Best Nightfalls Poems
When the
moon muses
to the
melody of memories,
roaming wisps
of vanilla gently
flow through
space and time.
Your voice
echoes through
scintillating
sheets of
unwavering waves,
like lullabies laced
into silver nightfalls.
Within my
mourning sight,
invisible feathers
form into
clouds appearing
as wings,
swiftly swerving
and reflecting
perfumed “ forget-me-nots.”
A reminder
that you’ll always
be gracing our horizons
from
dusk till dawn.
I’ll savor your
memoirs within
pastel colored pages of
my purple journal.
I’ll recite
your favorite poem,
like
starlight over groves
of
silk and ebony.
Tomorrow before
the sky
tumbles down,
let the
sunflower stillness speak.
When these
tears are unlocked,
rain serenades symphonies
of
sentimental seconds,
lost to the
ticking truth
of fleeting
grains from
sinister silence.
You’ll feel my words
rising and
reaching
the seventh sky,
beyond unwritten
woes and throes,
as you
sway upon a
golden swing
engraved with
diamond dusts
and
daphne dreamcatchers.
Categories:
nightfalls, death, deep, heaven,
Form:
Free verse
Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.
I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in the glow of risen sun
Fresh days and fresh pages to write upon.
I sense God's love flow through charmed symphonies
In enchantment of choral melodies
I seek Him in the dewy morning mist
In the sky when it has been rainbow kissed.
God’s revealed in roosters crowing refrain
In rain dancing upon the window pane
I rejoice in nightfalls scenic display
Stunning sunsets taking one's breathe away.
There's not a fragrant rose in June that blooms
Nor stars twinkling brightly around the moon
No clouds adorning the canvas of sky
That doesn't send reflections of God on high.
In the morning I will sing of your love...
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19th October 2020
Your Personal Favourite Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins
Categories:
nightfalls, feelings, god, senses, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Sometimes when
nightfalls of summer
feel so cold,
and everything seems dark,
I turn to the heat of
my grandmother’s soup.
Life can exist
within bone China
or simple ceramic textures,
savoring salt and spices,
but when it becomes
bland, we seek
sentimental essences
to ease our yearning.
When watercolor
sunsets break into
warm saffron hues,
I remember her soft
smile that
bestowed hope upon me,
resonating ancient
flavors seasoned
from perfectly peppered
zests of her soul.
Crumbs of
her cuisine seduce
a dull skyline
into gourmet
tamarind twilight,
as the warm touch
of her culinary run
through the hallways
of my childhood home,
like an aromatic
epitome of hand
cooked love,
she sprinkles
ingredients of faith,
marinated in minced
humor,
with lemongrass
and lentil lullabies,
in a heart-shaped
bowl of tom-yum
testimonies.
And now I sit here
reliving a distant
delicacy so close
to the taste buds
of my mind.
I will always crave
for the first course
of my grandmother’s
Friday feast,
served in a tray
of fragrant memoirs,
garnished in laughter,
cultivated with delight,
amidst the wrinkles
that reveal the recipe
to unravel euphoric
tales of her
unforgettable kitchen.
Categories:
nightfalls, devotion, granddaughter, i miss
Form:
Free verse
I’m feral like a fox
misplaced in the
maroon mists
of wilderness,
only found in
woeful woodland.
My skin is blanketed
in crimson balmy
hyacinth feathers
from a
forsaken rainforest.
Misguided on
delusional paths,
where spring-tides
mirror liquified colors
of warm diamond tears
I’ve suppressed
behind ice blue sighs.
And I’ve seen
splintered petals
beneath thick-leaved
jewel orchids,
that surrendered
to greying leaves
on tainted twigs
and broken branches.
I’ve walked through
fields of thorns
where the
musky scent
of roses remained
a poison to
my aching soul.
So, why does it
feel like I’m chained
from vines of changes,
that suffocate
the sun within me,
crucifying the fragility
of premature
begonia beginnings?
Am I to follow
the darkness,
to cast away the evil,
constantly pushing me
into a cave of
cacophonous silence?
As I see beyond
the gossamer veil,
hiding sharpened talons
of treacherous eagles-
flying amongst
vicious vampires;
emerald foes
masked as friends,
feeding my conscience
with cruel concoctions,
oblivious to the truth,
that I am a bark believer
of marigold miracles.
So let the
steel black breeze
and the
faceless ghosts
of fleeting time,
witness how I
rise against
wicked wolves
lurking behind
stars within
a chiffon laced
canopy of nightfalls.
