Poems About the Night by Top Critiquers
#night
Poems about the night by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
I Watch the Night
As dawn approaches
The cold winter mountain air whispers
Everything else whether near or far is silent
Every living creature seem lost in their dreams until the break of day
The gloom of the night slowly fades away
As the dark sky begins to turn a different hue
The loneliness lurking in that stillness like a ghost
Rustles through the trees with a hum resonating through mind and time
The cold lingers with a harsh chill to the bones
While the lights from the stars languish in the distance
Soon the rest of the world will awake to...
The cold winter mountain air whispers
Everything else whether near or far is silent
Every living creature seem lost in their dreams until the break of day
The gloom of the night slowly fades away
As the dark sky begins to turn a different hue
The loneliness lurking in that stillness like a ghost
Rustles through the trees with a hum resonating through mind and time
The cold lingers with a harsh chill to the bones
While the lights from the stars languish in the distance
Soon the rest of the world will awake to...
#hope
#winter
#night #nature
#night #nature
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2 Comments
Morbid Tales
When fire leaps from the northern mountain
roaring hellfire awaits
servants of sorcery
diabolical
rage on the heavens
the rites of their crosses
smashed down
the pentagram burns bright
darkness shall be eternal
roaring hellfire awaits
servants of sorcery
diabolical
rage on the heavens
the rites of their crosses
smashed down
the pentagram burns bright
darkness shall be eternal
#dark
#evil
#night
#fire
#devil
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8 Comments
Willful
Sigh to touch the night
frightening and immence
A vast energy willing you in
comes upon you fast
While you stand alone in an open field
hairs on your head stand on end
and you're aware you're in its presence
potential announced
it gives you a glower
So much intimidating power
cruel in its intentions
Your gut tenses
midnight has you
A blood moon watchs on longingly
willing to show you its intensity
quiet and deadly it moves across you like a breeze
calling you to the outer...
frightening and immence
A vast energy willing you in
comes upon you fast
While you stand alone in an open field
hairs on your head stand on end
and you're aware you're in its presence
potential announced
it gives you a glower
So much intimidating power
cruel in its intentions
Your gut tenses
midnight has you
A blood moon watchs on longingly
willing to show you its intensity
quiet and deadly it moves across you like a breeze
calling you to the outer...
#night
#God
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Moonbeams
" There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth" - Nietzsche
I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of
haunted thoughts lodged below.
Never fear the terror of your deep. ...
I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of
haunted thoughts lodged below.
Never fear the terror of your deep. ...
#sea
#moon
#night #meditation
#night #meditation
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15 Comments
I feel you
Close now your eyes and see me.
My whispers in the darkness touch you,
embrace the arousal.
Unleash your imagination.
Let the weight of my intentions
move your flesh, feel me
upon your skin.
Inhale deeply my presence.
Feel the pressure of my dreams
tasting your lips.
In here you are free.
Release the inhibitions.
See that it is my hands as you
touch yourself.
It is not a lie the imagination,
but a vision unto manifestation.
When you feel me I am real.
Darkness embraced becomes our
sanctuary. ...
My whispers in the darkness touch you,
embrace the arousal.
Unleash your imagination.
Let the weight of my intentions
move your flesh, feel me
upon your skin.
Inhale deeply my presence.
Feel the pressure of my dreams
tasting your lips.
In here you are free.
Release the inhibitions.
See that it is my hands as you
touch yourself.
It is not a lie the imagination,
but a vision unto manifestation.
When you feel me I am real.
Darkness embraced becomes our
sanctuary. ...
#erotic
#dreams
#night
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10 Comments
Ephah
It's late
I want to write
I don't want to read
nor scry
I don't want to design
consumeristic graphics
I simply want words
to emerge as the Moon
from behind clouds
illuminating the field
while I, as Ruth, glean
what's left behind
before threshing
the miniscule amount
into an ephah of poem
to carry home
~
I want to write
I don't want to read
nor scry
I don't want to design
consumeristic graphics
I simply want words
to emerge as the Moon
from behind clouds
illuminating the field
while I, as Ruth, glean
what's left behind
before threshing
the miniscule amount
into an ephah of poem
to carry home
~
#moon
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
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i listened
i listened,
no sound
was evident
in my ear,
the morning
was not
speaking,
he had
lost
his power
of speech
during
the night,
that unintended
spontaneous
moment
dissolving
into that
black river,
circling back,
the echo
will swarm
like rhyme,
once spoken
before.
no sound
was evident
in my ear,
the morning
was not
speaking,
he had
lost
his power
of speech
during
the night,
that unintended
spontaneous
moment
dissolving
into that
black river,
circling back,
the echo
will swarm
like rhyme,
once spoken
before.
#universe
#morning
#night #evolution
#night #evolution
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6 Comments
In The Shadows...
I come to you only in whispers,
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
In shadows,
Once everyone has left the show -
Where chairs lay upon tables.
Only when the moon is glowing,
Am I showing -
Myself to you...
Allowing you in -
Where secrets hide.
#secrets
#moon
#night
#SelfDiscovery
#emotions
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28 Comments
I SLEEP SO WELL
I sleep so well
au naturel.
If you're no prude,
it means in nude -
no negligees
nor mere PJs.
Feeling so free
in nudity,
sleeping as God
made this fair bod,
skin next to silk
warm like mum's milk,
so assuring
of deep resting.
au naturel.
If you're no prude,
it means in nude -
no negligees
nor mere PJs.
Feeling so free
in nudity,
sleeping as God
made this fair bod,
skin next to silk
warm like mum's milk,
so assuring
of deep resting.
#night
#rhyming
#sleep #sensual
#sleep #sensual
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7 Comments
Cop a Buzz, Cop a Feel
Let's go to a dive bar
Drink potent Mango Margaritas
Eat burgers and fries
Cop a buzz
Cop a feel
Get a room by the hour
Run up a tab
Drink potent Mango Margaritas
Eat burgers and fries
Cop a buzz
Cop a feel
Get a room by the hour
Run up a tab
#lust
#night
#alcohol
#lover
#StreamOfConsciousness
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16 Comments
Smoke the Night
Summon Night
Mary Jane is here
We smoke her
like there is no tomorrow
cuz she screws our pain
which help us
live live
So Summon Night
We must get laid!
Mary Jane is here
We smoke her
like there is no tomorrow
cuz she screws our pain
which help us
live live
So Summon Night
We must get laid!
#women
#sex
#night
#marijuana
#dirty
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4 Comments
Hunter's Moon (Featuring Naajir)
it's the growl of a beast on the prowl
pulled from deep slumber
by desperate hunger
face lifted
eyes closed
easing leisurely from its hidden lair
drawn by instinct
scent of prey in the air
moving on silent feet
hunting the sensed
tracking the unseen
aggression leads
down a winding trail
through ethereal woodlands
as beads of sweat
flows in silent patterns
the animus is
ultra-felt as kindred
extraverted through thickened adrenaline
razor sharpening intuition
panting a nostalgic...
pulled from deep slumber
by desperate hunger
face lifted
eyes closed
easing leisurely from its hidden lair
drawn by instinct
scent of prey in the air
moving on silent feet
hunting the sensed
tracking the unseen
aggression leads
down a winding trail
through ethereal woodlands
as beads of sweat
flows in silent patterns
the animus is
ultra-felt as kindred
extraverted through thickened adrenaline
razor sharpening intuition
panting a nostalgic...
#forest
#moon
#night
#nature
#mythology
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