Least Read Poems About the Night
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Sea at Night
The deep pitch then roll
once more takes its toll
on this straight and narrow course
while I feel the heaving waves
As I ride the black ink
still trying to think
of what now to say
before this ever blank page
Each word a distant light
drowning in a blackened night
trying to swim
trying to float
Spending this quiet time
in a vane pursuit of rhyme
longing for new lines
pining for true stanzas
Adrift on this sea at night
now engaged in the write
nor knowing where to go ...
once more takes its toll
on this straight and narrow course
while I feel the heaving waves
As I ride the black ink
still trying to think
of what now to say
before this ever blank page
Each word a distant light
drowning in a blackened night
trying to swim
trying to float
Spending this quiet time
in a vane pursuit of rhyme
longing for new lines
pining for true stanzas
Adrift on this sea at night
now engaged in the write
nor knowing where to go ...
#sea
#night
#confessional
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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Shadows
They are how darkness
whispers...
just a little hint
amongst all of the glint
Providing in silhouette
all the things we cannot forget
vague as all of its grey
such a splendid ambiguity
Each one shifts as I move
always tongue in groove
linked together
by an uncommon force
All that I am
all I am not
remembers things I forgot
yet always one step behind
Such evil intentions
are mere poetic inventions
to occupy my mind
while I seek what I will...
whispers...
just a little hint
amongst all of the glint
Providing in silhouette
all the things we cannot forget
vague as all of its grey
such a splendid ambiguity
Each one shifts as I move
always tongue in groove
linked together
by an uncommon force
All that I am
all I am not
remembers things I forgot
yet always one step behind
Such evil intentions
are mere poetic inventions
to occupy my mind
while I seek what I will...
#evil
#night
#shadows
#confessional
#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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Ignites
A lone flame in the night
helps again to reignite
this flow of blackened ink
calling forth dark names
a cold vengeance that blames
this blankness of the page
for so much suppressed rage
of a life denied on the brink
while below the fires dance
as this moment ignites its chance
helps again to reignite
this flow of blackened ink
calling forth dark names
a cold vengeance that blames
this blankness of the page
for so much suppressed rage
of a life denied on the brink
while below the fires dance
as this moment ignites its chance
#night
#fire
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Light and Shadow
It always still seems
how I dwell between extremes
light then shadow, shadow then light
for in stark contrast I find a delight
Although it is not exact…
to say that opposites attract
better to concede they compliment
like substrate and sediment
Each knowing its true place
having dominion over its space
both sides of a proverbial coin
opposition forged to then conjoin
Leaving me left here to write
about these rituals of the night
dipping my pen in each
learning all that both may teach ...
how I dwell between extremes
light then shadow, shadow then light
for in stark contrast I find a delight
Although it is not exact…
to say that opposites attract
better to concede they compliment
like substrate and sediment
Each knowing its true place
having dominion over its space
both sides of a proverbial coin
opposition forged to then conjoin
Leaving me left here to write
about these rituals of the night
dipping my pen in each
learning all that both may teach ...
#night
#shadows
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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A Mist at Sea
It is always covering me
this mist at sea
giving me a soft sheen
washing me again clean
For all sins of the past
were never meant to last
while I make my steady way
to navigate another day
Crossing every deep ocean
still carrying this notion
that there is more to see
in this voyage to now be free
All of these heavy chains broken
by poetic spells now spoken
left right here behind
while pursue my peace of mind
As I surrender to this breeze
doing anything I now please
immersed in...
this mist at sea
giving me a soft sheen
washing me again clean
For all sins of the past
were never meant to last
while I make my steady way
to navigate another day
Crossing every deep ocean
still carrying this notion
that there is more to see
in this voyage to now be free
All of these heavy chains broken
by poetic spells now spoken
left right here behind
while pursue my peace of mind
As I surrender to this breeze
doing anything I now please
immersed in...