For, I am more
than the empty labels
you’ve placed,
like the shame,
I’ve buried beneath
lyrical lies drizzling
from vanilla skies.
Categories:
nightfalls, confidence, courage, inspirational, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Silence listens to tremors of twilight,
spilled across shorelines bathed in lilac,
awaiting the soft sinking of the sun ~
soaked in storms of heavy heartbeats,
a Braille of dreams, a touch of secrets,
like the wind that feels and follows,
the cracks within the crevices of the moon ~
a ballerina lost in the music of grief.
Perhaps lips of horizon could taste,
savor, and drink in stillness,
when the world ceases to cherish kindness,
love that rests in the lungs of the skyline,
where sighs of stars reveal the veiled glow~
unspoken reasons written in quiescence...
But can the dusk trace the weight of trying?
This mind is a nightingale,
featherless ... forever restless,
held by ripples between the birth of hope ~
the shattering of nightfalls ~
swathed in numbness…
Categories:
nightfalls, muse, silence, sky,
Form:
Free verse
Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.
I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in the glow of risen sun
Fresh days and fresh pages to write upon.
I sense God's love flow through charmed symphonies
In enchantment of choral melodies
I seek Him in the dewy morning mist
In the sky when it has been rainbow kissed.
God’s revealed in roosters crowing refrain
In rain dancing upon the window pane
I rejoice in nightfalls scenic display
Stunning sunsets taking one's breathe away.
There's not a fragrant rose in June that blooms
Nor stars twinkling brightly around the moon
No clouds adorning the canvas of sky
That doesn't send reflections of God on high.
In the morning I will sing of your love...
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19th October 2020
Categories:
nightfalls, creation, god, joy, religious,
Form:
Rhyme
As Hedgehog-type cactus in bloom,
With claret-cup desert perfume;
Red-orange petals
On top of nettles-
I guard with my sharp, thorny, broom.
I'm hardy, resistant to clime
In weather where sunshine is prime.
Yet, still thrive in cold
When nightfalls unfold;
A mainstay for mundane, sublime.
My flower is tender and smooth
As velvety surfaces soothe.
My buds, I protect
With me, they connect-
And nurturing them, they improve.
Yet, thorns are my standby defense;
Protecting my blossoms- intense.
My keen spears await
To keep safe our fate-
And predators- anxious and tense!
July 9, 2020
Premiere Contest: The Flower, The Thorn, Or Both
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Theme: "You are the flower, the thorn, or both."
Categories:
nightfalls, metaphor,
Form:
Limerick
White rapids rushing for the falls,
Morgan horses loosed from their stalls,
From fragrant sunsets to nightfalls,
Songbirds answering southern calls.
Precious moments of golden hours,
Butterflies midst cherry flowers,
Rainbow's appearance with colors,
Sun and silver moon encounters,
The time it takes for love to grow,
The time it takes for winds to blow,
Shooting star in a night's solo,
At twilight of sunset's sorrow!
Categories:
nightfalls, bird, color, flower, nature,
Form:
Lay
Dearest,
There would be no nightfalls
thereunto your eyes but partly goosebumps
nor would be nightscapes along your brows
even an inch above their shorelines
where darkness heaves
no. When shadows dance in tip-toed pirouette to the tune of your hairfall
whose breaths breathe nothing but the fumes from your sigh.
You are but a psalm
the Tibetan monks hymn and a mantis prays with a vengeance
for three full moons bedecked with diphthongs and rhymes
only to show beyond doubt
that every squint of the lids of your eyes
is proof of all the gods' existence.
There are no sundowns
thereunder your limbs but scarcely woundscars
nor dimlights throughout the length of your nape
all the more onto its coastline
where thoughts
bloom. When crickets perch and croon
whose hymn chants heretofore each syllable of your name.
My breathe rests each time your eyes meet mine, my love,
for nothing falls thereto except my heart.
Tears herewith,
Samson
Author's note: Finalist September Poetrysoup International Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: Poetrysoup
Categories:
nightfalls, devotion, mother
Form:
Free verse
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A curious drop of orgone dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains...
Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing
With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes
Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires
Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle
Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze...
Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows
Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations...
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...“My Beautiful Bride's” *
Categories:
nightfalls, love, passion, romance, cat,
Form:
Free verse
A curious drop of organe dusk; making way to peek amid the curtains....
