Best Dead Of Night Poems

Stealth in the dead of night
His advance afloat evanescent waves
Gliding ever so gently
Hovering on a cloud of velvet
Lurking like a thief
His approach on pervading wafts of gardenia
Stealth in the still of night
Under a hazy moon in a starless sky
The brush of his lips on her...

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MY DEAD OF NIGHT
I should tell you a lie, 
it's a bad dream you're living,
but reality is knowing what you are,
you could ride on the wind,
but it won't take you very far.

I would show you the light,
it's a black candle burning,
and the hottest part is...

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It was the dead of night the cold moon gave a faint light.
It's melancholy glance covered the trees they were bare and barren of leaves.
A scream of terror pierced the night my blood ran cold with fright.
Suddenly I awake from this dream knowing what I...

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In the dead of night
The sun is hiding
Replacing blue skies 
Black silhouette 
Blank canvas 
Starry night 
Tiny white sparkles
Twinkling brightly
Surrounded by space
Flicker on and off

The time is now dawn
Sun rises
Glorious yellow
A round ball
Shimmering heat felt
Flowers greet
A world of beauty
We destroy every day
Bit by bit
Why I...

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Electricity crackling,
dancing in the sky above
And some dead thing moves
				imperceptibly, 
down inside the castle below
A mad scientist cackling, 
howls at the midnight moon with glee
Devilish delight ...
Abominable works being done
in the dead of night
Obscure in the background working busily,
the sidekick, lab assistant 
	  ...

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once again, a lonely trail
dust settles thick on this lost tale
no stars guide, no moon light
no haven sought in the dead of night

desert days of sun and heat
evening comes without relief
nothing wet will quench your thirst
loneliness remains a curse

bedding down on mountain terrain
a sudden burst...

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By the light of day,
Near the edge of night.
I heard whispered tales,
Of an ethereal sight.

With my muddled vision,
By now spirited head.
Bound for the graveyard,
To walk among the dead.

The air had been cooled,
By an early winter frost.
So I mustered my courage,
Then the threshold I crossed.

The silence...

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there is beauty in many colors but true beauty comes from the heart

5/30/2018...

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Dead of Night…

I am talking to myself in the dead of night
Waiting for responses from my shadow
Distant echoes ringing through my brain
Bring me to rise and gaze outside my window

I look for answers, resume the endless search
But I lurch ahead as slow as can be
Unable...

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She is woken by the noise
Of raised voices downstairs
She recognises her husband’s voice
The other she is unaware

She stands and listens
Trying to decipher what’s being said
Though the voices are too mumbled
Yet the anger she hears fills her with dread

As she steps towards the bedroom door
There are...

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With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks  and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who  sleep within can never  be seen

As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a morgue
As silent as the grave
As the sheathing of a sword.

The...

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...in a world of over 7 billion inhabitants...sisters and brothers manage to stay away from each other...in matters of the heart, love, and family...thus the darkness, and evil fill in the gaps...




By Dead of Night

By the wind of day and the dead of night
The darkness...

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Moving and going
Up and down the city streets
Entering in
Exiting out of Cafes
Clicketing clicks
On all those high heeled feet

Gleaming sundown atop high rise towers
In this crowded town
Just about sunset now
Keys jingle
Doors slamming shut
With distant chatter, banter
Followed by bouts of eclectic laughter
Echoes through the air
Blues, Greens, Red...

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My Valentine, you shall ever be mine, 
Luna’s love, upon you, shall ever shine, 
we shall find our joy within passion’s spheres. 
Now.my beloved, we share precious love, 
it shall always be shared, in stars above, 
where no prying eyes see and no ear hears....

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In the dead of night
Dreams already dare
Eery silence fills
The dark casm 
Soon to be unbare

In the dead of night
Little girls start to fight
Against dark claws
Bars holding them tight
Suffocating what must be

In the dead of night
Trouble starts to stir
With hasty heart
And nervous hand
Little girls start to...

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