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 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!
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
" What time do you have" asked the owl
" It's a quarter to nine"
Said the tree with a scowl
" Thanks, I am going on my hunting spree" the owl replied
As he flew off into the night from the old oak tree
"Oh my, I'm running late"
exclaimed the field mouse,
As he looked at his watch
while hurrying to get to his house
It was then that the owl made his catch
as with his talons, the mouse he did snatch!
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We must realize
that we cannot take
all the challenges in one day
Optimism and positive expectation
Not tonight ... maybe tomorrow
at least not tonight
One place the limit must go
in a soft transition ... from day to night
Relax well before you go to bed
Sweet dreams
24.04.2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Oh, funny night owl; I relate
to you. I also stay up late!
My eyes, like yours, are mellow green
and staring too, but at a screen.
I stare at E-mails and TV
until I know that finally
I must retire myself to bed
and rest my weary night owl head.
I feel so rotten when I wake
I have to do a double take.
I see the clock. It's eight a.m.
I sit up grumbling, "Damn, oh, Damn."
Then brimming with new morning cheer,
I drag myself before the mirror
yet frown to see upon my face
those little lines I can't erase.
Oh, funny night owl. We're not wise
with circles underneath our eyes!
And now I get to look like hell
because I love the night so well.
Date: Sept. 20, 2011
Contest Name: Make Me Actually Lol 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot!
Came the cry,tree
Branches rustling,wings
Flapping.
Seems the world was in
Oblivion-the absolute
Silence.
Went I to the window
and Looked into the
empty Darkness. As I lay
down,I Knew somewhere
I would Hear that sound
again.
Night owl
Wake up all the night,
Asleep whole day bright,
Am I a night owl ?
Ward of seriously sick,
Moving my neck at three-sixty is a trick,
Am I a night owl ?
Disease in fluffy plumage,
Prey to hooked talons' curettage,
I am a night owl !
Aboard in the black hours,
Be dark sky or glitter of stars,
I am a night owl .
Inheriting the mystery and magic of night,
Taking a noiseless flight,
Blessed are the night owls !
Written on 5/8/14
Contest - Night Owl
Sponsor- Kelly Deschler
I know so well the warmth of cold moonlight,
For night is home to all keen thought, blissfully unmaligned.
Helios holds no sway with me, his journey out of sight,
Selene, my muse, guides my sweet nocturnal mind.
Supine, I float, and watch my ethereal phosphenes fly,
Till epiphany alights and I feverishly spring to write.
Mellifluous the ring of ink, as the paper I glorify,
Eloquent with ease, till the sharp break of Aurora’s light.
The ephemerality of my life seems with my heart to brawl,
Under shadow, ponder I, if unturned I leave life’s stone.
Yet Nyx’s reign inveigles me like sonorous siren call,
And so I sit, to on paper bleed, on my solemn wooden throne.
To live and write in lonely dark is my god-given right,
I’d rather live to shine in shadow than disappear in light.
Mysterious – you go by night
You are a mistress of disguise.
You hunt for prey in silent flight.
Mysterious – you go by night
With ease of stealth avoiding sight
You stare wide-eyed: dreamy or wise?
Mysterious – you go by night
You are a mistress of disguise.
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5th August 2014
Contest: Night Owl
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placing: 1st
Armor of feathers,
Takes flight to protect the grove:
Soldier of the night.
Lonesome these timed hours ...rustling low
That my wings flit in a parade,
Enchanting this child, and he smiles
Across moonlit lawns, unafraid.
Darkness reminds me to find joy
As I perch for morning's rest,
To gather strength,a new night's oath
Unfolding... relishing life's best.
Contest for Eve Roper
Owl Personification Form 2/13/2016
Night Owl
While flying over a little new town
A nice friendly place called Hooters I found
It must have been opened for owls like me
For my large eyes to roll at what to see
A big building of large red stone and bricks
Full of big plump young good looking stacked chicks
A favorite hangout after sundown
Judging from all the hoots and other sounds
Tonight this old bird will give it a try
I will hoot the hoot and have some stir-fry
The nice environmentalist love me
Now I don't have to sit in this old tree
2/15/2016
I'm a midnight sneak,
At Google I'll peak,
My eyes grow round and glow,
It's well after midnight, you know,
I'll filch some treats,
Addictions need sweets,
I'm quite house trained,
Computer feeds my brain,
All alone in this darkened room,
Stalking through these Google runes,
Is that five am to prowl?
Shhh, I'm insomniac midnight owl!
From
Embalmed darkness
She toll
Her rhythmic dirge
Night's serene silent
Is gently
Deflowered
Written by Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's septolet contest
night vigil begins
nocturnal eyes overhead
swoop down on blind mice
I am A Night Owl
By: Noel N. Villarosa
June 4, 2022
Staring long at the laptop
My workplace is quiet
Active and mentally tip top
I am an owl that flies at night
Night sorting and engaging that way
Was a man deep in his thinking
Working with a good employer that will stay
Energy peaks naturally in the evening
With refreshed curious eyes
I cast my shadow on a resting morning lark
I took over his time taking calls on the rise
I make a living, if not in the dark
I am alone in my room
It’s just me and the moon
If I failed to bring you where flowers bloom
At the end of shift work, I’ll talk to you too soon
Everything is going right at night
It only takes a search, analysis, and brilliant call
The right approach will make me see the light
Finding matched criteria, I can relate them all
You are much like me, I guess
We have ups and downs
But would you pity more, or we say less
If there’s nothing to offer, I’ll see you around
I will watch you in the dark while dreams run
For the only place that fits my work
I work from home, closer to my loved ones
To feel the breeze reveals another dawn to spark
Also posted on my LinkedIn account.