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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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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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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Love fools with no lifeboats
Yes, it is foolish to love someone.
When the heart is exposed to risk
and reason, in the shadow, disappears,
into the nights when the soul suffers.
For a touch that never comes,
by a look that averts.
And yet there is a charm
in the foolishness of loving someone.
When the heart is exposed to risk
and reason, in the shadow, disappears,
into the nights when the soul suffers.
For a touch that never comes,
by a look that averts.
And yet there is a charm
in the foolishness of loving someone.
#dreams
#love
#mirror
#night
#passion
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lonely harbor
faint noises
came from
that lonely
harbor,
sad waves,
there was
no one
to talk
to
the water,
the boats
anchored
there
are empty,
even
the shore
was asleep,
came from
that lonely
harbor,
sad waves,
there was
no one
to talk
to
the water,
the boats
anchored
there
are empty,
even
the shore
was asleep,
#beach
#night
#sea
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empty night
That's how I did it to you
very slowly
without rambling
That's how I did it
calmly
with an open hand for you
That everything, like this, without end
no return
no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
all night without sleep
without the blessing of silence
in the palms of my hands
What everything, like this, like this, like this
like the spinning of a top
that comes to an end
sleepless, like this, sleepless, like this
without rambling
very slowly
That's always how I did it
without knowing what I was doing ...
very slowly
without rambling
That's how I did it
calmly
with an open hand for you
That everything, like this, without end
no return
no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
all night without sleep
without the blessing of silence
in the palms of my hands
What everything, like this, like this, like this
like the spinning of a top
that comes to an end
sleepless, like this, sleepless, like this
without rambling
very slowly
That's always how I did it
without knowing what I was doing ...
#anxiety
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#sleep
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all of the signals
i watch
all of
the signals
the hours
give, no
sadness,
no tangled
strange
ideas,
how subtle
when each
new day
arrives.
all of
the signals
the hours
give, no
sadness,
no tangled
strange
ideas,
how subtle
when each
new day
arrives.
#dawn
#evolution
#nature
#night
#sky
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Night Storm
In houses and amongst cabin campfires
Churning deep within the flames
Embers of burning desire
Pop crackle
Spark into the air
Heat through the chute
Natural midnight flares
Fireflies in the night
Beneath the moonlight glare
Before air steam gather burst
Electric air
Wind becoming into one
Dark cloud
Cold wind falling air
Rain pounds the ground
Trickling into the cracks
The summer nights tempest wrath soon gone
The only trace but a mean wet reflective glare
Churning deep within the flames
Embers of burning desire
Pop crackle
Spark into the air
Heat through the chute
Natural midnight flares
Fireflies in the night
Beneath the moonlight glare
Before air steam gather burst
Electric air
Wind becoming into one
Dark cloud
Cold wind falling air
Rain pounds the ground
Trickling into the cracks
The summer nights tempest wrath soon gone
The only trace but a mean wet reflective glare
#dark
#fire
#night
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Jack Frost
Twas an early December morn.
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
#morning
#night
#winter
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crying
i listened
to
the crying
all night,
as long
as the
storm
insisted,
but the
voice of
the water
will
eventually
weary and
dry those
tears.
to
the crying
all night,
as long
as the
storm
insisted,
but the
voice of
the water
will
eventually
weary and
dry those
tears.
#night
#rain
#storm
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fireflies singing
i heard
the fireflies
singing,
their
lights,
flames
burning
into
the night,
stars
watch
with their
sighs,
and then
silence,
the dawn
comes,
fills the
morning,
the sun
like
incense
for
the skin.
the fireflies
singing,
their
lights,
flames
burning
into
the night,
stars
watch
with their
sighs,
and then
silence,
the dawn
comes,
fills the
morning,
the sun
like
incense
for
the skin.
#morning
#night
#sky
#stars
#sun
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Guitar Cries
a lonesome night
their guitar cries
cut through my
heart tear me
apart take me
where i need to
be in the core
in that horrible
place where the
demons reside
uncomfortably
they fill the air
taint my space
voices & noises
coming in waves
make me numb
slay me inside
God i am tired
can't even write
i close my eyes
hide in their cries
surrender my body
into the abyss of night
their guitar cries
cut through my
heart tear me
apart take me
where i need to
be in the core
in that horrible
place where the
demons reside
uncomfortably
they fill the air
taint my space
voices & noises
coming in waves
make me numb
slay me inside
God i am tired
can't even write
i close my eyes
hide in their cries
surrender my body
into the abyss of night
#guitars
#night
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