Night Poems
#night
Night poems all about the dark time of the day. Here you'll find everything from beautiful poems about stars and moonlight, to dark poems about shadows and strange creatures that lurk at night.
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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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Nighttime remedies…
I have stolen the night sky on its ventures
I have woven through its skin
I took its humility and made it my own
It carried my heart through fields of gold
I carried its soul through my mind
It whispered to me and told me to bask
In its fettering energy
For dawn would soon come
And the time to feel sombre would pass
I must bask in what’s left to enjoy
Sweet moon child
I have woven through its skin
I took its humility and made it my own
It carried my heart through fields of gold
I carried its soul through my mind
It whispered to me and told me to bask
In its fettering energy
For dawn would soon come
And the time to feel sombre would pass
I must bask in what’s left to enjoy
Sweet moon child
#dreams
#sky
#night #spiritual
#night #spiritual
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our little cottage
our little cottage
wading in the snow,
inside, the fireplace alive
as it breathed warmth
into our world.
wading in the snow,
inside, the fireplace alive
as it breathed warmth
into our world.
#winter
#night
#nature
#mountains
#snow
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Selenolatry
When the moon is new and can nowhere be seen
close your eyes for a rose and gold colored dream
as a midnight mind interphase go between...
beam to lunar beam!
Then think of all the lust upon which they fell
in deep time evolution mating routine
to hone, forevermore, passion's greatest spell...
perfectly serene!
Therein lay eons of intertidal force
pounding away on myriad tropic slopes
in ageless hydrodynamic intercourse
showing us the ropes;
demonstrating the oscillations of love
by...
close your eyes for a rose and gold colored dream
as a midnight mind interphase go between...
beam to lunar beam!
Then think of all the lust upon which they fell
in deep time evolution mating routine
to hone, forevermore, passion's greatest spell...
perfectly serene!
Therein lay eons of intertidal force
pounding away on myriad tropic slopes
in ageless hydrodynamic intercourse
showing us the ropes;
demonstrating the oscillations of love
by...
#love
#moon
#night
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Peaceful Thrill
The crabapple tree,
barren of a single leaf's life.
But instead, was elegantly bathed
in pale soft moonlight.
Helpless was my famished sight.
It began as a trance of delight
Sometimes it's the mere daylight
that frightens.
While the newborn night enlightens.
The quiet still seeps into me
A peaceful thrill.
My violet veins seize.
There needs to be a greed for peace.
barren of a single leaf's life.
But instead, was elegantly bathed
in pale soft moonlight.
Helpless was my famished sight.
It began as a trance of delight
Sometimes it's the mere daylight
that frightens.
While the newborn night enlightens.
The quiet still seeps into me
A peaceful thrill.
My violet veins seize.
There needs to be a greed for peace.
#night
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Bride
The castle
said to be centuries old.
Was lodged between the bluff
and the motionless sea.
Where many have stood
clutching their need to flee.
The jetting black towers are severe
and stab the dense foggy sky.
The dark is watching with
her neon midnight blue eyes.
Something
Or someone who died
is half alive.
Haunting she will be the bride.
said to be centuries old.
Was lodged between the bluff
and the motionless sea.
Where many have stood
clutching their need to flee.
The jetting black towers are severe
and stab the dense foggy sky.
The dark is watching with
her neon midnight blue eyes.
Something
Or someone who died
is half alive.
Haunting she will be the bride.
#night
#ghosts
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sleeping in nature
fairest of evening skies
i sleep beneath you,
in silent fields
while stars
watch from above,
and the darkness
covers me like silk.
i sleep beneath you,
in silent fields
while stars
watch from above,
and the darkness
covers me like silk.
#sky
#summer
#night
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haiku from the vegan blues café
haiku from the vegan blues café
blind golden boy
fills his cup of joy
with the blues
deep in Harlem
sax fifth of bourbon
for blue heaven
Latin Jazz wails
in Spanish Harlem midnight
for coconut blues
blue barbarians
strut the Goth jazz
for midnight Huns
flamingo artistes
paint Harlem pink
for the hepcat blues
blind golden boy
fills his cup of joy
with the blues
deep in Harlem
sax fifth of bourbon
for blue heaven
Latin Jazz wails
in Spanish Harlem midnight
for coconut blues
blue barbarians
strut the Goth jazz
for midnight Huns
flamingo artistes
paint Harlem pink
for the hepcat blues
#utopia
#night
#music
#food
#haiku
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An Amatory Experience
The gleam in your eyes was like the light of a star.
Your matchless beauty becharmed my heart.
We had moments filled with laughter as never before.
Gianna, you made me show my best qualities.
In the silence of the night, two young hearts beat fast.
We felt as if time had frozen when we kissed.
Our ardent love appeared to be endless like eternity.
We couldn’t imagine living without each other.
We had an amatory experience a long time ago.
You didn’t accept the engagement ring I offered you.
Regrettably, our youthful years were...
Your matchless beauty becharmed my heart.
We had moments filled with laughter as never before.
Gianna, you made me show my best qualities.
In the silence of the night, two young hearts beat fast.
We felt as if time had frozen when we kissed.
Our ardent love appeared to be endless like eternity.
We couldn’t imagine living without each other.
We had an amatory experience a long time ago.
You didn’t accept the engagement ring I offered you.
Regrettably, our youthful years were...
#love
#marriage
#beauty
#stars
#night
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A Silent Winter
I…cavalier, casually cool...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
#winter
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
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Mid Night Fellatio
#night
#sensual
#passion
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