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Chasing Sleep Into Night by Pinet, Emile
The Color of Night and Day by Hauser , Mike
Friday night by Trans, Tylah
Good night by bajantri, jagdish
SILENCE OF THE NIGHT by Rodrigues, Kim
every dark night by sharma, anurag
Listening to my All-night Radio Show by Nikolayev, Daniella Annalisa
To Prowl The Night by Behm, Kurt Philip
What the night unwraps by Malik, Abdul
Beasts of the night by cleverly, Chris

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Where The Sycamore Grew

The sun-yellow house seems smaller somehow,
regarding it now,  with time-worn eyes...

The street seems narrower, and the trees are taller..
Where once open fields spanned both sides of the road
there are new tract houses, and fences have bloomed
The neighboring orchards have all but disappeared

But somehow we knew the house would still be there....
As if seen from a distance, ...yet, still much is the same

There's an unfamiliar red tricycle, and a skate left behind
along flagstone pavers that wind to the door
It's a path that we laid on a hot summer day...
in front of this house that sits at the bend
near the end of the road, where the sycamore grew...

As suddenly as wind, that springs from the dust
thirty years flew away, and fell into in the past
And quickly alive, all the memories rise, 
     like a whirlwind of leaves, in a springtime of lives.....
_____ 

...Our first Christmas trees,. our first anniversaries...

 The place where I cried long into the night, 
  as the child in me grieved for a mother who died...

 Long, starry nights, I was bathed by the moon
                    rocking my babes to a lullaby tune
_____

Yes....it is all captured there, in the small yellow house
Our very first house, with the snow-white shutters

Strange, it may be, but I'm glad it's still yellow...
Still wearing the face of the warm summer sun 

The sun- yellow house, with a flagstone path
Where old slate stones bring the sun to the door
It's a path we laid on a warm summer day
in a place that we knew as our very first home
 
Just a small yellow house, with snow-white shutters...
that sits 'round the bend, where the sycamore grew...


                                       _________



Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009

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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery) 

Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely, 
Sinister through hostile spirits only,

I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend

Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left

Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
  
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”

:) pd


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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WHEN I STOP AND PRAY

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my heart is filled with terror,
And my fears, I can't allay--
Then I find sweet peace and comfort, 
When I simply stop and pray.

When the things of life confound me,
And my faith is ebbing low--
When my trusted friends betray me,
And my heart is aching so--
When the night seems black and endless,
And I long for light of day--
Then I find a silver dawning,
When I simply stop and pray.

There are things beyond the heavens
I can't begin to understand,
But I know that God is living,
And I know He holds my hand.
Yes, I know He watches o'er me
All the night and all the day--
And He's always there to hear me
When I simply stop and pray.


Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006

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Midnight Secret

*Secreto de Medianoche*   
  
~On this very Night~
   I found myself in a
        FANTASY 

Camouflage in lace, 
I run my hands all over the place
Wet whispers drop in between
In a soft stroke,
I touch the tan on my skin 
Pure sweetness unfolds
The perfumes in the air  - Arouse 
   every sexual intention inside
Without a care, 
I'm lost in the moment,

Every feeling at this point,
   feels erotically insane, 
In a seductive way--
  the night whispers my name, 
A freedom flight - into the night.
                            (Like the wind)
 
Caressing my breast, my legs tremble
Beyond the haze, into another world 
Never pointless - A new sensation
My fingers slither, a play tonight

Circles in motion, 
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion, 
I touch myself gently, 
Thinking of you relentlessly,
Looking around, 
The night echoes a whimpering sound, 
Embracing the secrets inside 
I squeeze the dark damp sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly. 
Holding my silk pillow, groping my knees,
I run my finger on my lips - 
Satisfaction complete! 
Back into the realm of dreams. 
~Tonight~

:)


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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Sheol

Dark Knight-tress 

Underneath 
This gown I feel nothing
Silk less feelings
The odor of intimate apparel lessens 
Vanity fare from any sun
Warrior of beauty
Where have you gone?
A fortress of gloom
Not even death wants in
Black nail tips
Brownish plum lips

I close my eyes 
I see them all
The Shadows
Climbing over my soul
The darken deepens 
The stars dim my view
Irremovable makeup
Land becomes an enemy
I become
The Dark Knight-tress
Scolding my next victim

