Best Goodnight Poems
Travel light, my dear; softly go
beyond the night’s each black shadow
to another plane. Out of sight
exists a realm of such delight
you may find relief from sorrow!
Lay your head on your pillow.
Sink into the Now. Tomorrow
comes soon enough, but for tonight
travel light!
Let the sweet magic start to flow -
angel wings sweeping over snow
it may seem, or a rainbow bright!
Close your eyes, Darling, and take flight!
In Dreamland you soon will be, so
travel light!
Written Jan. 15, 2017 for the Travel LIght Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
I was taking out my trash can
When I thought I saw a worm
But I realized it was a caterpillar
When the thing began to squirm
It crawled across the cobblestone
And made its way onto the grass
But when my puppy went to do his thing
It wound up on its a...
My puppy tried to get it off
By rolling in the dirt
He rolled so fast, came off his a...
And it landed on my shirt
It crawled onto my collar
Then, it crawled into my hair
So, I shuck my head and flung it off
And it flew into the air
A bird upon my roof-top
Caught the 'pillar in mid-flight
And fed it to his chickadees
Before they tweeted... a sweet Good Night!
Metrical Tale Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
1/4/2023
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky,
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk.
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust.
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk,
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust,
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
But all the departed will return again one blithe day.
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
Exuded fragrances thrill the scene of lovely disarray.
But all the departed will return again one blithe day,
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
Exuded fragrances thrill the scene of lovely disarray,
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky.
Written on 9/21/2022
For: Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
I wrote a song that reads your name...
And lit a candle that sits near our frame...
I closed my eyes and whispered through a dream...
Then I awakened to a room lightened by the moon's beam...
There you rest, your eyes moving in a peaceful sleep...
I could just lay their for hours and with a heart so deep...
My fingers run through your hair as I lightly kiss your forehead...
Then my eyes start to flicker as I blow out the candle along side our bed...
I pull you close as a small grin on your face makes it known...
Without a bat of an eye you kiss my cheek and we are off in our zone...
Goodnight baby is whispered in the dark for only I could hear...
With the blanket pulled up tight we drift asleep as our hearts beat so near...
In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace
between the linear moments when you held my breath
and the last time we said goodbye:
Awakened by the thunder every calm fiber
goes dormant as I toss and turn
searching for the memory of your warm body
The rain slips easily from glass to ledge
and so do my tears;
Life with all its poignancy, cannot reach me here
beneath thick blankets of denial.
As I pretend the night away death does not exist,
nor does it live here, anymore
In the dampness of those unslept sheets I find my solace
through poetry in flight,
although I leave it to the angels,
to whisper you, goodnight !
Go to sleep dear P.D...you need your rest
Tomorrow will be busy...got to be at your best
Children and grandchild...you know they are wild
They'll wear you out...and thats putting it mild
Oh no the resturant...you better not forget
Cooking and serving...your body wet with sweat
A shower, a shower...and you can wind down
Asleep, asleep in your bed...Not making a sound
Send me to sleep contest
Sponsor: P.D.
Written by Carol ~Sunshine~ Brown
10/25/2012
2nd Place Winner
Well they are here again
Knocking on my door
Monopolizing my television
Decorating my neighbors homes
Blitzing me at every store
And corner in every city and hamlet
Between here and Buzzard Beak, Idaho.
It’s like a virus
A pandemic
Santa Claus is coming to town
Well I’ve been bad, very bad
And if that bastard shows up at my house
He ain’t getting cookies and milk
I’m been talking to Jesus and he tells me
That Santa is a fake, a sham, a trick on the poor people
He’s just a way to make the rich richer and poor poorer
So I ask Jesus “Why do you let this happen?”
And he smiles and tells me a long story about faith and forgotten dreams.
Then he fades back into the egg nog and I sleep with the devil.
Fitful dreams and reindeer back strap for breakfast
I eat the fake snow and regurgitate the Christmas balls
Burn the tree and bury the trimmings
The fat man can’t intimidate me.
