Best Artnight Poems
Fireballs, meteors, or comets
hurled at the world like falling stars.
Aimed at little houses and little cars.
Speeding downward to crush the
homes
of a village and town where love and
freedom roam.
And this is seen but unknown by the
faces
that reside in such beautiful places...
For all appears as night and stars..
And they look up high into the sky
Yet none die or wonder why... They
live.
They give up no signs of fright
But gaze upon a Starry Night...
At glance and in trance up above.
For by these stars, they know "HIS"
love.
His love and unconditional affection.
"He" keeps them safe. They know
protection.
An unconditional love they can share
forever.
Be it with him or with each other,
they
live and laugh and love together...
On a Starry Night when light is gone
With him or with each other, they
are never alone...
On this canvas, they understand this.
They understand this:
Love, faith, and hope... somehow,
Will keep them safe from danger
now.
Wow...
They know this somehow...
They "know" everything I wish
I could "feel" right now...
Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh
--Ending of The Master Artist poem----
He worked for several days until one night when he was nearly through,
His hands clapped together in delight and the bright pastel dust flew.
Bright colors of pastels flew up into the night sky; the colors iridescent.
Magenta Mars and pastel stars shone down upon his nighttime creation
The Master knew he was almost through and he was filled with elation.
His mighty canvas seemed stagnant and he blew hard upon the dust
The pastels swirled and his pastel world seemed to twirl with the gust.
He stroked his beard, nodded and then painted what had been missing.
Red ochre and flesh tones of two people, then an apple they had wrested
From the tree that he had painted last—for on the seventh day he rested.
Diane Caudle
You cannot let go, cannot forget
Everything in the night
However easy it may seem
Smother a star and stay beneath the eyelids
Smother too the bitter moon with a cloud
Ardent red, colour my silence
Ardent red, on a smile that died
Ardent red, to hide my pain
In the night I lose myself
With the night I forgive you
I hide you beneath the ribs that hurt
With the bitter moon
When everything I desire is ardent red
I don’t want to lose you to the world outside
Remain unchanged- unquenchable red
Made her jealous on purpose he
tried. When the girl asked, do
you love me? on purpose he
lied. He played with jealousy
like it was a game. Little did he
know things would never be the
same. His plan was working but
he had no clue. How wrong
things would go the damage he
would do. One night she broke
down, feeling very alone. Just
her and her blade, no one else
home. She dialed his number,
he answered hello she told
him she loved him and hung up
the phone. He raced to her
house just a minute too late.
Beside her was a note, in it her
confesion. Her love for this boy
her only obsession. As he read
the note, he knelt down and
cried. Grabbed her knife, that
night they both died. She was
found in his arms, both of them
dead. Under her note his
handwritting said :i loved her,
but she never knew, all this
time i
loved her too.
for beheading the raceme
three bullets went into the bubbling chest the assassins
had come when she was alone with scars
on wings she sailed on voices of silence the melody
had kissed the moon in night without veil it was
dark night for blue hills they killed a bloom
of white jasmines why are you upset my love
she has gone on orange wheels towards the sun
the black sea mourns by throwing the wreaths
back on shore to protect the virginity of fishes
and waves a bleeding god disowns
the green earth
SATISH VERMA
* On the death of Aryaman Udas, killed by her two brothers
for singing melodious songs on stage and TV.
Maimed, tortured for love of resistance
this night appears to be
without an end.
There was nothing to lose,
it was looking for some reason
to die on the side of a cloud
when the sickle moon was sailing.
Tomorrow a new lie will be born.
Even a suicide bomber
will be tossed around,
like a new coin.
Weaving a dress of skin and bones
in the little sky of so many
purple birds.
Acoustics are not working
walls have no doors.
By night only a torch will be moving.
THE ARTIST
You touch the light that no one sees
and see winds whisper through the trees
deep in the night you think on these
few things, but everywhere.
You curse at life, the constant bore
but give it all you have and more
you're right on time but ask what for
when no one else is there?
You see the faces never shown
and bare the soul no one has known
but what you find are hearts of stone
who ask how could you dare?
You look too deep where no one goes
to feel the pain that on one shows
you know to where the west wind blows
when no one else would care.
You see each rain drop to the ground
and all night long you hear each sound
of mystery of what you've found
and hold them close and dear.
But you must hide these secrets of
what life's about, the pain, the love
and no one wants what's really there
though free--and everywhere.
talking about killing time
stand in line and identify
the code of mans will to do good
talking about restless love all the time
the twin geniusus told me
we look alike
see you in your dreams
teach you to expose a syndicate
with hand signals to win our own lottery
something about nonsense
the night i'll never forget
head backwards
bitter beer face
man in the purple hat
all for me
destiny's dream
sweet surrender for you
i may not be a dancer
in the night i awake
never to forget
what was said about the man i could put in my head
every possible sign
a lucky omen
5 digits with five numbers
the man in my dreams
subconciously fought with his identity
my best fan
with a world jumping up and down screaming
in my head
he did it