~S~


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013

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My angel of the waters


My angel of the waters Dancing in the flame beneath a flickered candle's light Moving between shadows on the floor My every thought now focused on the beauty I have seen Standing present on a distant shore Gentle waves do drench her skin, to shimmer soft and sweet As walls I find about me steadfast true With only but this window do I witness every need This vision that does flood my mind of you Delicate the grains of sand which capture where you are Upon the golden wings of whispered pleas While I alas, do fight the ways that keep me ever gone Now praying as I fall upon my knees My angel of the waters with the breezes in your hair Feel this love which flows upon the wind There atop a rainbow near a lighthouse proudly stands Beginnings that I cherish once again Cast apart these shackles which so tightly hold me down Bound about my feet so I shan’t flee Solid is the lock it seems now forged of hardened dreams Yours is but the love which holds the key Free me with your crescent smile as bright as any moon Place your eyes upon this tear stained face Take me by the hand and lead me far away from here Hand in hand along the shore to trace We shall leave our footprints on the coast that you call home Rows of two now stretching far and wide Open up your wings so I may fall into your heart Lock my love away so deep inside Good Night Soupers Have a great weekend See you again on Monday


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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That Night We Kissed

That night we kissed, my heart became a butterfly.
It sprouted wings and danced across the velvet sky,
then leapt across the multitude of stars there strewn
along its happy way to touch the crescent moon.
You held me close, but did you know my heart could fly?

And in its pounding, did you hear it testify
that you, and you alone, could ever satisfy
the woman that emerged from her secure cocoon
that night we kissed?

It onward soared with constellations yet to try. . .
my yearning heart, once captive, was no longer shy.
How can hearts set free be ever more immune
to sweet caresses in a night that all too soon
must have an end? I couldn't bear to say goodbye
that night we kissed.


For the Romance in the Night Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
and now a very old oldie for PD's 
the May the best descriptive poem win~~~ ((old poems only))Poetry Contest


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Beneath this soft dark silent sky


Beneath this soft...dark silent sky Beneath this soft…dark silent sky as starlight teardrops weep in moon glow feathered sonnets… my heart waits ~ Clinging to every hope, laced of tiny woven dreams now filtered through weary eyes and worried sighs ~ Collecting each moment shared within my weathered hands…mixed with essence of rose petal and meadowlark song ~ Woven together in melodic patterns, colorful arcs on golden horizons bidding me a good evening while riding in on the sweetest of mystic zephyrs… ~ as another tear paints my cheek in transparent worry and desperate longing for that day when your happiness reappears ~ For here sits my whispered wishes, behind tufted clouds of life, touching me with poetic joy, allowing me to exhale freely ~ Beneath this soft…dark silent sky as starlight teardrops weep in moon glow feathered sonnets… where my heart waits…for your smile Good Night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Moonlight Madness

MOONLIGHT MADNESS

The moon falls out like a secret above the frisky clouds
Daylight and night the stars come in crowds
Like a glistening diamond, I can't stop staring
Mixed-up in that moment that has no time sharing

Holding onto the tip of the tree limbs like a puppeteer
I can hear the words the moon whispers into my ear

TONIGHT! 
I will illuminate into a world only I know of
My very own little secret sparkling island getaway
A world where beauty hides the beast
I'll be the only exile under a sunless night feast

TONIGHT! 
I'm going to pass on all my secrets away---
As I have on my dreaming moonlit gear
Comfort upon this mundane wonder, astronomical sphere. 

TONIGHT!
I looked one last time at the mooned night
I will close my eyes, and find myself in a box kite flight.

TONIGHT! 
I will lay myself down to sleep, 
Not allowing my imagination to rinse off with wild sheep
Like a Nightingale, I rather sit and serenade myself to sleep
With the refreshing thought, the moon is like the pillow I keep

In this mad, mad world!
The moon seems to be the only object that holds it's sanity
Arousing me with it's inner peace and spirituality  


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Teddy Bear-

My sweet little Teddy Bear...
Mommy gave 'YOU' to me
Now I never sleep alone at night
The comfort you gave, when God's sunny eyes ran out of light

You are my sweet little teddy bear... 
You kept me company throughout the years
I hugged you, when my eyes were full of tears
Loving you, squeezing you
We both express many joyful dance of cheers
Together we sang lullabies, without you singing one single word
We drank from the same teacup, whispered about the pretty birds
Now listen, as I mumble extra words into your ear
My sweet Teddy Bear, you are always here

We snuggled every night staring at the star frame window
"You held my hand when I was lost in my own imaginary limbo

My sweet little Teddy Bear...
I'm 11 now, and my mother loves me dearly
Sadly, she felt it's time to find me a daddy
Little does she knows, my daddy visits every night in my dreams

Shhhhhh!!!
Now her boyfriend visits my room and tells me not to scream
Little Teddy bear, I never showed you fear before I fell asleep
Little Teddy bear, tonight I do not want to count sheep
Teddy bear, now I hold you closer and tighter than before
Little Teddy Bear let me cover your ears, from the screeching door
Little Teddy Bear, he said he would hurt mommy If I tell anyone
Little Teddy Bear, I know you see and hear everything!!!

by; pd
You're A Little Kid Again (contest)
The View of an 11 year old


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2012

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Night - A Pantoum Lullaby

Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue across the sky. Serenity slips down. I sing this pantoum lullaby for you as stars, like sequins, sparkle all around. Across the sky, serenity slips down beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow. As stars like sequins sparkle all around, drift into Dreamland with my lyrics’ flow. Beneath moon’s watchful gaze and steady glow, I sing each line and then a second time! Drift into Dreamland with my lyrics’ flow. How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme. I sing each line and then a second time at end of day when sky holds poetry. How restful is sweet rhythm and its rhyme. In repetition lies security. At end of day when sky holds poetry, I sing this pantoum lullaby for you. In repetition lies security. Night spreads its magic cloak of midnight blue. For the Night Silence Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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- Sweet Moon -



     Silver sprinkle moving across the dreams
     Silhouetted by the moon
     O ... such a peaceful night





     13.04.2015 A-L Andresen :)
     Kimo : three lines of 10, 7, and 6 syllables
     Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

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Night-Blooming Jasmine

Night-Blooming Jasmine
expert seducer with soft silky lips, silver blue moon sweetly kisses a slumbering beauty awakening desire; greeting her lover, Night-Blooming Jasmine unfolds perfumed petals


Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2014

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Nature's Way Constanza

Sol puts to sleep the hills with light
     while gloaming sheds all fading rays
     and brilliant colors change to greys

when shadows darken them with night.
     The ocean turns from bondi blue
     to deeper shades of cobalt hue.

Returning birds to boughs, a sight,
     singing melodies before sleep.
     In flocks they fly, their perch to keep,

as twilight captures them in flight.
     Then comes quiet hours for romance
     and cheek to cheek, young lovers dance.

While Luna tests our will, our might
     to keep control of passion’s love,
     with silver fingers from above

when rising slowly to her height.
     To wee hours the poet will write
     until he glimpses dawn’s first light.

Luna begins to fade from sight.
     Then all the birds begin to sing
     which conjures up the feel of spring.

Sol’s rise again, conquers the night.
     Birds leave their limbs to welcome day
     and trees commune in their sweet way.


Sol puts to sleep the hills with light
when shadows darken them with night.
Returning birds to boughs, a sight,
as twilight captures them in flight.
While Luna tests our will, our might
when rising slowly to her height.
Luna begins to fade from sight.
Sol’s rise again, conquers the night.

4/16/2015


Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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Night Silence

Twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night, with my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars, the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright, I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar. With my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars, there is a symphony shining through the constellations, I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar, between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation. There is a symphony shining through the constellations, I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus, between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation, I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us. I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus, the stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see, I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us, Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free. The stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see, for some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find, Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free, as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind. For some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find, the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright, as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind, twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night. The Love Of Nature Contest Date Written: June 14, 2016


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Colourfication

The vermillion sunset has long dissipated 
Over the marine  persimmon horizon afar.
In the deep subterranean silence of the charcoal night.
Obfuscation confuses the illogical mind,
And conjures titanium dreams or harlequin volitions.

I feel your power descend upon me,
Subjugated surrender becomes inevitable
As I become malleable like puce plasticine.
 
I discern my wife approach, shimmering in thin air, 
Dressed in a dark turquoise threadbare gown, in the pale rays
Of the chartreuse moonlight, resembling an enigmatic ivory ghost
Drawing near in a flimsy wisp of a nocturnal mist.

 
Come closer, come, I want you near me,
Sing an echoing mesmerizing mermaid melody for me,
Or slide into an enticing dance macabre.
I thrive upon such inexplicable endeavors,
Where nocturnal indigo sprites whisper dreamy antics
So pleasing to the provocation of the mind,
Combine to please the sybaritic nerves
Of this old and senile useless mind of mine.


