Best Night Time Poems
Got a wild hair and found a younger woman
did I.
Took a trip oh howtime did fly.
I wake up she already ran three miles.
Going eighty down the interstate.
she's doing more than playing
with the dials.
Last night in the sack.
She turned into a gymnast and
almost broke my back.
Now im looking through the phone book
begging her ex boyfriend to take up the slack.
If there ever was a foutian of youth I wish
sombody would pour me a cup.
Cause im having a hell of a time keepin up.
For the first time I gotta chick askin hey you
asleep?
Gonna change my name to Dracula
with the hours I keep.
Took her to the track and she out ran a horse.
Some guy looked to me and asked.
You gonna take her to the derby?
To which I replied of course.
One night she asked wouldnt this be great to do forever?
Hit the ground running.
Saying baby I gotta check the weather.
You know this old dog just aint no young
pup.
I might be on oxygen and in a electric wheelchair.
But im keepin up.
Be the sands of time flow within thy mind,
Every second of the day drifts away,
More elusive than the last I do find,
It's the nights I cry, I wish they would stay.
For it is in the night, that time does cease,
Moments before awakening, we're there,
Trapped between two worlds, one soon to unleash,
Leaving one behind, the one kind and fair.
It fascinates me so, how time doth grow,
Like a tree in the spring, when evergreen,
Can be seen as a river, endless flow,
Science can't tell you, that it can be seen.
One thing is certain, it has its own law,
I just know one thing, I wish I had more.
Curtains blown open on a star lit night,
while crickets keep time to a song in my mind.
There's a shadow down the hall hidden from sight,
like something I've lost that I wish I could find.
The rustling of leaves from a soft summer breeze,
whispers the freedom you seek is at your command.
I would open that door if I just held the keys
and see what lies waiting in Time's withered hands.
5/25/19
I
I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair
with her sage sense of humor, dull and non-existent
Seemed positively,
metallic, blessed with flowing shackles, a gift, extended only to me.
Limiting my growth past 8 years, haunting my dreams until age 21
always advising her younger sis, to teary boredom
“Do as I say”, “whereso’er I may”
Lend me your shoe to prove my superiority.
By night or day,
I am your stone Buzzard and I will pick your bones
II
This I suffered
The rainbow might as well have been between us,
For the roses lost their petals long ago
I can no longer feel their thorns, my toughened skin
Yet lately when I turn to cry for you,
The pain is far greater than I should bear
For (you) seep, from my tear ducts, a bloodless water driblet
Injury that keeps finding its way out
Purging the likes of you
In twin tissues
III
Infuriates me.
Each night from my pillow writhed
Come darkened silhouettes of your pigtails
I inhale one, in each nostril,
just so I can blow you away
Are you a sister of another mister?
My tormenter, my thumb umbrella
Cleanse me from your sticky sight
Allow my legs to find that gentle breeze called freedom
Before the very bone that we share dies
Making us look upon our mirrors
To find the frozen cordial face
As we pretend to plant, a history, of fond remembrance
When we are but plowing, our indignations in the ground
IV
Unbeknownst
I knew a time when my sister, tall and fair,
Sat braiding her curly brown hair
Finding me sleeping, without nary a sound
Wrapped her tight braid, around and around
Laughing as my life was slipped from sight
Dragging me constantly, round that night
So what if I, but a babe in skin
Was found by Dad, in the playpen
Hence, since, even now, my skin, crawls
Afraid of the hair in red overalls
primal timelessness
midnight bonfire by the beach
back to dawn of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Darkness fallen, the sky shines,
Stars twinkle and dance
Floating silently along the milky way in twisty lines
Scattered around, millions to see
Stardust tossed on a black canvas
Painted, a beautiful breathtaking picture
A soft, calming power it holds
Losing every worry among diamonds
Getting lost in the sea, swimming in a daze
The world is quiet, peaceful at this time
No noise or fighting, just soft breathing of innocents.
But all too soon it starts to leave
The sky begins to light; the break of dawn kills all beauty
Dead of night is drifting away
Pain fills the world once again
The fighting begins once more
It’s just a circle, constantly moving.
Day and night in a constant battle
Light; constant, never enough
Dark; slow, peaceful and safe
La nuit prend lentement le monde…
As I sit in my window sill.
