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Good night footsteps by Miljkovic, Davor
Good Night GOD by Simpson, Carlene
Good night little one by Torres, Joshua
Lullaby And Good Night by Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic, David
good morning good night by Cross, Jim
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4 in the Morning

At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything you accomplished the previous day.

5am, that’s the breaking point.
The sun climbs out of bed, and chases away 
the comforting lure of night and all dreams of slumber. 
The damned birds start peeping and you curse and sigh, 
watching the room change colours 
until you must get up to join the others.

But 4am, it’s the gaping time of day 
that even the insomniacs deny.
As if night took a deep breath and forgot to exhale,
the silence is quieter, the darkness more pure.
You hide under covers and stare into emptiness
trying to make something of black space
but your mind remains impossibly blank.


Copyright © Ashley W. | Year Posted 2014

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FINDING ME


To sigh deep in the interlude of time
Before my world of silence closes in, 
As nightfall marks the ticks of birdsong’s chime
And let a North Star bless my world within.
The change of song brings memories’ relief
Asking not what true dreams are all about;
So chant dear sparrows and take flight with peace
And will my wings to rise without a doubt.
Then prayers spill for moments truly felt
For graced tokens of charms are now endowed;
When solace drifts as fragrant raindrops melt
To lounge on twilight’s edge , adorned its  shroud.

Oh, joy so calm beneath the pewter moon
A journey trailed,  where dawn will find me soon.


Where Will They Find You Contest of Marugo Mo
3/18/2016



Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

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The Cowboy's Life

As the pastel moon rises across the midnight blue a lone wolf’s dark silhouette appears into view his boast is known from Cowboy to prairie dog fore this is the night chill that turns to morning fog the early dawn is thawed by a piping hot cup o’ Joe No time to waste, just a few days brings first snow Such is the Cowboy’s life on the cattle drive


Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

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Stand your Ground, even as the world Falls apart

There is a fracture to my heart, oxygen deprived to my brain.
It just won't let me love again. 
Is this where I fool myself to believe, this is the fun part?

My system is in repair, It's not A-Okay.
I don't care what people say.
I will not become part of the jungle out there.

Maybe i'll shed a few more tears,
and as they evaporate into thin air with every care.

I remember that...

It was my decision to take the fall,
because even now, I want her to stand tall.


Copyright © that Twistedthought | Year Posted 2015

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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn


Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

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Walk In The Woods

As I enter the woods for a walk on a path walked by many
I see that the trees create an overhead canopy
With small streak of light filtering through the canopy
Squirrels scampering up and down the trees
Birds chirping and singing in perfect harmony
Toads blending into their surrounding
Frogs croaking on lily pads in the nearby pond
Balsam trees giving off their fresh scent of pine
My eyes can't believe the beautiful sights and sounds heard as I leave
Thinking what a wonderful walk in the woods I had 





Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015

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Midnight For Me

It's now, once again midnight and yesterday is all but gone. The beginning of a new day a little peace and quiet until dawn. It's the time I like to take a moonlit drive, with the windows all rolled down. Feel the breeze upon my face as we are headed out of town. Rolling through the old places, we used to go, when I was young. Where we used to all meet on the back roads, looking for anything to do that was fun. It usually involved beer, and some cool rock'in tunes. We would party until the break of dawn then sleep till just about noon. Those were the days when midnight, was the beginning of my day. We would be cruising down the back roads, just letting the music play.
Dan Kearley: 11-17-15


Copyright © Dan Kearley | Year Posted 2015

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Goodnight to the Moon

Another night has come and gone
Sleep tight old friend the moon
The sands of time are running fast
As days turn in to dunes

Yellow takes away the black
Today is but a breath
Yesterday will not be back
'til shadows dance of death

Fret not my ageless sleepy friend
Sands will cease not falling
Dunes fade to beaches at the end
Dusk tides will soon be calling



    an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner


Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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It is Book Year

>Most fictional books are pretend.
The hero should win in the end.
Unless you write a trilogy.
Each must end on a cliff hanger, agree!

Then the next one, you must buy.
Hoping the hero does not die.
But as it is a trilogy.
You know you'll have to buy book three. 

I am not advertising books on here.
I would not do that, do you hear?
Although I do have books of poetry.
Like this they are in print you see. 

Today, I am writing on here.
So all of you have nothing to fear.
From Smarty my Search and Rescue Dog.
Not a poetically minded dog.
Although some of my books, he likes to hog. 
This verse is getting far too long.
Any more a book will come along. 

So thanks Poetry Soup from poet me.
For allowing me to write on thee.
All those words inside my head.
Allowing me to write them here instead. 
So as i'm laying in me bed.
Perhaps I will fall asleep instead.
Of keeping them, stuck in my head.

Zzz Zzz Zzz Stanley  (The mad Author)<



Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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Indecision No need to read between the lines

Indecision!

No need to read between the lines.

