Best Fantasynight Poems
The moon kissed the sun goodnight
And the stars walked shinning bright
The night a pleasant silence brings
An occasional flutter of angels wings
Showers of stardust fall from way above
For someone's heart, for someone's love
For a soul who uttered a prayer
To be granted because they care
And in the night when rainbows hide
The Fairies fly and Pixies stride
Gnomes and Elves work hill and glade
In natures name the hour is played
Soil is tilled and seed is planted
Burst of colour for morning granted
Tiny lanterns that sway the night
We take as Fireflies with our sight
While we gently dream in sleep
Flora's workers a promise keep
Bring the dawn and fill our eyes
All of colour and deep blue skies
THE BELLY DANCER
The sparkling dazzle of those chandeliers , -
Transformed the night into an endless day !
And underneath its ignited glow ,
The belly dancer's hips moved to-and-fro !
With her semi-veiled face and mesmerizing eyes ,
And the rhythmic quiver of those half-coverd breasts ;
Her belly button a vortex of tantalizing desire ,
Hypnotized all those welcomed guests !
The Oriental music raced their blood ,
And ignited the night with the heat of desire !
Who knows , before this night comes to an end , -
They all may be consumed in that eternal fire !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
The moon won’t rise.
Unless lady gravity is holding her
Moonflower that’s still, shining bright.
Silver steps silver gown.
Spiraling up to the stars above the ground.
A heart she really cares.
Every night she illumes our light everywhere.
She does not mind time after time.
Walking countless steps so we can have nightlight.
Be grateful of our lady of light of the night.
With out her we would be blind at night time.
Delilah is a temptress with the magic of allure,
but special potions or devices aren’t required by her.
Women notice (enviously) her flawless skin so fair
and the unusual style of her lustrous long sleek hair.
She walks into a restaurant, a club, or any place. . . .
Silence falls as everybody’s gaze rests on her face.
The eyes of men are quickly drawn to a rosebud mouth
before they ever let their lustful eyes start traveling south.
That perfect mouth is painted pink. She lays one fingertip
seductively upon her pouty luscious bottom lip.
She wears a look “come hither” with the freshness of a girl,
and violets adorn her silky chestnut locks that swirl.
But merely entering the room is all she needs to do
for everyone to notice her most beautiful tattoo.
A rosy blossom at her eye the people see begin
to bloom out toward her cheekbone, and then narrow toward her chin.
A mark of beauty like no other they have ever seen:
this flowery tattoo must be the symbol of a queen!
Delilah only looks upon a man; his heart will burn,
and then he will do anything, this woman’s love to earn.
But the poor unfortunate with whom Delilah leaves
will taste forbidden fruit, and afterwards, he grieves.
That’s because Delilah cannot be with just one man.
This was the condition of another’s vengeful plan.
Because she spurned a powerful ancient god above,
he ruled that she would come to earth to never taste true love.
To keep her beauty, she must feel a mortal man’s desire,
but having one man more than once extinguishes the fire.
Should she stay with just one man, the tattoo near her eye
will fade away and like that flower, withering, she’ll die.
So the temptress - never staying in one place - moves on.
A night of passion, then her victim wakes to find her gone.
Having spent one night with her, his joy stays in the past,
and she, that lovely goddess, is denied a love that lasts.
Written by Andrea Dietrich
Inspired by the contest: "Tell Her Story"
Sponsored by ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
on this night of deep blue darkness
will come the footfalls,
of the one that i seek.
From this gaze of a thousand stars
will come to me,
the one that i love.
And now , the gust of the evening wind sways.
My heart skips a beat.
Whose footfalls? whose shadows?
Alas,my eyes speak for my lips.
Who knocks upon my heart?
Who is come?
Who paints me this emerald?
She` s the song that`s written for me
when no one is around,
when careless whispers etch
the motions of love,
upon the night`s fabric.
Tonight, my eyes await her arrival.
what modesty can prevent us?
what distance can stand between me,
and this that i seek.
this one that i love.
On this night of scented hues,
this moon-lit night that i get to melt into her arms,
this night of longing i never let die,
I shall burn in every pore.