Relaxed no thrill.
Time goes by, but it seems the world stands still.
I sit and gaze .
Truly amazed.
By the beauty that sits in front of me.
The stars winks at me, twinkles and dance.
So magnificant I saw in watch in a trance.
The love I felt between us must be true romance.
But suddenly it fades.
It fades so quickly and with little warning.
Because within a few moments it will soon be morning.
So sadly it leaves, but leaves with a kiss of delight.
The wind whispers its goodbyes and promise to return tomorrow night.
***Collaborative by father and son...***
I'd like to tell a story
Of romance at it's best
I'll speak to you of deja-vu :F:
And you can dream the rest
This story is not a story
It's of truth you see
This woman who has caught my eye :S:
And how our relationship came to be
At first it came quite slowly
Then quickened in its pace
The first time that I held you :F:
Placed my lips upon your face
I looked into your eyes
And in translation I was lost
I felt you warmth and gentleness :S:
my breath turned into frost
The midnight moon is glowing
Our bodies are entwined
I felt the beating of your heart :F:
And knew that is mine
When you leave I blow you kisses
Upon returning I hold you tight
Your beauty is magnificent :S:
I'll adore you with all my might
Some days I'll send you flowers
The candies on its way
Our weekend trips to Mexico :F:
Lets pack, be on our way
I'll take you to the Virgin Islands
Or to the south of France
But when we are in Mexico :S:
We'll do the salsa dance
We've had a few cervesas'
Three or four scotches too
In the twilight hours :F:
I'll whisper I love you
See I'm a little different
I drink tequila with l lime
But when dancing ends and night time falls :S:
You will be all mine
In the morning hours
When we decide to wake
We'll drink our coffee darling :F:
Sweet love again we'll make
All through the night we're fixed
On fulfilling each others needs
So when the sun rises :S:
There are no romantic pleas
I've awakened to your pretty face
Now twenty years have past
My heart still beats our rhythm :F:
This love is meant to last
In our older years
When life has past us by
Our minds deteriorate and we cannot walk :S:
But our love will never die
The hair I have upon my chin
Has quickly turned to gray
For all our years together :F:
It's time to finally say
We're still one pea stuck in lifes' pod
Our love is here to stay :S:
Created by Jared L. Pickett & Richard Pickett....
'Tis nineseventeenPM!
On the balcony, in a rocking chair
In full twilight surrender
Savoring this wonderous time capsule
This moment of captivating tranquility
So soothing I wish It would freeze in time
Sweet nineseventeenPM!
Not quite my bedtime
But I know Morpheus will soon come calling
The wind out here whispering inconceivable secrets
To trees darker than the night sky
Crickets are chirping beneath the moon
Magical nineseventeenPM!
I wish for many more moments like this
Moths are darting about the lightbulb above me
Oh, what a night! I wish Asteria would appear before me
And strum her lyre under this twinkling
Canopy of innumerous twilight stars
So long, nineseventeenPM!
The nightjar that sings for me has flown away
I feel the arms of Morpheus enfolding me now
I don't want to fight my sleepy eyes
I intend to revisit you again at nineseventeenPM tomorrow
Glory the sky with even more stars!
Submitted for...
BRIAN'S SELECT B, Any Form, Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 06/11/2020
nineseventeenPM Poetry Contest/Winner(6th Place)
Sponsored by: John Lawless
Date written and posted: 06/24/2018
I live in the transitions,
the time between then
and now,
the twilight and the dawn,
the rustling of leaves
as night begins,
the first breeze
of daybreak,
the moment of departure,
the time of arrival.
Once something has happened,
day has come, night is here,
you have come, you have gone,
fait accompli leaves me cold,
nothing to do, simply there.
With expectations and transitions
my blood pumps with excitement,
my brain expands to take in
everything,
and I understand
those, who in their desperation
to feel life,
provoke it.
