Best Lights Out Poems
Lights Out
One hundred years on and still the shout
“Everyone put your lights out”
Just for an hour from 10 to 11
And remember all those souls in heaven
One hundred years and still the cry
The perennial unanswered question “why?”
Is there a need in this hour of deed
For any to ignore or not to heed?
One hundred years, millions dead
In battles, wars and streets of dread
Trenches then, now car bombs blast
Tearing at families left aghast
One hundred years – again LIGHTS OUT
Not one city but the country throughout
Is this too much to ask ourselves
For those who died through bayonet and shells?
Lights out and let us honour our dead
Light a single candle in room or shed
Remember those terse words upon us yet
“Lest we Forget – lest we forget!”
August 4th 2014
LIGHTS OUT
electromagnetic grid,
worse than sids, baby,
blowing our crib,
scary!
4/20/2018
From my perch in front of the TV
I give the night’s first shout
“Are you kids listening to me?
Please, turn your lights out!”
“I want some water.” “I have to pee.”
“I didn’t brush my teeth.”
I try so very disparately
To not let my anger seethe.
“You have been up there for over an hour,
What exactly have you been doing?”
The peaceful night starts to sour
The ogre inside is brewing.
“It’s past your bedtime, now get to sleep
And turn those lights out!”
I hear the little one start to weep
I’ll be going up there I have no doubt.
“It’s too hot.” “I’m afraid of the dark.”
“I cannot find my Teddy.”
I restrain my next remark
Going up there I am ready.
When silence finally does arise
I wonder if all is okay
I go up and find a sleeping surprise
Turning out lights along the way.
starving rising costs
cities are dimming the lights
smorgasboard for crime
nationwide nightime
I look everywhere around me,
See spark of fireflies in front of me.
The world is filled with darkness,
Hear no sorrow but happiness.
A time to reflect to my sins,
Count the blessings and my wins.
Screams of mangrove are like music,
Stars are staring like a frolic.
The world is in state of silence…
Bad things turn to resilience.
I stare in an endless darkness,
Erase the uncountable madness.
How I wish the world is black.
Set myself and back things on track.
Lights Out
Rudolph the Red
had but one dread
that the light in his snout
would someday go out.
John G. Lawless
12/5/2014
submitted to – A Christmas Character Clerihew – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Andrea Dietrich
A hungry ghoul came to my door
Demanding sweet treats, nothing more
When I offered broc'li
The ghoul flashed his “cockney”
(I don’t open doors anymore!)
* October 10, 2020
For Tania’s Halloween-Inspired Limerick Contest
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Night
Spreads out
Her darkness
Over the earth
As she beckons the weary mind to sleep.
Cricket songs and the soft light of moonbeams
Stage a slumber
Set to play
Until
Dawn.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.31.16
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At first the time seem perfect. Everything seem alright when u think it comes to
the best some one has to turn out the lights. Now the tables have turned and
this is what I have learned.
"Something's in life are going to be a disappointment so don't always keep your
hopes up"
There once was an Internet site
That kept going out like a light
One minute it was there
All the Soupers did stare
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Darkness fills this place
The hate covers my heart
When will love return to this place I loved
When will hate leave this place that was adored
Why must we turn them off?
And leave the anger to linger
Why must we turn off the items that shine in this place
To make it brighter
Why must we have hate and anger and pain and suffering?
Why must we turn off the lights to this place that we love?
And let the hatred stay and the play that it lays
Why must we not turn on the light to let it fade away?
And be happy once more
Why?
Why must we have lights out?
Form:
Lights Out
By Nathan Hannen
Shadows creep and time ticks
Babies weep and clockwork clicks
Night turns to day, Onward marching
The End.
Form:
LET ME BRING YOU
UP TO DATE.
GRIDS ARE DOWN
THROUGHOUT THE STATES.
A HUNDRED AND TEN
WITH SWELTERING HEAT.
WITH SHORTS ON MY BODY
FLIP FLOPS ON MY FEET.
THIS HAS GONE ON
FOR THE LAST 48 HOURS.
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT
AND STILL HAVE NO POWER.
YET GAMBLERS ARE GAMBLING
BOOKIES BOOK BETS.
PREDICTING THE TIME
THE GRID WILL RESET.
A THUGSTER TRIED THUGGING,
BUT THEN HE GOT SHOT.
WITH A HOLE IN HIS HEAD,
HE WAS DEAD ON THE SPOT.
LOOTERS ARE TARGETS
FOR COPS ON THE STREETS.
WHO TRY TO STOP RIOTS
AND STILL KEEP THE PEACE.
THE BEST PLACE TO BE
IS INSIDE OF MY CAR.
WITH A/C AND MUSIC
AND ENOUGH GAS TO GO FAR.
Blessings--
Lit your candles upon us!
Take away the dreams that has driven the dawn away
Pour forth your light and gather up our muffled meditations
We muse morning to night whilst curses haunt the atmosphere
Thunderous greed strikes my weary soul again
Flee from us, you loathsome creatures...now we are letting out horrifying fear
Pour down your sunlit desires and hear our hesitations,
Taken away by the nightmares-- then it's all gone
Let there be light,
God!
Death feels good when you're choking on your last breath
With tons of worry and fret
No consciousness is left
Constantly in a daze
Just counting down the days
But it never ends
I awaken another day and you're not here
How will my time be spent
Broken down in a hell bent
No one to turn to
No one to vent
It's a beautiful image
But hollow inside
As black as the eyeliner that masks the eyes
Sitting alone
Not wanting to go home
In a room to imitate
In the right mind state
To contemplate
While she's hating the wait
As time decided her fate