By Stanley Russell Harris
(the new mad author)
and (Poetry Soup Honourably Mentioned)


No need to read between the lines.
There is nothing to be found.
Right way up, sideways, or upside down.

What you read is what you get.
There is nothing hidden and yet…
You are looking, I know you are.

Sorry, there is nothing, I know I am right.
As this is all what I do write.
Now day has turned into night.

So please digest what I have wrote.
As I lay here a simple bloke.
Although my writing, is not a joke.

Just read the words I did write.
They made no sense to me tonight.
Was just that writing bug, alright.

I thought, what the heck, I’ll let it write.
Although I have nothing to say!
That bug will write until its day.

I will, have the last word today!
Or was it night, I meant to say?


Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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PASSION SEX ON THE FLOOR

we got it on
mabe it was wrong
it was at the fire place
sitting face to face
than we kiss nuthin we miss
we started to do more
as we begin to go
we had 
PASSION SEX ON THE FLOOR


Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2014

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Good Night My Wife

So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.

Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.

To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.

Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.

The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.

But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
©Anees Rahman


Copyright © Anees Rahman | Year Posted 2014

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Wise Old Owl

Perched upon my window seal while looking up at the moon
I was listening for the night bird's song when an welcoming
"Who", echoed across my room.

Hello Wise Old Owl, with your bright eyes and gentle call.
Tell me how to achieve such wisdom sitting in the trees
that stands so tall.

He turned his head and again he gave a "Who".
You, I said, Your the one I am talking to.
Don't you have any words of wisdom for the one
sitting in your presence and talking to you?

Another "Who" danced into the air and just then I realized
why he didn't share. It wasn't because he didn't care.
He is the keeper of knowledge in the forest place and he
charmingly protects the animals from the human race.

I understood his wisdom and questioned him no more,
and wished the Wise Old Owl a goodnight before closing
the window and heading to bed, across my creaky floor.


Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

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- Nothing To Fear -


    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    No creepy troll 
    under your bed                                                                  
    Nothing to fear                                                                  
    Mommy is near  

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    There is no tiger
    under your bed
    Nothing to fear                                                                  
    Mommy is near  

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    The dust dots under the bed        
    That is angels slippers
    Nothing to fear
    Mommy is near

    Close your eyes
    Sleep tight
    Let the moon and stars
    be in your dreams
    Nothing to fear
    Mommy is near




    - A good night comfort ....... many small children need
      some comforting in the evening - Small simple words :)

    18.02.2015
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved




Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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I Lost You That Day

I lost you that day 
when it was 
raining, 

And drops 
of your face 
clumsily, 

r o l l e d away.


Copyright © Ammy Avocet | Year Posted 2014

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- Small Steps Walks Carefully X 2 -

 
  


    NEW

    Hush my little child 
    No more tears 
    Your mother and father 
    will be your guide 
    Beautiful as an angel 
    Fragile as glass 
    Like a little bird 
    that will learn to fly 
    Sleep now my child 
    Dream about tomorrow 
    Angels of the night cradles you 
    On the path to the dream of paradise 
    there is no fear of the dark 
    Small Steps Walks Carefully 
    Tomorrow is a new day
    together we will be 
    Dear child one day you will be brave




    OLD

    An old man
    He is more than 80 years
    Alone - His wife's death
    Sitting in his chair - has difficulty walking
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    The phone marks with red tape on number one
    Number one is his daughter's number
    He remember that
    Diapers Size X-Large, he sits in his chair
    Evening comes - the old man is tired
    He is not afraid of the dark
    But loneliness is painful
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    He has his dreams
    Wakes up in the middle of the night
    and look at the stars and the moon
    Tomorrow is a new day
    Alone

    Life ....




    14.05.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

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Bedtime At Grandma's

Small one
Playing is done
And your bedtime has come.
Wind is moaning
rafters shifting.
Listen.
Inside closets 
ghosts are sniffing.
Dare not move. Dream you fly.
Sun in your eye
Morning. 

Butterfly Cinquain

Gene Bourne.
07-05-14


Copyright © Gene Bourne | Year Posted 2014

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Lovers' Tryst

In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst

The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and chance a heart’s demise
While dreams hearken to this lovers’ tryst

Bright moon, stand fast!  Pray, ‘yond dawn, be stayed!
For Juliet, knowing well they’ll e’er desist
Wills not this blessèd night be here waylaid
For fear this dream remain a lovers’ tryst

Her surrendered heart belongs to Montague
The ‘morn will show if his own love be true


Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Romantic


Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2014

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Falling Star

(A Children's Poem)

I see you
          little star
sidling up to the moon
          to steal a kiss
from off his brow.

I see you
          little star
twinkling in the sky
          winking at me
as you pass by.

I see you
          little star
gliding past milky whey
          on your way
down to where we are.



Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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A wee Irish whiskey

I found myself
a good wee bottle 
of 10 year old Irish whiskey 
under my wee Irish down pillow
that must have been placed there 
by the wee good leprechaun 
tooth fairy

I could not bring myself 
to hurt her wee feelings 
so I opened it up 
and drunk my wee Italian self 
down to sleep
counting 40 pink plaid
wee Irish sheep


Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014

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Gasping Stars Look Down Upon My Tired Soul

Gasping Stars Look Down Upon My Tired Soul


When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay
There is this place I walk and roam
comfort away from worries of my home

The sidewalk ends and fields begin
I imagine they stretch and never end
Cool night air soothes my tired brain
far away, whistle of an old night train

My pace slows to soak so much more in
I am not alone, night is my friend
Gasping stars look down upon my soul
Seeking calm, I then reach my goal

Dog barks sadly as I slowly trod by
moans so blue, almost seems to cry
Past the farmhouse my favorite tree
massive black oak, does so comfort me

Gazing at its massive majestic form
I see damage from a terrible storm
Ahh yes, none are immune from harm
not even this great titan on the farm

Very slowly I turn to find my way back
retracing this walk along this track
A calm has now found my lonely spirit
happiness approaches I can even hear it

My pace increases as I seek to return
to the place where my love does burn
Family , the gift of my very long life
my children, my love , my sweet wife

When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay

Robert Lindley, 1-11-2015


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Lonely Nights

                             

                                                       Lonely Nights
  
                                         A picture to say good night my honey,
                                                    no more sweet kisses.
                                
                                         A picture to hold, all I have left of you,
                                                     kept by my bedside.
 
                                        No sweet embrace, left are memories
                                              of my nights, shared with you.


                                                   Anne Rutherford
                                                    Copyright 2011
                                           Poem From The Heart Series.


Copyright © Anne Rutherford | Year Posted 2014

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DREAM VISITOR


DREAM VISITOR

Welcome intruder of my private world
visiting me at the twilight of my sleep
finishing with me into the deep slumber.

Satisfying me into completeness
dream visitor, you have come again
to ravish me and to make me shy.

I see your shadow, I feel your presence
about me. You live inside me, lay atop of
my nudity, arousing sensuous stimuli
causing spontaneous imploding- and tremors.

My senses go haywire, STARTING a-fire, I am lit.
You then let me smolder in all that you have
induced. I lie their desire-ring nothing-
squirming in tranquility.

Upon awakening I am shy, As I appear
to you Somehow you must know...
My brain has scattered as I-fold-up like a
Chinese-fan before your very eyes

I run away when I see you in the day.
Afraid that my eyes may reveal, or betray me;
You must know, you were there in spirit and it seems...
In daylight, you mock me.

When your spirit visits my dreams, it is impossible
that we are not both inclined, to have arrive at this apex
same time, Are you my coitus ghost?
fulfilling me to the utmost.

When I see you, I lose all my faculties.
I avoid you in the daytime too; Upon laying eyes on you.
I forget what I came to say or do. If I look at you;
Immediately sensations rush through.

The fact of the matter is, like a school-girl I am flattered
At the twilight of my sleep you enter. As you ignite and
quell fires in me, ecstatically overwhelmed- You finish me.
leaving me conquered by your rapture' visitor.

O' intruder of my slumber- O' Dream visitor of mine.
I gain control by staying busy all the day;
wanting to exhaust myself - Thus the only way.

Prevent your visit I must, and keep you beyond
the barriers of my deep slumber,
Tonight, I deeply sleep, becoming totally
in-cognizant; You will need consent.
I must not lose control of my dreams.

I cannot lose control of my dreams to
this ravenous intruder-Who satisfies me beyond reality.
Tonight, your spirit will not demand my flesh-
I wild hide behind the sound wall of exhaustion.
Even though I have never known such contentment,
O prowess of Morpheus ...O' dream intruder-
the morning after is to confounding



Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014

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Mikey The Mango Muncher

Mikey is a mango muncher,
He just loves that yellow fruit,
It is orange on the outside
With fragrant aroma that's so beaut.

Once he takes that skin off
His taste buds do a loop-de-loop,
Munching all that yellow flesh,
It really is his favourite fruit.

Now the juice is running everywhere,
What a mess he's in,
It's dripping down both his cheeks 
Just near Mikey's yellow grin.


Copyright © john williams | Year Posted 2015

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Time Won't Wait

Awake, I lay still, Waiting day, under review. Tempted to fall back Asleep, and hold the day at bay. I rise instead. Time won't wait. I gather my thoughts Over coffee freshly brewed. A strategy formed, To accomplish what I must. I move on out. Time won't wait. At end of day's length, Assessing successes strong. Smart to prepare first. Then to put legs on my plans. I rest a bit. Time won't wait. The children come play. Suspending all that is mine, About cherished time. Smiles and laughter reminding, I choose to love. Time won't wait!


Copyright © Michael Wegman | Year Posted 2014