time of night
when I love to write
when the world is still
allowing time for the poem
As I let my mind roam
from wherever I may be
adrift on the crystalline sea
of poetic dreams
Where life is not what it seems
but is merely as it is
the champagne with its fizz
pregnant with all its possibility
when I love to write
when the world is still
allowing time for the poem
As I let my mind roam
from wherever I may be
adrift on the crystalline sea
of poetic dreams
Where life is not what it seems
but is merely as it is
the champagne with its fizz
pregnant with all its possibility
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Midnight Snowfall
A dusting of the barren field
where the crops did once yield
covers the winter night
in a frosted white blanket
Muffling the true sound
from under the ground
the whispers of the Earth
the secrets of all time
Just the soft crunch of snow
there to let me know
all that has now past
all that has transpired
While I weather the cold
feeling myself again old
turning back the years
turning back the clock
To a random sunny day
when the world turned my way
when everything deep inside ...
where the crops did once yield
covers the winter night
in a frosted white blanket
Muffling the true sound
from under the ground
the whispers of the Earth
the secrets of all time
Just the soft crunch of snow
there to let me know
all that has now past
all that has transpired
While I weather the cold
feeling myself again old
turning back the years
turning back the clock
To a random sunny day
when the world turned my way
when everything deep inside ...
#death
#winter
#night
#confessional
#aging
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Indelible Ink
Finding myself deep in the night
with so much left now to write
darkness again lights my way
shadows fill the void
as whispered words are heard
fine lines forever blurred
for I seek somehow to find
what lurks only in my mind
shed my inks upon the page
let the moment flow
while I follow where it will go
write to the brink in indelible ink
with so much left now to write
darkness again lights my way
shadows fill the void
as whispered words are heard
fine lines forever blurred
for I seek somehow to find
what lurks only in my mind
shed my inks upon the page
let the moment flow
while I follow where it will go
write to the brink in indelible ink
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Zebra Mountains
With volcanic rock and snow
it is why I call them so
majestic in white and black
all of the contrast that I lack
For life is so simple up here
making choices ever clear
either right or wrong
but both short and long
Or again it still seems
riding warm gulf streams
to the top of the world
where all dreams are unfurled
Leaving my hectic life behind
on this endless quest to find
a moment of genuine peace
make the cacophony then cease
Beneath a true midnight sun
nighttime over before it...
it is why I call them so
majestic in white and black
all of the contrast that I lack
For life is so simple up here
making choices ever clear
either right or wrong
but both short and long
Or again it still seems
riding warm gulf streams
to the top of the world
where all dreams are unfurled
Leaving my hectic life behind
on this endless quest to find
a moment of genuine peace
make the cacophony then cease
Beneath a true midnight sun
nighttime over before it...
#confessional
#mountains
#night
#sun
#TruthOfLife
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Distillation
The cool night is quiet
far from the hot riot
of bright midday
a time of contemplation
A poetic recitation
within the weary mind
while I strive to find
each and every word
Lay them out
end to end
whether foe or friend
pearled on the thin line
As I strive to refine
the distilling poem
let the thoughts roam
where they will
Dipping my quill
ever deep
staving off sleep
as I write into the night
far from the hot riot
of bright midday
a time of contemplation
A poetic recitation
within the weary mind
while I strive to find
each and every word
Lay them out
end to end
whether foe or friend
pearled on the thin line
As I strive to refine
the distilling poem
let the thoughts roam
where they will
Dipping my quill
ever deep
staving off sleep
as I write into the night
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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Raveling
The braided cord of the night
is raveling ever tight
with words
with stray imaginings
Down through the hours
while my shadow cowers
cast further faint
by the waning candle
So much to handle
deep in the night
lost in the write
with a pen out of ink
Always on the brink
of new verse
upending the curse
of interrupted flow
Nurturing the weak glow
that creative spark
here enveloped in the dark
to untangle these knotted thoughts
is raveling ever tight
with words
with stray imaginings
Down through the hours
while my shadow cowers
cast further faint
by the waning candle
So much to handle
deep in the night
lost in the write
with a pen out of ink
Always on the brink
of new verse
upending the curse
of interrupted flow
Nurturing the weak glow
that creative spark
here enveloped in the dark
to untangle these knotted thoughts
#night
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
9 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About the Night