#sea
#night
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Random Thoughts
All of these many shoulds and oughts
are merely just some random thoughts
suddenly brought to light
within a dark introspective night
Only some feelings I have felt
watching this red taper now melt
watching its molten wax
while I try once again to relax
For better or for worse
this is the lonely poet curse
to step back from the world
let each moment become unfurled
Dipping deep in darkened ink
then simply waiting upon the brink
on the cusp of the next line
urged on by the truly divine
Each...
are merely just some random thoughts
suddenly brought to light
within a dark introspective night
Only some feelings I have felt
watching this red taper now melt
watching its molten wax
while I try once again to relax
For better or for worse
this is the lonely poet curse
to step back from the world
let each moment become unfurled
Dipping deep in darkened ink
then simply waiting upon the brink
on the cusp of the next line
urged on by the truly divine
Each...
#art
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#night
#WritingPoetry
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Midnight Quatrain
The night remains ever dark
too bleak even for the moon
as she leaves again too soon
in search of some divine spark
too bleak even for the moon
as she leaves again too soon
in search of some divine spark
#moon
#night
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#quatrain
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Midnight Ink
It is a special shade of black
filling in all that I lack
with the color of darkness
the shade of night
once again enabling the write
these words I long to say
long to set down upon the page
seal them beneath the ink
put them at last in their place
right before me... face to face
filling in all that I lack
with the color of darkness
the shade of night
once again enabling the write
these words I long to say
long to set down upon the page
seal them beneath the ink
put them at last in their place
right before me... face to face
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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A Lush Hush
I love the dark delight
of the calm sea at night
listening to all its sound
when there is no one around
The dull roar of the waves
how it signs and engraves
its own initials in the darkness
with a long lingering starkness
Quite different from bright day
when the beach combers play
bright and colorful games
shouting happy boisterous names
For now is the time I do seek
when the rhyme is at its peak
when words wash up in shore
always promising me more
Plenty of black ink to spill
while...
of the calm sea at night
listening to all its sound
when there is no one around
The dull roar of the waves
how it signs and engraves
its own initials in the darkness
with a long lingering starkness
Quite different from bright day
when the beach combers play
bright and colorful games
shouting happy boisterous names
For now is the time I do seek
when the rhyme is at its peak
when words wash up in shore
always promising me more
Plenty of black ink to spill
while...
#beach
#confessional
#night
#sea
#WritingPoetry
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Ever Darkening
This pale fading light
helps usher in the night
black ink dousing
the slowly waning day
With so much to say
volumes more to write
guided by this inner sight
an inner peace
Able to see the crease
in all space-time
an asymptotic rhyme
its never ending bending
While the words gleam
upon reason’s seam
yields such a sweet delay
in a relativistic way
Filling up my barren page
with lines ever sage
heralded by this harkening
ever darkening
helps usher in the night
black ink dousing
the slowly waning day
With so much to say
volumes more to write
guided by this inner sight
an inner peace
Able to see the crease
in all space-time
an asymptotic rhyme
its never ending bending
While the words gleam
upon reason’s seam
yields such a sweet delay
in a relativistic way
Filling up my barren page
with lines ever sage
heralded by this harkening
ever darkening
#universe
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Darkening
Light is a splendid thing
in both its presence
and its absence
how it rules our very day
Even the words we say
cannot escape
this deep dividing drape
this vivid either/or
Always craving more
yet praying for less
while we still confess
this fundamental need
Despite all we concede
so much still remains
while the ink still reigns
ever so supreme
Whether awake or in dream
the poetic lines do not lie
even if these eyes do not cry
harkening to this darkening
in both its presence
and its absence
how it rules our very day
Even the words we say
cannot escape
this deep dividing drape
this vivid either/or
Always craving more
yet praying for less
while we still confess
this fundamental need
Despite all we concede
so much still remains
while the ink still reigns
ever so supreme
Whether awake or in dream
the poetic lines do not lie
even if these eyes do not cry
harkening to this darkening
#death
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About the Night