Colours chosen: vermillion, persimmon, charcoal, titanium, harlequin, puce, turquoise, chartreuse, ivory, indigo

11 March 2016

A Silent One contest
Placed 1
Favorite Contest by Casarah Nance
Placed 2


Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

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The beauty in these words


The beauty in these words Rainbows o’er the valley, vibrant colors on the hill Coconut and apple pies now cooling on the sill A warm day in November as if fall has turned to spring Hummingbirds and butterflies and cardinals on the wing A picnic in the meadow out beneath an old oak tree Picking out the different shapes in all the clouds we see A garden filled with flowers blooming every shape and size A cool breeze ever flowing neath the bluest azure skies A pathway through a forest that the two of us explore The rhythm of the ocean waves a’ crashing on the shore A choir singing on the square as snow falls from the sky The sound of ringing sleigh bells as it slowly passes by A chocolate covered sundae with sweet cherries on the top The windmill spinning on the farm that never seems to stop Every single star we see a’ twinkling on the night An April morning sunrise oh so wonderful and bright A Sunday morning journey through a park that we will walk Some quiet conversations as we find some time to talk A cozy roaring fire on the coldest winter day A sailboat on the ocean that shall take our hearts away The beauty in these words I write are just my point of view Of all the wondrous things I dream each time I dream of you Everything that’s perfect and of all that it can be These and so much more are what your love it brings to me Good night Soupers


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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The dawning of love


The dawning of love You whispered your secrets on breezes of starlight of moonbeam collections in night sky desire Those twinkling phrases beyond the horizon which once held the sunset in blistery fire Beneath every pine tree found evergreen wishes with snow dressing branches long winters to show And springtime petunias bloom fresh for the season soft feathery visions you want me to know That here as we’re lying this hillside of splendor while counting the diamonds a’ shine up above Each sunrise of morning a new days beginning asleep in my arms is the dawning of love Good night Soupers Thank you to everyone who has been so very kind to me


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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An Ebony Tether

A scarlet sun singes the edge of earth,
as darkness swiftly spreads over the ground.
And its receding rays, give shadows girth,
swallowing the last lingering light found.

Twilight fades as shadows begin to creep,
loosely leashed to an ebony tether.
And from the undergrowth, there's not a peep,
as dusk gathers them tightly together.

When the day shuts down, stars begin to show,
glittering against a backdrop of black.
And tides of darkness start to ebb and flow,
as dusk welcomes their flickering lights back.

Shadows shackle silhouettes to the night,
awaiting dawn, and the first rays of light.


Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

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Your man


Your man O' fallen leaf of barren branch doth charge my heart, my aching heart with missing you, needing you On sun dried earth I lay, grasping at my dreams, so desperate, find that in this depth felled by wind of colder days, my life doth need your touch so very much it calls to thee, come to me, cover me shower me with hope ~ so far you stand ~ I feel as if I am a tiny creature, an ant on the pavement with cracks and crevice deep Foundling for the distance far, searching of a path to reap to thy heart, thy arms O' breath of love I beg thee home, to lie with you this eve, this winters eve of far off arches and grayish glare ~ My travels take me long away Places I am lost to stay find this man a’ crying tears of love for thee, tears of despair Crying, weeping, hoping, begging, come to me, come to me my love, my dream into my open arms ~ waiting ~ The day might fill the emptiness with broken branches barren so dare I say I have the right to honor love from you, hold it so within my heart aching My needs are many, the truth has shown for languished features painted hard, hard against my weathered skin, rough, broken I scream, my voice still faint of tone, louder as is nothing less sorted by the evening breeze blowing strong against the fence ~ I desire thee to touch me, kiss me, hold me, take me The flames of passion brightly burn igniting but this love I hold So cherished is your heart I feel it pounding, pulsing within mine own chest My quest is you and only you, design me, I am yours, make me as you would, carve me, bend me, mould me, sculpt me to be ~ your man Good night Soupers Ok, I got carried away a little. : )


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

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Night Owl

Sitting by her open window,
Was a girl deep in thought,
Lost within a book of Poe,
A perfect poem she sought.

With a curious eye,
He watches her pen,
For she gives it a try,
Every now and then.

He will visit her forevermore,
In silent hours of midnight,
Casting his shadow on her floor,
Within the full moonlight.

