Best Darkest Night Poems
The moon was on leave,
The stars were no more
It was not, but in the mid of the darkest night
It was not rain, but the tears of the sleepless eyes
That washed away the beauty of the beautiful sky
It was, but a night of moonless sky,
A night of starless sky
It was, but a wonderful night of the waterlog eyes
It was a fearful night for the fearless heart,
A breathless night for the breathing heart
A restless night for the resting soul
It was in the middle of the darkest night,
A night of light less sky
When I ruminate in trepidations forlorn,
Darkness traversed in search of dawn,
Vying fertile shores, oceans I crossed,
Nightmares that my dreams doled out;
Looking back now, how I fondly recall--
In those hardships success was born.
As I watch frigid woes glinting on snow,
Winters that melt and in rivers flow,
Parched-leaves tinting autumn’s glow,
I wonder how seasons in throes know;
Behind clouds of despair rises arc of hope.
When I spend today in tempests bygone
Brooding in defeat of conquests lost,
Yesterdays that were callously tossed;
I once again follow footsteps of the past
Imprisoning my triumphs of tomorrow
Arresting winsome ambitions of now.
Learning the lessons from where I was
I reassure anxieties perturbing my life:
Travails of turbulence won’t last long,
For a darkest night too brightens in dawn,
A rainbow forms after a storm is gone.
So, I clasp the hand of a leisurely walk
Unfettered by constant tick of time clock,
Passionately answering call of my heart
Bequeathing moments that forever last.
August 8, 2022
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Darkest Night blinds my sight.
Breeze of cold chills my soul.
When day breaks, I will weep.
Because the Darkest Night is when I sleep.
Moon will shine by some design.
Protecting all, keeping us in line.
Power it emits beauty to all.
Time I love most is when night falls.
The day means nothing it isn’t real.
That’s because it hasn't learned how to feel.
The Darkest Night now that’s a sight.
The Darkest Night is when I feel right.
You know the man who came to town
is nothing but a fake blown clown
but he is here you got him now
what will you do with this big fat cow?
Soon you’ll know his lies are real
as you find out his life’s surreal
because the truth is it’s a lie
so get the truth before you die
the truth is there if you just look
not hard to find it's in a book
to see what future there will be
for all who bask in his reverie
I pray with all of us who know
that he is one big fearful foe
So those who think that he’s a healer
all we see’s a heartless killer
Please learn to listen with your mind
And don’t be swayed by all his slime
question why he lies so much
and when he's wrong he does not budge
Why does this scoundrel of wealth deny
All those who want to taste the pie
His urge is strong to malign the poor
Making himself a contentious boor
It could be he has a plan
to make America white again
and take away the darkest night
for white Americans in fright
In the darkest of night people hide in there homes
Fearing for there lives as creatures roam the streets in
The dead of night praying on anyone who would dare get
In there way they were not exactly nice creatures as to
They were vampires and werewolves running a muck around
The city in the darkest of night trying to catch a human foolish
Enough to be out of there home so that they may catch a quick bite.
In the dark of darkest night, the demons always start their preying;
preying, hidden from the light, on minds of souls whose lives are fraying.
Fraying into tattered shreds from games deceitful friends are playing;
playing in their weary heads without a care the price they’re paying.
Paying with their sanity, these weary souls are ever weighing;
weighing inhumanity by demons and the minds they’re slaying.
Slaying all their lifelong dreams, destroying hope that leaves them swaying;
swaying souls with raveled seams, as demons of the dark are preying.
May 9, 2019
In emptyness of this bed I feel the cold bite into my skin.
Curtains flow with the chilly breeze.
Turning in endless unrest her spirt haunts me even in these moments.
As memories replay keeping me awake shadows
fill this moonlit room I see her form move across
the to which just outta reach she does stay.
watching over me till the first light of day.
Darkest night you conceal that which I cannot say.
fragments of a soul erased by day.
Apon the wind her scent still does exist.
In darkest night she does come to my side.
Taking life from me a drop at a time .
The wicked curse she's a razor to any mans touch.
So willing to be loved yet unable to be close.
Eyes of red she enchants.
Unable to fight her nature.
Such a perfect wepon built to decive.
In darkness she haunts my soul.
As I the willing victem do awake her embrace of agony.
Takig more leaving me with ice water in my veins.
It's a nightmare of dreams a vison
without sight .
She is the the disease within the cure.
My brightest moment on the darkst night.
I couldn't sleep as normal,
I was half asleep I knew something was bothering me,
Then i started to recall my childhood,
And there it was the iceberg,
7 child murders in my area while I was growing up.
On the darkest night
Our judgment day
We wait in line for our retribution.
The teeming masses
Line up at the gates
Marching glassy-eyed toward execution.
