Long Poems About the Night
#night
Long poems about the night. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
night sadness
Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.”
—African Proverb
when day tasks are done
and the world is gone
and the sun bows down his head
and the doors are closed
and tight locks imposed
and the atmosphere is dead
my spirit swells within my breast
confined against my will
because the night brings more unrest
than can my fervent quill
transcribe....
—African Proverb
when day tasks are done
and the world is gone
and the sun bows down his head
and the doors are closed
and tight locks imposed
and the atmosphere is dead
my spirit swells within my breast
confined against my will
because the night brings more unrest
than can my fervent quill
transcribe....
#sadness
#loneliness
#night
#emptiness
#nightmares
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LONG NIGHT EMPTY DREAMTIME SONGS (5-28-2001, 4:00am; Galveston Island Texas)
drifting
detached
adrift afloat again
neither awake nor sleeping
waiting through this
long night empty
for deeper restful sleep
to come
yet beyond behind
this late night s buzzing silence
still echoing through my head
some distant siren
faintly stirs
somewhere out there in the darkness
near night s whispering
ghostly brink
deep within beyond
my present hypnogogic state s
stuck in neutral
empty nothing
when suddenly
some remote inner beacon s
pin point spark...
detached
adrift afloat again
neither awake nor sleeping
waiting through this
long night empty
for deeper restful sleep
to come
yet beyond behind
this late night s buzzing silence
still echoing through my head
some distant siren
faintly stirs
somewhere out there in the darkness
near night s whispering
ghostly brink
deep within beyond
my present hypnogogic state s
stuck in neutral
empty nothing
when suddenly
some remote inner beacon s
pin point spark...
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#insomnia
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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eventide hymn
"Broken loaves, abundant giving;
broken lives, abundant living." - CAB
“In the morning there is meaning, in the
evening there is feeling.”
—Gertrude Stein
i will be your peace
in the midst of all your pieces,
for i hear your pleas,
as your helplessness increases.
...
broken lives, abundant living." - CAB
“In the morning there is meaning, in the
evening there is feeling.”
—Gertrude Stein
i will be your peace
in the midst of all your pieces,
for i hear your pleas,
as your helplessness increases.
...
#night
#silence
#peace #meditation
#peace #meditation
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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
#night
#fairies
#sensual
#seductive
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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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man in the moon
The moon is a reminder that no matter what phase I
am in, I am still whole.”―Unknown
the man in the moon
carried a bundle
of sticks on his head,
his banana-rush
katta cushioning
the brunt of the weight.
he whistled a tune
to keep his trundle
but one step undead,
for the evening blush,
by his reckoning,
could not lag too late.
...
am in, I am still whole.”―Unknown
the man in the moon
carried a bundle
of sticks on his head,
his banana-rush
katta cushioning
the brunt of the weight.
he whistled a tune
to keep his trundle
but one step undead,
for the evening blush,
by his reckoning,
could not lag too late.
...
#moon
#sky
#night #Fanfiction
#night #Fanfiction
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A Study in Prey
Coffee really is for pussys
In think in this humid dome
Lewd pictures litter the leather
Of my temporary home
So many little outfits
The heat is taking a toll
She barely wears a t-shirt now
The last one was just holes
I guess with all the brush she figures no one can see through
I chuckle at the distance my camera covers from this view
The shadow that I hired rounds the corner of her place
The moment sends my heart and lungs on a competitive race ...
In think in this humid dome
Lewd pictures litter the leather
Of my temporary home
So many little outfits
The heat is taking a toll
She barely wears a t-shirt now
The last one was just holes
I guess with all the brush she figures no one can see through
I chuckle at the distance my camera covers from this view
The shadow that I hired rounds the corner of her place
The moment sends my heart and lungs on a competitive race ...
#dark
#night
#obsession #horror
#obsession #horror
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Darkness
#dark
#night
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
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Drop...Drip...Drape...Along My Dreamscape
it's been a long week.
the mind is jagged...the body is exhausted
it's 2 a.m...i'm held hostage
ransomed by a mutinous dick ...fully hard
got me drifting in and out of a lucid....lustful state of being
a throbbing compass pointing due you
needing to do you...inching forward in vacant air
as a vagrant..roaming beneath the sheets
in search of southern comfort...humid hospitality
like blackened tea... served to my liking
oozing seduction down on me..so nice and warm and easy
easing me into a cavern of enchanting darkness
a...
the mind is jagged...the body is exhausted
it's 2 a.m...i'm held hostage
ransomed by a mutinous dick ...fully hard
got me drifting in and out of a lucid....lustful state of being
a throbbing compass pointing due you
needing to do you...inching forward in vacant air
as a vagrant..roaming beneath the sheets
in search of southern comfort...humid hospitality
like blackened tea... served to my liking
oozing seduction down on me..so nice and warm and easy
easing me into a cavern of enchanting darkness
a...
#sex
#dreams
#night
#sleep
#dirty
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Miss Nelson
Miss Nelson was an old widow who resided alone in a small house by the sea in Port Henderson. She was a peaceful and quiet person. Moreover, she did not have many friends and she kept to herself most of the times. Her next-door neighbour had a bar at the front of his yard and at nights, the loud music and the noisy drunkards caused a disturbance. The noise affected Miss Nelson, but she did not say anything about it to the owner of the bar. A particular old man who was a regular customer at the bar used to bother Miss Nelson. On weekends, he would go to her yard when he is drunk and repeatedly...
#home
#sea
#night
#music
#curse
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Tales Of A Flayed Angel
^^^
there she stood
stilled in defiant beauty
on display as an archaeological find
of unknown origin
eternally posed for the curious
visitors laden with a peculiar taste
a for dark extravagance
^^^^
bemused and bewitched by
her immovable stance
molded meticulously by scripture
swirled within the folds of esoteric pottery
into a picture suggesting a worth more ...
there she stood
stilled in defiant beauty
on display as an archaeological find
of unknown origin
eternally posed for the curious
visitors laden with a peculiar taste
a for dark extravagance
^^^^
bemused and bewitched by
her immovable stance
molded meticulously by scripture
swirled within the folds of esoteric pottery
into a picture suggesting a worth more ...
#dark
#gothic
#night
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Coffee Caravan for Midnight Flavors
Coffee Caravan for Midnight Flavors
We bicycle down student row where the bar scene gets in gear while we cruise the path where even police demur.
Rowena says, “I’ll wield a moonbeam sword to swat the ghouls that haunt our space.”
I reply, “With my bike as a horse I’ll joust those devils.”
Rowena says, “What fools we mortals be. With our ten speeds, we will outrun any creatures of the night.”
We ride through the night pitch as the velvet hair of my bicycle girl in our double star whose tresses are ribbons for a Halloween party girl but with...
We bicycle down student row where the bar scene gets in gear while we cruise the path where even police demur.
Rowena says, “I’ll wield a moonbeam sword to swat the ghouls that haunt our space.”
I reply, “With my bike as a horse I’ll joust those devils.”
Rowena says, “What fools we mortals be. With our ten speeds, we will outrun any creatures of the night.”
We ride through the night pitch as the velvet hair of my bicycle girl in our double star whose tresses are ribbons for a Halloween party girl but with...
#night
#coffee
#lover
#sensual
#seductive
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About the Night