My eyes gazing at a beautiful sunset
It is as if the sky is full of fire
A fireworks display of nature`s own colors
A colorful explosion from the higher powers
The wonderful sight creates a glow in the sky
Can not find it on any photograph
it must be seen and felt in your heart
Harmony and a silence of body and soul
Embraced by the light and colors
How wonderful it can be
Standing there......enjoy the sun
who kisses you goodnight
A-L Andresen :)
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Are we sacred souls
who shed our flimsy flesh
like slimy serpents
shed their skin?
Be observant,
but show no chagrin,
for in learning life’s lessons
we lessen our scars in the next.
It’s the game master’s pretext,
yet a disaster for those
who guard their granite heart
as if, by giving love away,
they might have less.
Perhaps it is best,
to toss love about in tenfold,
for souls only glimmer,
when they reflect light.
But it is dark inside now.
So…alas …
Goodnight.
Another night has come and gone
Sleep tight old friend the moon
The sands of time are running fast
As days turn in to dunes
Yellow takes away the black
Today is but a breath
Yesterday will not be back
'til shadows dance of death
Fret not my ageless sleepy friend
Sands will cease not falling
Dunes fade to beaches at the end
Dusk tides will soon be calling
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
My chest keeps echoes no one hears,
what once was warm now sweeps as mist,
a weight unseen, too dense to lift.
Each crack leaves marks that melts
yet roots begin to breathe beneath the soil.
But where you bore, now empty lies,
a soul planted thin beneath the skies.
At early bright, I wear a stranger's smile.
At night, I drifts a lonely mile.
The roses died but the thorns still remain...
and the joy slipped out without a name.
I feel the yank to sink beneath,
to whisper words, my mouth won't speak.
My voice is dust, it melts to stone,
a quiet scream that dies alone.
You glimmer faint in twilight's haze,
a scar that kept from golden days.
I dream of us the way we were,
before the quiet did arise.
One truth remains through changing skies;
a trace of you that never dies.
No blade and no bleak could cut apart
the quiet thread that ties my heart.
Am I unmade or only veiled?
A gentle quiet where the glow feels lost,
no flare ignites and no I'll will takes carry.
Only a calm that meanders through the horizons.
Now rest plunges as starlight falls
a tender serene that softens all.
The spirit arise.
The tonnage gone.
The years melt their grip restrained.
The years vanish and the pain is gone
but something brighter lingers on.
In endless night,
the spirit glows-
a long life ends yet deeper grows.
I'll kiss you as you sleep,
But secretly I shall also weep,
For it seems you are now away from me,
Wandering about with my parallel self,
In the sweet world of dreams.
I'll kiss you as you die,
But secretly, away from others, I shall also cry,
For then it would seem you are going away from me,
Wandering about with the Lord for all eternity,
In the sweet world of higher being.
Tenderly,
You kissed me, goodnight, my love
And
The sky was lit up
By a billion newborn stars!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 SEPTEMBER 2014
Remember
when we were young;
and how
goodnight kisses
were always exchanged
with passion
each night?
Yet slowly
with age,
time's taken
that away
and replaced it with
a quick peck on the cheek.
Sweet:
but it has no zing!
"Goodnight Soupers, Soupers Goodnight
Time for Chris to say Goodbye"
From the very early morning
When the sun still fights the moon
He will sit to write his lyrics
To be posted very soon
With a cup of coffee waiting
And a notepad filled with Soup
Tangerine skies out the window
And his thoughts run in a loop
"Morning Soupers
I slept well
You're still sleepy
I can tell"
Through the day he writes his comments
So supportive to us all
In between his own great writing
A poetic waterfall
When his evening rest is nearing
He writes us all a lullabye
And when for once he doesn't
In the silence we all cry
"Goodnight Soupers, Soupers Goodnight
Time for Chris to say Goodbye"
Don't forget us on your Wednesday
Or we all are gonna cry
Now goodnight Chris and sleep well friend
Here's for once YOUR lullabye
***
March 1, 2017
© Darren White