Estranged to a lonely room
Littered with trash and splattered gloom
Fettered and sentenced to early doom
Distressed and distraught to a sordid mood
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
To make sure the windows latched
To make sure the door to match
Hope to God to soon to catch
Before settling to an unworldly nap
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Late night battered darkness broken
Metallic taste in my mouth beholden
Bathroom rush with my mouth open
Rinse the mouth and nose thus salted
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
I never see the imp come or go
Only disturbance in light or dark shadow
Low to the floor slither and flow
Dash under the bed, I don’t really know
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Maybe it is up on the ledge
Or under the bed or behind the case
Or cowering in a corner or place
Peeking out from a closet embrace
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
In my dreams I see a sordid face
Withered and shriveled and contorted with hate
Laronian imp with purpose of fate
In my mouth it squirts the paste
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Again I wake and bolt for the sink
From the corner of my eye I see the imp
He disappears in wink or a blink
Invisible to the man with a limp
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Pint sized demon un happily born
Raised to hurt and kill with poison
Never seen in a man with reason
Punished in a life of torture and scorn
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
In the darkness I see a leap
Up to the ledge an amazing feat
For a tiny thing at most two feet
Hiding until I fall asleep
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Needles inserted into my feet
Slow painful sore legs they do retreat
Hope to lord my soul to keep
Late at night in darkness deep
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
In the blackness I hear a click
Grab a sword and after it
Under the bed in a squealing fit
Damaged with a warbling tweet
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Should I slowly pass away
Hopefully my children remember me
Horrible taste with it at bay
Awakening to a brand new day
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Should I survive to tell a story
Of terror, pain and faith and glory
Unbelievable unreasonable stodgy and gory
Peering in as I swoon with sedated foray
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
When Heidi Klum
Only the secrets of nights enveloping
Could hear the whisper
Heavy breath gasping
Heady whimper murmuring
The lover’s touch
A purring black panther
Set all at once to devour her
In tender mouthfuls
Of the Teutonic fruit
The flush of blond
And flare pink-rimmed nostrils
Heidi’s lips shivered
On sensual words uttered
Had she ever known such a brute of tenderness
Such dexterous intonations
Of his finger tips
Fire by a language inscribed on his tongue
She softly moaned…….
“C.h.r.i.s…s…s”.
And coil un-twine to the heat of flesh
She tore the night from sleeping swans
And ragged by her arching back
To a lover of such brute tenderness
She scavenged each caress
In a German poem that made the night blush
For surrender
While the ceaseless wave took her
On the dark velvet of his skin
The beauty she was; held forever
In the press embrace of his moonlit shoulders
Such a lover she had never known
A purring black panther devours
When Heidi Klum
Out at Night Too Late
By Elton Camp
I sure was foolish to have stayed out so late
Driving alone at night is something I so hate
But it was well after midnight before I knew
So to my car in the dark parking lot I flew
I was sort of relieved to see it was still there
Because to lock the doors I hadn’t taken care
It was worse when I reached the edge of town
Because I could see only darkness all around
A monster more horrible than I could dream
Might lurk just beyond my headlight beam
If my car should break down, I’d be in a mess
And a feeling of great unease I had to confess
Then from the back seat came a rustling sound
I was much too frightened to turn & look around
In the rear view mirror, I saw an evil face arise
A knife in his hand and insane anger in his eyes
And then I heard a voice very close to my ear
“Get up, son, you’ll be late to school, I fear.”
What a relief to find it nothing but a nightmare
I’d sure hate to have been on the road out there
It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night with a cool, misty fog drear.
A vixen wind against my jaundiced awning did sheer. All at once, ghostly emanations and visions of black
ravens became so stark so clear. From a nearby church cemetery; gasping, satin-sheathed mummies from their
soiled compartments began to rear. Wispy, veiled goblins in the distant pines started to appear. The nearby
stream gurgled spewing, nauseous vapors that filtered across my warping pier. Gargantuan gargoyles around my
crenelated windows did swerve and veer. White-tipped bats with ebony capes around my porch light did flitter
and fleer. Cringing 'neath my pleated, satin curtians, I heard a knock so *****. Bounding from my cloistered
lair, all my remaining wits did forswear. Flinging open the door, I was confronted by a craggly-clad seer. In a
hurried, modulated rant, he with warnings of pending doom filled each, perched ear. He, then, paused and
glared at me with a bleary-eyed leer. Slamming the door, I began to ponder his doleful, portentous lear, then staggering to my pantry, I grappled for a bottle of cheer. Unbeknownst to me, a pilfering vampire had
spliced a bloody concoction in my satiating beer. Suddenly, the velvet-laced furniture was shrouded with a
crimson verneer. Stumbling along a meandering course to the basement, I located a wooden box that
resembled a bier. Accepting my perilous fate, climbed into my designated tomb, and into my coroded heart
plunged a jagged spear.
I danced with the hoodlum priestess, in the temple of the sacred pool.
The candles burned down low and jasmine incense from censors, filled the night.
While attendents at the altars, worried prayer beads and chanted sacred rhymes.