One mind opened
And then another
Resulting in a riotous pulse.
The rebellious mob
Ignoring the gates
Rips down the walls to gain entry.
On the darkest night
Our judgment day
Another God has been burned to ashes.
I have given all I have—
The hush of dawn, the summer’s breath,
The songs I sang when skies were grave,
The strength that stilled another’s death.
Gentle light, the darkest night—
Shine not for me, but for the lost,
Who walk in chains, who dwell in blight,
Who know not yet the final cost.
I stood amid the thorn and flame,
And wore the burden others fled,
And when they mocked my mother's name,
The stars grew silent overhead.
I asked no crown, I craved no praise,
I sought no scepter, built no throne;
Yet still I rose through lesser days,
And carved a path where none had gone.
Rage against the gentle night,
Where soft deceit and silence dwell—
The thieves that robe the just in white,
Then sell their stories down the well.
The bushes hid the mourner’s tear,
The tree’s deep roots drank up the grief;
And time stood still, but none drew near,
To offer hope, or bring relief.
Lord, forgive them—still they know
Not the weight of what they do;
They trade their mercy for a show,
And scorn the love that once was true.
I have loved not them who kill
With glances cold and tongues of lead;
I have loved the meek, the still,
The broken ones the world left dead.
I gave my joy, I gave my youth,
I gave the stars their silver song—
And now I stand in ruthless truth,
Among the dust, where I belong.
Yet still, within the battered shell,
A spark endures, a tender flame—
A voice that will not bid farewell,
A whisper none can quite disclaim.
Let the wind cry out my name—
Let the rain remember me;
I have given all I have—
And that, at last, shall set me free.
There are people in life that will try to bring you down
Misery wants company Because they're sad they want to see you frown
They don't want to see you with any happy days They try everything in there power
to stand in glory's way
They're so angry at the world so they take it out on you They run from the problem
Left without a clue They keep living there life But they're really not living They are
stuck without happiness Anger driven
Those people can be who you would swear they're not They could be your
bestfriend Not anymore they filled an enemies spot Those people can be your
own mother maybe your father too Wait a minute look in the mirror that person
could be you
That person could be big or maybe two feet tall Maybe they're beautiful or maybe
there face resembles a brick wall Maybe they still smile in your face every single
day of your life or maybe they frown upon you letting it be known without thinking
twice
Whoever they are whoever must they be
Let them get out of your way
Let yourself be free
The world is full of roses and a sky so blue and bright But it's up to you to see it
Even on the darkness night
Darkest Night, Morning Lights
By Mark D. Stucky
Darkness descends
upon the rocky land,
and fills a tomb
of a slaughtered Lamb.
With that unmerited death,
everything seems lost,
and hope seeps away
into stone cracks.
Trembling tears and fears
consume devastated disciples,
scattered about Jerusalem
and hiding in shadows.
Until the appointed time
this Sunday morning,
when light bursts forth,
vanquishing darkness
above and from an empty tomb.
Two ascending lights this morning,
risen sun
and Risen Son.
(First published in Agape Review, 17 April 2022. See also my poems "Resurrection iBodies," "The God Behind the Curtain," and "Gilded Crosses?")
(Image by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay.com.)
Like a never ending dreams;
Eyes closed in the Darkness;
Pupils dilated traveling like,
A basketball on the gym floor;
The scenes are rolling,
Like a tire on an automobile on the road rolling;
Vision darken shades venetian blinds are down;
It’s night time the moon light and,
and stars shine;
Like specs of sand on a hot soiled ground;
Dreams of dynasty Cabaret touching my heart;
Before darken clouds rains dew parts;
Awaken from nightmares roar;
Like an awakening daydream at night;
Rhythm dreams Darkest Night
1/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
My lady of the darkest night who graced my heart with fear,
conceals her secret thoughts within my pain, and in my love
the hunger grows, for there is poison in her tender touch.
The wounds that pierce my heart each night as she is drawing near,
should she embrace my soul and bring me to the worlds above
where dreams come true, or she'll refuse my heart that loves too much.
My eyes reveal unspoken words that tell of my desire
while crying for her love behind my mask of passion's fire.
Yet in the blackened shadows of my heart, I know she's here,
torment entwining dreams with nightmares, her sweet lullabies.
My words erased by futile fears, she leaves an icy tear
to stall the beat within my heart, I'm blind to whispered sighs.
My lady of the darkest night, my love always shall hold you dear,
yet empty words you give me bear witness to my demise.
D-ecember twenty-seventh,
O-ne early Tuesday morning;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
I-t's time to enjoy and
S-ing.
D-on't let the new dawn turn
I-nto a lonely twilight;
Z-enith melts the Monday dusk,
O-utsmarting the darkest
N-ight.