Hush the breath rising in slivers of delight; a manifold cat crowing
With blood dripping from the vine; candlelight shadows and the clock chimes
Black rubies twined atop pentagon lines; vanilla incantations of silk desires
Parting red lips to stoke this fire; deep the moans bewitching cradle
Resting now the dawn which waits; within her arms love set ablaze....
Nightfalls curious drop of time; beyound the curtains in that sublime
Whereupon her bosom it does lie; casting spells while taking tithes
In this my heart she surely knows; outside the window a proxic cat crows
Aneath blood and blue rubies dripping from the vine; such silk incantations....
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...."My Beautiful Bride's" *
Categories:
nightfalls, hope, life, love, cat,
Form:
Storm rages brimestones from ages to ages.
The earth quakes from its foundation,flakes of hell erupts from the depths beneath.
Seed of discord blossom
In the very cord of the society as nightfalls in soweto forestalls the dawning of a new era.
Blaming mankind's curiosity or nature's complexity.
This is my first attempt on couplet,critics are welcome to air their minds.
Categories:
nightfalls, change, conflict, environment, imagery,
Form:
Couplet
OLIVE EYES
I like the smell of coffee
in the morning
with lace gentled sunlight
creeping
through open windows.
And I like olive eyes.
I like lakeside afternoons
surrounded by roses
and sunlit breezes,
coolwarm touches
on my heart.
And I like olive eyes.
I like evening conversations
conveyed
with bliss sparkling eyes,
words revealed
that could not be said.
And I like olive eyes.
I love glowing nightfalls
and quiet passions sensed,
absorbed
in every caring touch, and given
with hopes of more to come.
And I love olive eyes.
Categories:
nightfalls, love,
Form:
Curtal Sonnet
A thick fog wraps it tenacles
Encapsulating all
Visibility limited
Floats summer into fall
As the autumn sun rises high
Its warmth dries and heats
But less warmth and humidity
With earlier nightfalls
The crickets early this morning
Serenaded the moon
Knowing soon their last love song sung
Will be crooned in quick tune
Doves still sing romantic love songs
At just the crack of dawn
Soon their mournful sounds will quiet
They'll rest all winter long
Summer's end brings some sadness now
Winter's cold, frost, and rain
Long cold nights to remember you
When in great strength did reign
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest:Summer's End
Written: August 28, 2013
Categories:
nightfalls, life, , romantic love,
Form:
Rhyme
*Image of Cherokee Piper, Four-seater single engine by Wilkie.
Lifetime Get-A-Way, A Survivors Tale
It is nineteen-eighty new years eve in less than two days,
that said--this turned a fourteener syllabic lined poem,
fourteener set of rhyming-lined poems--to paraphrase,
I had worked with his wife long before I got to know him.
Now Ruby carried on but stayed in the same line of work.
We kept in touch ever since I purchased her dad's cabin.
She said her ardent pilot spouse needed an hourly perk.
As he already owned the plane we just need some gas in.
Fundamentally, Alan purchased, Cherokee Piper,
Four-seater single engine without a pilot license,
Probable in California, but naught a car ... harder,
He's flying days only, that induces a lot of sense?
Our itinerary is, Livermore, California,
to Barstow, California--a hole, fill-up only then,
The Grand Canyon to Ruby's hotel chain, euphoria,
Cliffside cabin, wine & dine and film at Rangers station.
Phoenix, Alan's cop friend drove us to Scottsdale to my Suite
Hilton, north to a western town, rode a stagecoach, ad-lib
gunfighter, now west side Phoenix restaurant, Pinnacle's meet
New Year's Eve, no fireworks, just booze and b.b.q. rib bib
Sedona, Hopi purchased--slight loop, Meteor Crater,
Skirted unique Monument Valley, Vegas as nightfalls,
Hotel gratis tix-Music Man w/Dick Van Dyke, and dinner,
Livermore, seven p.m., sun greets us ... S.F. bay crawls.
The drive to my San Francisco home, bout a hundred miles,
The plane gas bill arrived little under nine hundred bucks,
Never stepped on a wing to board a plane--at me, Dick smiles,
Grand, Sedona, Monument, Vegas, Phoenix, again, *shucks!
2022 January 29
*9th Place*
MY FAVORITE VACATION IN RHYME
~~L MILTON HANKINS: Judged 2022 February 04
*Held hopes but it never happened again as we all moved on in life.
Categories:
nightfalls, adventure, beautiful, crazy, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme