Best Nightfall Poems
I saw fingers severed
with comically large scissors
and heads near severed
with an even larger pair,
or crimped stubbornly halfway.
I contemplated with some hurt
what I might have thought
to be my earliest loss,
and thrust myself headlong
into my first descent.
The darkest car I’d ever not seen
carried me effortlessly to my future
across snow and water at once,
in love with a girl I’d never met,
I think she loved me too.
Darkness enveloped me
in my vast empty room,
and I’d swear I killed a man
and dropped his lifeless reproach
in a dusty, uncertain old cupboard.
I wrestled the nasty black swan
and found my hero of the moment,
smaller and stranger
then I’d ever thought him to be,
and I swore to God it was him.
I dropped by the bank,
a hero of earlier moments
mirthfully gave me the gears,
as we argued the toss
he couldn’t help but have a giggle.
A giant came bearing down on me,
then went weepy and forlorn,
wailed about the love not known,
the city lights and the city streets
quietly frowned with dismay.
I stared down enemies unknown,
I was afraid and they were sure,
but I found a greater wrath,
I don’t think I killed any of them,
but I guess I probably should have.
And to this day, still not seen,
I don’t even know if it matters.
31st October 2018
Eventide’s splendorous motifs on blazing arc rise
Tinting golden horizon of glinting vermillion skies
Where setting sun inflames decaying gilded rays
As twilight glistens graying eve’s yellowing haze
And pewter winds rustle leaves, lilting meadows
Swaying hills of trees in rhythms of tilting shadows
Where bidding the day goodbye birds hastily fly
While enchanted in luminant sky people amble by
Reveling ebullience of nightfall glowing in moonlight
Dazzled by twinkles of stars lifting tenor of night
As nightingale’s love song enthralls nocturnal appeal
When orchestra plays above scintillating astral zeal
Quietude soon endows dreams of exuberant dawn
As the reign of moon and stars sparkles on and on
Till misty morn awakens to melodies of robin’s call
And sun rises again to walk the new day to nightfall
October 19, 2020
Placed 2nd: Collaboration with Silent One Poetry Contest
The blanket of darkness lays across the hills
As night settles in and wind stops, it stills
Not a tree moves, as silence consumes
Seeping through walls, into empty rooms
Worn thoughts are left at the end of the day
From taking many turns along the way
Just trying to get things done, to survive
Now it’s time to rest, watch nightfall arrive
Heidi Sands
4/13/19
Think of me as the eyes of late nightfall
crawl through a wafting sill
where lone moon cuddles dimmed glow
before she quietly slowly lays
herself on a cradle of clouds
as whistle of barn owl and incantations groans.
When dusk explodes into ash
upon fairways that lap,
think of me
mysteriously walking on the ledge
of our winding grassland
picking bluebells in wanderlust.
And when candles snuff the lampshades
think of me,
like the velvet skin of dusk fall
circling in a world of marbled thoughts
until you etch the back of my spine
to lullaby the sourness of truant dreams.
The stars play game-spy with the wind
rowing into a wave of dewy cruise;
I enter into your own lenses, a search light
that becomes the harbour of some peace
while echoes of unknown voices speak...
It is at this juncture when you, perhaps,
might think of me
lending a gentle taste of assurance
that the next hours will stir a brightened sun.
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contest 259 Brian Strand
Shadows cross my doorway
Silence fills my soul
I smile at the coming of my friend
For darkness brings the quiet
Then peace at last begins
So, I wait
I wait for my friend
How quickly the earth forgets
all that the sun has said today
As daylight bows out gracefully
dwindling soon to silence
hush now, .....
let's listen to what the night will say
Listen closely ....stars are whispering
It is all about sleeping...
all about flowers folding for repose...
all about bird heads tucked under bird wings:
and dreams that walk silently after eyes close
shhhh....
Pen to paper
So no tears today
Monday back to slavery
I cast my out my lline
Hoping for a bite from a female fish
Do you not see what is meant by love ?
Do you not see what is meant by peace?
