Best Dark Of Night Poems
As you all peacefully sleep
My heart is awoken by the darkness of the night
I slumber through this empty house
For I carry in me a heavy heart
I light a candle, then a few
The movie of my past now flashes before my eyes
I stare at the empty walls, where pictures once hung
I hear the ghostly voices of lovers past
I hear the silence of dreams escaped
A sad faced mime touches my shoulder
Whispers of I feel your pain drift out the open window
Alone
In the dark of the night
The night was strangely hushed and cloaked
by the clouds scuttling across the silvery moon.
The breeze made the night air feel chilled,
yet her flanks were covered in sweat
as she strained, muscles quivering and chest heaving.
It had to be quick as she could hear predators
for now in the far distance yet moving in.
Still she strained the legs and face now visible.
One last final thrust and it is born already
struggling to find its feet and be ready to flee.
Anxiously the mother licked and licked
stimulating muscles, nerves and blood.
Valiantly the baby stands and starts to suckle
its feet going every which way as it fights
for control over its unruly members.
Within five minutes its ready to run
its mother calls it deep into the herd.
Surrounding them with a protective barrier
Out of all this years Zebra foals only a
handful will survive and sire other foals.
The rest falling prey to Lions and other cats
the crocs too will feast at the river crossings.
The odd sickly ones become dinner for hyena's.
Such is life on the East African plains, nature
culls all but the fittest ensuring strong blood lines.
My hopes lay dying,
caught in webs the night had spun;
will they hide the morning ray?
I calmed my crying,
dwelled on dawn's bright golden sun;
born again- the hope of day.
January 8, 2016
Contest: Bite-Size Poem No. 12
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I am a wanderer in the dark of night,
visiting when you are helpless, in your sleep.
Your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite.
All your thoughts are mine to pillage as I might
there is no hidden corner I cannot creep;
I am a wanderer in the dark of night
Dirty rotten secrets hidden out of sight;
no matter where they are buried or how deep;
your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite
In deep slumber, it is me that you invite;
call me Shalim, Hades, Somnus, or Apeep,
I am a wanderer in the dark of night
When your eyes are closed, you're mine to own, outright;
oh, joy, rich harvests you have for me to reap;
Your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite
Before you rest, you kneel, you arch hypocrite.
I laugh you've prayed; a god, your soul, to keep.
I am a wanderer in the dark of night.
Your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite.
in the dark of night
they found the most wanted man
and his life's details
Dark of Night
In the dark of night I awaken
the nightmare comes again
In a cold sweat, head and heart racing
I know it will stop, but when?
my Brother! I scream out loud
oh God, he needs to be healed
found him with a gun in his mouth
suicide-it’s the real deal
again it must be the family curse
as for brothers-he’s number four
with three dead of booze and pills I didn’t think It could get worse
like their dying is settling some score
he didn’t show any fear
even when the gun went CLICK!
he was calm and his intention was clear
like in a scene from some movie clip
In an instant he would have be gone
and blood splattered all over the place
I’d be tormented by what went wrong
each time I remembered his face
locked away in a place he can’t get away from
he’s struggling, he says he’s had enough
battered and weathered by a violent storm
wading through it is going to be tough
at 55, he almost died by his hand
God spared my brothers’ life
but he’s still a broken, suffering man
who cries in the dark of night
-8-8-14
My internal clock is a bane to me
waking me from dreams of paradise
thrusting me into life's stark reality
not allowing sleep when closing my eyes
No matter how many hours of sleep I need
I wake between three and four o'clock
Eyes wide open, blood red as if they bleed
I lie awake, listening to the clock... tick tock
My thoughts run through a gambit of things
that insist on keeping me tossing and turning
Is there truth in believing angels have wings?
I welcome Dawn but for sleep I am yearning
There are times when I pace in soft candlelight
hoping my lids grow heavy with need of sleep
but it's not to be... haunting reveries take flight
refusing me the restful peace of slumber deep
In these times of quiet hours of early morn
when blurry eyed, I pick up my pen and write
rhymed verses in which I chastise and scorn
my internal clock that wakes me before daylight
Silence as the days go by
A world were kindness is no more
But one maiden He could adore
So pure as not able to lie
She could sing as thou no voice could be heard
As He would describe Her as a white rose in the night
So gentle yet fierce to fight
She always stirred
So softly as thou someone was always looking at Her
Mighty as He could be
But all She could see
Was love and despair?
Yet She cared so slightly for her thoughts
Nor He was sound with thoughts of love
Messages were sent on a snow-white dove
To share the fait of harmony
Yet interference was strong
A snake some might day
And when she would stray
There was a terrible song
But brave as a lion be
Brought Her back
Yet once more interference would attack
But win no less
Days of happiness would go by
And tunes of sorrow would disappear
Yet She felt rain upon her eyes
And He brought sun light to Her sight
Wishing She could dance till midnight
Telling Her to carry on
And say no more till dawn
Yet time was at its might
He wanted Her to whisk away
And listen to the loud crashing bells
Hopefully no one tells
The secrets He has told this day
Horses riding to the shore
Only two
Me and You
Smell the flowers strong and mild
Beauty as She is
But She could only see Her faults
He wished She lived in happiness
Moons and suns would change
And stars would gain and loose
And planets would rearrange
Because love was found and lost
The day He slept silently
A Dragon awakened angrily
But She had slept restlessly
The Dragon stepped so harshly
Awakened Her up
And felt fire as hot as the sun
She felt the need to run
But bravely stopped to look upon Him
But the Dragon grabbed Her with his claws
He stood tall with a powerful strength
He grabbed his sword at length
And fought the Dragon for His White Rose
She was sound not scared at all
He slashed up and got a hit
It created a large slit
And the Dragon fell
She clasped in his claws
He managed to release Her
They walked away in joyful steppes
Looking back at the dreadful sight
Rebels came to stare away
Drained the blood of the Dragon
And when they were done
They walked away
With happy faces
She felt hurt for He was wounded
He felt strengthened for She was saved
i sent my prayers out to the wind
doubting anyone was listening
i called out to the universe
in each and every direction
'twas then I heard in echo
the likes of angel voices
midst silence of the night
the songs of whippoorwills
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2021
MONUMENTAL AMERICA
(c)11/1/20, Iris Sankey-Lewis
Monumental America, you said, "In God We Trust."
this super power thing of yours won't rust
the nerve of change to rearrange
internal wealth all by itself gives clue
beauty is in the eyes of Sages, good as new.
You've birth the good, the bad, and the ugly
on grounds of mighty enterprise; semi holy
oh, pray those carefree days are over
let persecutors pause; penn like Solomon, thoughts on vanity
oh say, can you see, the power of redeeming quality?
You stood shoulder to shoulder like twin towers
with panoramic views, and friends, and lovers
haters watch as you paint a new montage
the weight of it surpass the number of lives lost
now at a crossroad; let's make merry at no cost.
Erase the lies. Together your children will rise
oh stars as pure as midnight sky
no condemnation shall befall those sturdy
magnify the God in whom we trust
this super power thing of yours won't rust.
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It was a warm balmy night very peaceful
the woods slept soundly the moon shone
In the quiet stepped out a unicorn flowing
silver mane it paused sniffing the air warily
Satisfied it started to cavort around gayly
soon a stag joined in and a fairy both dancing
They called to friends to join in all stepping high
Dancing and cavorting they continued till dawn.
They then went their separate ways only hoof
marks showed they were ever there people
puzzled over marks and shook their heads
Yet on the next moon lit night they returned.
And for many nights they cavorted with glee
Waiting for something to appear still waiting
then a star beamed down and prettily she
came touching noses with her mate then
They vanished back into the undergrowth
leaving all wondering if they ever or not
had been there at all.
Sun sets and life begins to ease
The curtains closes on cue
Everything goes down
As we do
Life darkens
and our lives begin in shade
Dreaming of what we have done
And ambitions we've made
We are always promised tomorrow
For their is always another sunset
Always another day we rise
So we thank life
For waking us up
To another day we survive
In the days
New and old
Hearts folly
Stories untold
Happiness rides
The westward winds
Misery joins dangling
Over the depths of sin
The Angel's storm gliding
Through the vertical horizon
Bringing tears from the moon
Who's secretly hiding now
Approaching hope with
Her wings of glory
Remorse floating
In her breeze
Forgiveness
Gratitude
Following
The pack
It's safe
To say that's
All we have left
R.K.H
Dark of night; Angels in flight.
Darkness hues; coloring all of my views.
Take these stakes, the cause of my heartbreak.
I can see Home; so why must I stay,
In a place where everything is taken away.
Darkness hues; stakes are higher,
The darkness is not my funeral pyre.
Home calls its child to stay; in an attempt to take the darkness away.
But not for me but for others. Now the darkness no longer smothers.
I breathe for Home and remain to stay. Now that I
know what drives the darkness away.
The dark of night intensifies
People’s frights
The dawn of light illuminates
People’s sights
The twilight of vesper lights
Divides the wrong from the right