Mysterious, nocturnal bird,
Calling out to darkened land,
Speaking such wise word,
Which I cannot understand.

I am lonely, I must confess,
It's just you, me and the moon,
You are much like me, I guess,
So, please sing me another tune.

A messenger of death,
Wailing songs of a banshee,
Has my grim reaper cometh,
Was this warning meant for me?

My soul was projected,
In the shadow of a fowl,
A raven I had expected,
Not the silhouette of an owl!



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Creature In The Night

Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.











Written by: January 16th, 2015


Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES


This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Spider songs

Blades of grass, wet under foot, insect eyes  
Dusk, offset by the cricket orchestra 
Muted and receding into the trees and bushes,
Tickled by the wind, rattling snake tail wind 
While we may be in the company of wolves,
A long legged friend is late for the party 

Eyes, little iridescent stars 
Attending to each one, and look there, 
There she is, making the most beautiful geometry 
Parallels within the octagons, pulling silks
An arm for every task, little perpetual motion machine

Is that the Queen of the Night under the rusted iron? 
A forlorn lady, black patent leather, kill a man, maybe two 
With her danger red symmetry, oozing with youth 
And a penchant for paralysis, no one can resist her wine

Then there's the hall of cob webs, threadbare handkerchiefs
Left by ladies who exhausted all of their company 
To be a spectacle under the moon, in the wood pile 
Dressed up in the finest furs, all earth tones 
Stepping out to introduce themselves in girlish droves 

Venus of another sort, these little cursed jezebels 
Hovering on the skin of the water, or on the red brick wall 
Must frequent every happy corner, and slip away at a moment's notice
A real lady always knows when to say goodnight
Such graceful exits through cement cracks
Back to the parlor, to glow in the dark 
And they become spiders again 





Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Bloom Not, Wolfsbane

Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond

I grew fond of her everyday
And night gave me loathe and dread
My heart was weak, I couldn’t send her away
But fed in her desires instead

I kissed her in the forest of green
I had forgotten what I am
I gazed into those eyes, so keen!
A smooth and gentle lamb

 
One day I stopped to think a bit
My stomach wrenched and twirled
Through love I had lost my sense and wit
To a pitiful village girl!

Avoiding her best I could
I hid from beauty’s caresses
But again she found me in the wood
And so grew the obsession

But so grew the moon
And the waning was abstaining
Good night, wonders of the noon
With memories remaining

Alone I wandered in the cold
Knowing it was coming
The sky grew dark, the sun was sold
Behind the madness blooming 

Transforming! Changing!
My mind went all a blur
Rage deforming! Madness deranging!
I couldn’t think of her…  

The time was gone!
The night had come!
I thought I was alone
But then I saw her standing there
Pale and stiff as stone

I woke up that dawn sitting there
On the forest floor
And there lay she all bloodied and bare
The lamb that I adore!

The wounds I found were like a gift
I know they were from my girl
I’m glad she fought her will to live
As I blindly devoured her

An honorable lamb with bloodied hooves
She’ll never leave my vision
Sacrificed for ravenous wolves  
And no cry for jurisdiction 

 Bloom not cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

-an oldie , hehe
For Pd's Contest : )




Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011

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- You Must Be Brave -

She's going outside her comfort zone
Why would she leave her safe cell
Life has come with promises from the birth moment
Of a light at the end of the tunnel
The pain that ruin causes falls deep into the darkness
There is no need to be afraid
Every day and every night
Refuse to love, nightmares and dark shadows from the past
A constant fight ensues between her heart and mind
No questions nor any answers ... emptiness
She lets the cold breeze guide her thoughts
Moments define themselves regardless
Right here helpless, silent and breathless
Dreaming by candlelight and paper lanterns
Brilliantly defined and silhouetted, and so brightly lit 


When the curtains open and music plays 
Fluttering wings of magic sails on cloud nine 
Flashing golden memories held within the dome 
Happiness enchanting spells a heavenly rays smiles 
Open arms warmly embracing sighs inside waves turn keys
One song faraway rising tides brushing sands 
In the basin seed of love nourished with beauty 
Eden's fruit once bitten when rose blossoms 
Sweetly summer sun dances in the horizon 
Kissing beams drifting faraway holding paradise 
Walking inside the moonlight shadows of daydreams
Winds whispering honey coating chants your tune




Written by L. Mcdaid & A-L Andresen :)  20.05.2015 
Copyright © All Rights Reserved


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

 





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