Ten years past since Coyote deceased
The land became fruitful, with the help of a new priest
It was the time of the crescent moon
When the boys would be sent out across the desert dune
To kill a coyote and return with the skin
And from that day forth their life as a man would begin
On this particular occasion the crescent moon shone bright
Casting shadows of the boys as the priest bless then in the light
One at a time they were sent in different directions
With a two inch blade for their protection
As they wondered off into the dark, out of sight
Suddenly their screams brought a chill to the air and the tribe was consumed by
fright
The medicine man rushed to their aid
Carrying his crescent moon shaped blade
Behind him were the tribesmen, twenty strong
To back him up incase anything went wrong
They found the boys laying, in a row
Alive but in a lifeless trance surrounded by snow
The ground was hot but around them as cold as ice
Everything was methodical and precise
The medicine man stood for a while looking afar
He saw a female figure near the missionary camp called “The Starr”
The ordered the men to take the boy back to the camp
As he walked off into the night just with a night lamp
He reached a huge boulder
When the air became colder
His curiosity overcame his fear as the female figure drew nearer.
He called out to it to identify itself
As she pounced majestically onto an icy shelf
She said you will remember who I am
Once a female sacrifice which should have been a man
He lifted the light to see her form
Her body perfect, a picturesque goddess, however, a bit pale
And around the thigh curled and uncurled her coyote tail
Her face, a face that every woman would admire
Except for the coyote fangs, he found that she was his desire
Like perfect mountains were her firm pink breasts
Her belly button the shape of a moon crescent was what intrigued him, his thought
confessed.
She moved close slowly and touched him with a hand that was cold
But the touch made him feel a warmth and he knew his heart was sold
To the desire to have and to hold
He kissed her gently and he felt more bold
To be continued….. P.D. Pt2
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Night time brings a silence,
a loneliness that drags hours
through the mind's corridors
Winding past words shared
during the day, earlier promises,
affectionate offerings found my eyes,
longing for merely a touch from
far away wishes, rubbing brass lamps,
picking four leaf clovers...
I was asked, " Is there anything you can't do?"
What I can't do hurts more than what I can
and what I can do doesn't matter
because of what I can't
So here I sit on this autumn night alone,
dreaming of you, wondering where you are,
imagining us...hoping you are too,
in this silence and loneliness that
night time brings
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There could be rats and snakes hiding in here.
Yes, I am talking about asps and cobras, big ones.
Hiding under the bed, no, not in my head, under my bed.
Okay, what about way back there, in the darkest corner?
Did you check out THAT corner? My voice is rising. I hear it crack.
Better take my flashlight and look hard this time. No, not in my head.
Under my bed.
Well, no the rat would not be. He is hiding in the closet.
A big gray monster with that hideously ugly pink rat tail.
He is probably under that pile of clothes. Not that pile, the other pile.
It might take you awhile to find him. He’s really sneaky.
Probably eating my new jacket.
Can you read me another story while you are here and can I have
two more cookies? What about a drink of water? I am thirsty.
And I have to go to the bathroom again. No, don’t leave, yet.
If you do, I am a goner. Please leave the flashlight, PLEASE!
Insomnia.
I get up, put on coat
and sit outside in the cool air.
Cloudless night. History hangs overhead
in full stops glowing in an infinite dark.
No wind overwrites the quiet.
There is only the chatter
of my own mind traced in scribbles
across unfolding time. Occasionally
a face forms, lingers then dissolves
into a residue of feelings left
in a forgotten corner of my life.
All is shadow, misted hauntings
in empty rooms.
I reach out for something firm
to hold onto and feel only
my own weight pushed
into the chair. Then, as if breaking
loose, a sudden rush of recognition -
there are people
who love me.
Waiting for the night time
Day- lingers far too long
desires- they are oh so strong
I can't wait to be with you,
so tell me what to do
I- pass the day- in daydreams
you come to me-or so it seems
All I care about is in sight
I see me with you tonight
Chorus
I don't care about the day...
(I'm) waiting for the night time,
when the music starts to play...
then our bodies- start to sway
(I'm) waiting for the night time
(Yes I'm) waiting for the night time
hoping this time- that you'll stay
Air- with jasmine- comes alive...
blue skies and butterflies,
flutter freely in my brain...
can't wait to see you-again!
Visions- are all I have right now...
they comfort me somehow,
I see you and your crimson lips...
as love drips from your fingertips
Chorus
I don't care about the day...
(I'm) waiting for the night time,
when the music starts to play...
then our bodies- start to sway
(I'm) waiting for the night time
(Yes I'm) waiting for the night time
hoping this time- that you'll stay
repeat chorus
John Derek Hamilton
September 27,2018