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.
.
Half full, half empty
My car rolls up
On a snow slick driveway.
The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.
Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.
My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.
And yet my feet are frozen.
The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.
I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.
I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.
I wait.
The song stops.
And now I am...
On a snow slick driveway.
The curtains are drawn,
And the wind is deadly.
Music blasts from my speakers,
And I turn them up louder.
My hand shifts the car into park,
And flicks the headlights off.
And yet my feet are frozen.
The cold bites through my socks,
And pricks my fingertips.
I pull the key out of the ignition,
And sit as my music plays.
I know the song will end abruptly,
Somewhere in the middle.
I wait.
The song stops.
And now I am...
#MovingOn
#night
#snow
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Midnight Tunes
Dancing clouds floated above
Intoxicating smoke curling in the air
From the incense of insomnia
Rose with midnight tunes
A lento slithering from the chime
To fill every hollowed nook
With the sweet-smelling fragments
Of bitter-echoing remnants
Whispering softly to lull me awake
Intoxicating smoke curling in the air
From the incense of insomnia
Rose with midnight tunes
A lento slithering from the chime
To fill every hollowed nook
With the sweet-smelling fragments
Of bitter-echoing remnants
Whispering softly to lull me awake
#insomnia
#night
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midnight breeze
the lifeless
candle
could not
show its
breath
on the
wall,
but the
night was
smooth even
without hope
or faith,
night words
left thoughts
in many
minds,
imagination
awake,
going like
a midnight
breeze.
candle
could not
show its
breath
on the
wall,
but the
night was
smooth even
without hope
or faith,
night words
left thoughts
in many
minds,
imagination
awake,
going like
a midnight
breeze.
#determination
#dreams
#learning #night
#learning #night
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the sun is tired
how
the sun
seems
tired,
i watched
as it
traveled
past my
window,
it marches
from
morning
to dark,
its eyes
flutter,
tired
in body
and thought,
it
relinquishes
the night
to the
moon.
the sun
seems
tired,
i watched
as it
traveled
past my
window,
it marches
from
morning
to dark,
its eyes
flutter,
tired
in body
and thought,
it
relinquishes
the night
to the
moon.
#moon
#morning
#night
#sky
#sun
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Beauty of darkness
Sun softly sets
Across the heavenly horizon
Quietly ushering in the dark
Shadows hiding
The brilliant beauty
Of sleeping serenity
All things being equal
Saved from judgment
By the shaded twilight
A sultry new world
Forever existing
In the swirling sunset of time
Across the heavenly horizon
Quietly ushering in the dark
Shadows hiding
The brilliant beauty
Of sleeping serenity
All things being equal
Saved from judgment
By the shaded twilight
A sultry new world
Forever existing
In the swirling sunset of time
#happiness
#inspirational
#motivational #night
#motivational #night
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A One Eyed Horse
Over lanes I tread
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
Neath a black sky, a dead moon overhead
Aye, naught but the dead
Naught but rocks and runes instead
Out by yon farmer’s field
Walketh one apart from the rest
From it the others peeled
A horse, an unholy crest
On a rocky road by the wall
Where the cattle oft do graze
Cometh a horse black and tall
And meeteth my nervous gaze
Lo, struck am I with the smell of rot
And the visage of blighted skin
This thing from Hell begot
Decaying deep within
It whispereth through dread lips ...
#dark
#evil
#horror
#horses
#night
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Moonlight
one step outside and wonder begins
the moon rises full streetlights contend
too cold to abide the night the wind
they push they pull more wonder descends
the moon rises full streetlights contend
too cold to abide the night the wind
they push they pull more wonder descends
#moon
#nature
#night
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voyeur
i felt
like a
voyeur,
watching
the stars
in their
room,
i stayed
awake
as long
as i could,
but come
morning,
they had
drawn
their
shades,
hiding
themselves
from my
curious eyes.
like a
voyeur,
watching
the stars
in their
room,
i stayed
awake
as long
as i could,
but come
morning,
they had
drawn
their
shades,
hiding
themselves
from my
curious eyes.
#morning
#nature
#night
#sky
#stars
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Stars
In the night sky's vast incandescence.
Stars whisper secrets of wind presence.
Dreams ignite with hopeful persistence.
Guiding hearts with gentle fluorescence.
Stars whisper secrets of wind presence.
Dreams ignite with hopeful persistence.
Guiding hearts with gentle fluorescence.
#anxiety
#dreams
#night
#stars
#storm
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Complaint
Listening all night to the rain.
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
He stays locked in his brain.
Echoes of memories, a sweet pain.
Dreams wave in a silent chain.
Through the window, droplets strain.
Time blurs, feeling half-insane.
Soft whispers in a distant lane.
His heartbeats, a quick refrain.
The night deepens, grave's domain.
Midnight shadows, emotions drain.
Lonely teardrops, nothing to gain.
Yet his image still remains.
Love’s melody, a haunting plane.
Bound by sorrow, love and bane.
His soul calls out in vain.
...
#art
#flowers
#healing
#night
#rain
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The Devil and I
He visits every twilight, cloaked in flame
A serpent's whisper veiled by angel’s name
On the first night, his gift, a golden crown
"Rule the earth," he says, "and cast all down."
But I, unmoved, do turn my cheek
“Power fades, and crowns do reek
No throne can hold what is not thine
Be gone, for no kingdom shall be mine.”
The second eve, with silver tongue, he came
A chalice brimming, steeped in crimson shame
"Drink," he crooned, "and taste delight
Forget your burdens, embrace the...
A serpent's whisper veiled by angel’s name
On the first night, his gift, a golden crown
"Rule the earth," he says, "and cast all down."
But I, unmoved, do turn my cheek
“Power fades, and crowns do reek
No throne can hold what is not thine
Be gone, for no kingdom shall be mine.”
The second eve, with silver tongue, he came
A chalice brimming, steeped in crimson shame
"Drink," he crooned, "and taste delight
Forget your burdens, embrace the...
#dark
#devil
#evil
#night
#religion
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A Wrongness In The Room
What's that thing at night
Click click clicking on the floor
The smell of rot and blight
Brimstone odor of kingdoms nevermore
Voice calling from the window sill
A reverberance on the air
If only fright would quickly kill
Relief from a nightmare
Speech of damned mimicry
What could be that thing
Noise which should not be
Silent steps and scratching pangs
Silhouette of unnatural shape
Mocking creation's throne
Visions of murder...
Click click clicking on the floor
The smell of rot and blight
Brimstone odor of kingdoms nevermore
Voice calling from the window sill
A reverberance on the air
If only fright would quickly kill
Relief from a nightmare
Speech of damned mimicry
What could be that thing
Noise which should not be
Silent steps and scratching pangs
Silhouette of unnatural shape
Mocking creation's throne
Visions of murder...
#dark
#death
#evil
#fear
#night
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