Poems About the Night Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about the night published by members recently online.
A Cherry Brandy story
I
The roar of noise of a car engine,
a yellow streetlight, a red-light, a cyan led,
a chubby and tired body walking around a gas station.
The silence is the jingling of the turn signal, the dreamcatcher’s there,
hung on the door, the entrance of a too illuminated bar.
The Pacific Ocean is a beast that bites and roars,
the baritone voice of an old opera singer,
so much voice from that diaphragm bent
by the solemnity of those steel notes.
Turn on the radio,
Los Angeles still doesn’t know this song.
Moon is a muse to one thousand...
The roar of noise of a car engine,
a yellow streetlight, a red-light, a cyan led,
a chubby and tired body walking around a gas station.
The silence is the jingling of the turn signal, the dreamcatcher’s there,
hung on the door, the entrance of a too illuminated bar.
The Pacific Ocean is a beast that bites and roars,
the baritone voice of an old opera singer,
so much voice from that diaphragm bent
by the solemnity of those steel notes.
Turn on the radio,
Los Angeles still doesn’t know this song.
Moon is a muse to one thousand...
#night
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Darkness
#dark
#night
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
101 reads
1 Comment
Darkness
#dark
#night
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
101 reads
1 Comment
Darkness
#dark
#night
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
101 reads
1 Comment
Darkness
#dark
#night
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
#WritingPoetry #nightmares
101 reads
1 Comment
Walking in Essex on a Saturday Night
Old men crouch and beg.
A murder of lads
stripping branches from trees by the bridge,
bewailing the night, and making you
uneasy as you move between
the Nando’s and the off-licence,
to whither you walk to waste
your money on junk food.
And twice you pass the patron saint
of stab victims, the spotlit Knife Angel,
a sculpture built of blades outside
the Mercury theatre, the old Greek boy aloft
with winged helmet and serpentine sceptre,
now painted white with guano like
a ship’s mermaid. You pass a Roman...
A murder of lads
stripping branches from trees by the bridge,
bewailing the night, and making you
uneasy as you move between
the Nando’s and the off-licence,
to whither you walk to waste
your money on junk food.
And twice you pass the patron saint
of stab victims, the spotlit Knife Angel,
a sculpture built of blades outside
the Mercury theatre, the old Greek boy aloft
with winged helmet and serpentine sceptre,
now painted white with guano like
a ship’s mermaid. You pass a Roman...
#home
#night
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4 Comments
Walking in Essex on a Saturday Night
Old men crouch and beg.
A murder of lads
stripping branches from trees by the bridge,
bewailing the night, and making you
uneasy as you move between
the Nando’s and the off-licence,
to whither you walk to waste
your money on junk food.
And twice you pass the patron saint
of stab victims, the spotlit Knife Angel,
a sculpture built of blades outside
the Mercury theatre, the old Greek boy aloft
with winged helmet and serpentine sceptre,
now painted white with guano like
a ship’s mermaid. You pass a Roman...
A murder of lads
stripping branches from trees by the bridge,
bewailing the night, and making you
uneasy as you move between
the Nando’s and the off-licence,
to whither you walk to waste
your money on junk food.
And twice you pass the patron saint
of stab victims, the spotlit Knife Angel,
a sculpture built of blades outside
the Mercury theatre, the old Greek boy aloft
with winged helmet and serpentine sceptre,
now painted white with guano like
a ship’s mermaid. You pass a Roman...
#home
#night
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4 Comments
Night moves
In darkness, we are
dim outlines,
surprise touches,
whispered poetry
sensing
reaching
savouring
responding
I imagine
you could be anyone
and therefore
so can I
dim outlines,
surprise touches,
whispered poetry
sensing
reaching
savouring
responding
I imagine
you could be anyone
and therefore
so can I
#night
#lover
#passion
753 reads
16 Comments
Night moves
In darkness, we are
dim outlines,
surprise touches,
whispered poetry
sensing
reaching
savouring
responding
I imagine
you could be anyone
and therefore
so can I
dim outlines,
surprise touches,
whispered poetry
sensing
reaching
savouring
responding
I imagine
you could be anyone
and therefore
so can I
#night
#lover
#passion
753 reads
16 Comments
Night moves
In darkness, we are
dim outlines,
surprise touches,
whispered poetry
sensing
reaching
savouring
responding
I imagine
you could be anyone
and therefore
so can I
dim outlines,
surprise touches,
whispered poetry
sensing
reaching
savouring
responding
I imagine
you could be anyone
and therefore
so can I
#night
#lover
#passion
753 reads
16 Comments
light fades
shadows fall short along the walls
curtains are drawn to push out
any existing light
darkness swells
bringing quiet in the solitude
only sound, her breath
slow and methodical
she closes her eyes
scent of the day
wrapped around her
sweet robe of earth and cool rivers
bathing in the blackness
where she remains untouchable
only her thoughts
quiet whispers, fall on sharpened senses
she longs for nothing
for no one, lost in the quietude
she just is ...
shadows fall short along the walls
curtains are drawn to push out
any existing light
darkness swells
bringing quiet in the solitude
only sound, her breath
slow and methodical
she closes her eyes
scent of the day
wrapped around her
sweet robe of earth and cool rivers
bathing in the blackness
where she remains untouchable
only her thoughts
quiet whispers, fall on sharpened senses
she longs for nothing
for no one, lost in the quietude
she just is ...
#night
#silence
#peace
479 reads
10 Comments
light fades
shadows fall short along the walls
curtains are drawn to push out
any existing light
darkness swells
bringing quiet in the solitude
only sound, her breath
slow and methodical
she closes her eyes
scent of the day
wrapped around her
sweet robe of earth and cool rivers
bathing in the blackness
where she remains untouchable
only her thoughts
quiet whispers, fall on sharpened senses
she longs for nothing
for no one, lost in the quietude
she just is ...
shadows fall short along the walls
curtains are drawn to push out
any existing light
darkness swells
bringing quiet in the solitude
only sound, her breath
slow and methodical
she closes her eyes
scent of the day
wrapped around her
sweet robe of earth and cool rivers
bathing in the blackness
where she remains untouchable
only her thoughts
quiet whispers, fall on sharpened senses
she longs for nothing
for no one, lost in the quietude
she just is ...
#night
#silence
#peace
479 reads
10 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About the Night Published by Members Recently Online