Best Night Owl Poems

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...

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As the moon sang a lullaby
to a distant star
The creatures below to sleep did sink
Except for the owl,  who didn't sleep a wink

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Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold,...

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Heaven to me is purely this 
After a long and stressful day 
Deep bubble bath, oh such pure bliss 
Just need to melt my cares...

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Phantom of wisdom in stealth of night;
mysteries of darkness revealed by your sight.

Appearing much older than your earthly years;
an ageless soul with no death to...

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Keyboards smash for a night owl like me
Refreshing the page; you won’t agree
To open the sites as eyes can’t track
web-links; now comes my panic attack.
Deadline...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and...

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Dale, as your birthday fast approaches, just think!
You would be turning sixty-four!
Maybe by now, you’d even have retired 
from a law practice I’m sure would...

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A poetess named Linda Alice Fowler
Chose the spirit animal owl for her
avatar and muse, and who
doesn’t worry ‘bout bird flu
with all her power, no not...

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My dear Beloved,

Night owl hoots at me again
beneath a ramp of clouds,
like cozy pillow to my moon 
pinching this letter with anticipation
to tuck my ruffled...

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The winds breathe in evenings soul of darkness,
And night comes trailing a gown, black and velvety;
  Inky  i n k y  black,...

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Under clement moon
sits a night owl with pen...
her prey poetry.

© Harry J Horsman 2012  

Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich...

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Have you seen the soft and fluffy clouds
drifting slowly through the skies,
while you sit and listen quietly
to animals mating cries?

Have you seen the purple twilight
as...

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Tranquil, pearly moon arises, at the tangerine end of the memorable day,
Just like the ones we knew back when, until golden time was swept away.

Dressed...

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I so adored late hours. I was what you would call a night owl,
As fireflies seldom appear, until creamy moon is on the prowl.

I loved...

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