The daughters of the moon veiled their faces, and led me to the sea; the sea.
That night in the mighty City, after a day at the bizarre, I conveyed myself-
To the "Gates Of Cerdes" inn. Minstrels sang sagas by the fire; I lounged outside.
Dancing bears and mummers made merry in the courtyard 'neath starlight;
Against the city wall I sat and, sharpened my dagger upon a stone.
Patricians and visors rode King's high way, whores with tinkling bells walked alley-ways.
Any ragged beggar, with two teeth or more, fed on penny bowls of roasted rat.
There were vampires lurked among the trees and werewolves nestled in the eaves.
Spirits walked the earth in the dark and scattered flowers and, sang in the night.
The wine dark waters did roil and rumble, storm clouds boiled up in the sky.
Within the vault of night lovers did pluck and strum and stoke on lute strings;
Serenades and sonnets saluted vestigal virgins, abed in perfumed budiors.
And, this ancient City of enigma and riddle lay coiled, like a serpent wearing new skin.
Come away with me my love;
Steal away, journey with me.
We will cross the mystic mountains,
To fertile, verdant vales below.
All who knew will question "whence?"
The sinister City will never know
On a night in November with a full moon sky
There is a graveyard in the Highlands where spirits fly
Scriptures of old are chanted by the past
As they rise through the earth as the red ones are cast
Gravestones levitate with precision and ease
As dark angels in black glide through the trees
To a stone they surround as they circle above
Slowly they transform into an ebony dark dove
Upon this stone it perches as it awaits the await
For when the red butterflies fly, the light they desecrate
The sky turns from night into a reddy dawn
As the moon hits their red their spirits now flown
They land where they land, guided by the dark dove
Their quest is to capture and lure life's love
In the village near the graveyard on this November night
A population in fear, in fright of their light
Before the sun rises souls are drawn as if sprites
No care for the living, their presence leaves blight
A new day starts as if the previous night never happened
For when the red butterflies fly, come this November night
You may be summoned
Good night moon,
Good night stars;
Good night Jupiter,
Saturn, and Mars;
Good night to,
The one I love;
And good night to,
The ones above;
As I sleep,
Watch over me;
Fill my dreams,
With hope and glee;
Guard my loved ones,
Wish them well;
And force their,
Nightmares to dispel;
Good night moon,
So full and blue;
Keep me safe till,
The day is new.
A gleam of satisfaction radiated from the Vampire’s eyes,
but only for a moment,
then came the thunderous cries,
he shouted as if he were in pain,
eternal life had its deficiencies,
because while he finished feeding,
and his prey bleeding,
his mind was stimulated as he visualized.
and that’s when he realized,
something so monstrous,
even for these night crawlers,
street brawlers,
blood suckers, night trackers,
vein hackers,
A scowl returned to his face,
his uncontrolled anger of distaste,
after his hearty fill,
he just ended his family bloodline
with that last kill.
Through a canopy of leaves
ascending ,
Night a visage of rippling ebony
her tears falling like raindrops
bedazzling the dark
Her arm a windlass
spiraling coils of silken mist
rolling , heaving , becoming as ether
Sweeping specks of light in her wake
Chevaliers her dark companions
Lurking nocturnally
darkness their mask
A Grotesque masquerade
beauty at its bleakest
blood soaked rags their Armour
her sentinels forever watchful
Moon mirror to darkness
revealing nights face
Past images ,
forgotten horrors and vast beauty
her muniment of time
Tributaries of tears lining a face
bereft of life
She moves as slow water
Her velvet veils
held aloft by dancing night imps
Night’s appetite
An unsated desire
for shadow and shade
these are her feast
Quenching her thirst
greyness her fine wine
Goddess,
Drunk on her own spirit
Lulls and wanes
But night goes on
moon chimes time
Darkness must regather
her chevalier’s ! her night imps !
She never rests
her hunger never sated
As she is night silently she moves on
Forever divergent from light
Embracing and becoming darkness
Goddess of night
I take a drink and let my body die look around hear the people cry I wait till night to take a
bite before I see the light I will never go outside till night I am the creature of night, I will
never die unless I see light I will never go outside till night I am the creature of night I will
never grow old I am always cold take one look and you will know I am the creature of
night, Turn your head and I will take a bite my fangs are sharp but they feel nice my eyes
will hypnotize cause I am the creature of night, I hunger for your blood I hunger for your
blood I am not looking for love I just hunger for your nice warm red blood let me taste
your blood let me feel the warm flesh on your neck, With one bite you are mine with one
bite you are hypnotized cause I am the creature of night.
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