Shalom is where its at, friends
SHALOM IS WHERE IT IS AT!
It is now dark and under the dome
there are hands moving
inside a home
Notes of angelic sound
circulate the air
wandering beyond walls
flying into the city
making countless calls
Creators of footsteps below the full pearl
tread in the alleys
hearing musical melodies shout out for them to hark
their hearts dance to the hymn
coinciding to the tempo in the dark
Where is that rhythm coming from
There are no signs of the source that show their thumb
Stare at the moon, the nightfall harp is blessing the sadsome
Out there, a hundred miles far
the souls pick up their ear
from the bliss dispersing from afar
Nightfall harp,
where are you
Nightfall harp,
we hear you,
Nightfall harp,
we love you
Happiness shall now come to pass
as the angel sprouts his wings
Hand in hand
the city joins for a holy choir
as their voices wire
blazing spirit fire
showing love a step higher
Up so high all the fireflies fly
Look at them! Look at them all!
Thousands of stars hang in the sky!
Birds and crickets are chirping in unison
under the lunar eclipse in this night.
The wonder of nightfall captivates me as
I walk in solitude; the night so alive!
Date written: 05/16/2020
Amethyst twilight
melds with sunset's gold.
Moon, a lustrous pearl,
glowing diamond stars
Celestial beauty ~
Bejeweled night sky.
Originally posted on March 19, 2021
“N” poem poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
On the crest of the sky
Where blue Irish mountains lye
Lightning strikes and greenery starts to die
Through thick, misty clouds like those from dry ice
The full moon peaks through, ideal for a pagan sacrifice
Through the mountains you walk further
And you hear from the water an unsettling murmur
The water ripples, dark and clear
But instead beauty, all you think is fear
And that something else is here
Finally a dark, snake-like tail begins to appear
The Loch Ness lifts her shimmering, scaly head
Now you feel awe instead
From a distance, she looks like an elegant, overgrown swan
But before you can blink twice, she is gone
Was it at the close of wakeful light
Rough cutting field and town,
The dark blade-cleaving deep,
Eyebrow sharp and scything down,
The landscape hacked to sleep.
And if it were my dreamless sight
Of haloed streetlamp flicker,
Murdered shadows spring
To lope and slither quicker
As the chimes of midnight ring.
What if the eyes cannot adjust
And discern the rise of day,
Screening past the chilly tomb
That so engulfs and hides away
In a heart of darkest gloom.
What if I no longer trust
Evaporate of hearthside yore,
And apparitions die as must,
Would I freeze forever more
Beneath the sheet of nightfall's dust.
Whenever life gets too hard and you feel like falling apart,
seek shelter in my arms,
find comfort in my heart,
and when night falls,
I'll sit with you in the dark,
and we'll make friends with the moon and the stars.
And when the sun finally rises and shines light on your scars,
don't be afraid to show the world who you are,
you may not have made it to where you're going,
but you've made it this far,
and I'll be there to lead you out from the dark.
Dusk
As the dusk summons twilight,
The sky deepens its colors.
It gathers the quiet as it demands an audience.
Transparently slow and thickening light,
Sends out a scented chill, so slight, and at will,
While the land below prepares for its darkness.
It's colors of golden, red, brown and yellow,
Submerge together in its mellow haze of lines,
And with its swift action diminishes the sun.
What beauty beholds us a gaze to its sight,
A magnificent artwork for a moment or time,
But it too shall pass with a blink of an eye.
For dusk will begrudge dawn,
With the passing hours of its shadow moon,
A partial absence of sight, I bid you a good night.
date of poem 24 July 2018
Evening strolls on ruby beams
Fixing sights on skyline mauve,
Birds are singing joyous hymn
Breezing thrill of lilting trees,
Dusk is hosting lilac dreams
Blushing face of whirling winds;
Blessing night, moon is smiling.
May 16, 2020
Placed 2nd: Brian's Choice M contest
Placed 3rd: Finish line in seven poetry contest
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Theme # 3: Taste of nightfall
Seven syllables per line