Best Nightgown Poems
Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret
Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Never saw her again, I ran away
bare truth is, I knew she wanted much more
than a simple life, with simple man's pay
with her fast asleep, I ran out the door.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Putting distance in our path, out of state
I heard no cries, did not see how she bled
looking back, her love became bitter hate
my mistake seen, I wished to be dead.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Six years and a million miles I had fled
where sadder path my soul walked alone
yet see her well I could, in her silk bed
in sweet night dreams, we talked on the phone.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Courage came and I went to her hometown
to beg forgiveness for my youthful fear
I saw her again in her blue nightgown
I ran away, my eyes still wet with tears.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
As moon's rays through my window hit my eyes
then I realized it was a bad dream
nobody could hear my bellowing cries
no, we would never again be a team.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
10-08-2019
Rhyme,
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time,
sponsor, Silent One
First place awarded
Categories:
nightgown, conflict, deep, emotions, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: October 10, 2023
Night Bewitches Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our souls. Erich Fromm
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In the placidity of the night's embrace,
bewitched the cosmos with an arcane grace.
The moon, a silver orb, may induce its rise.
Oozing its ethereal aurora over the skies
Whispers of worm words waft on wafture wear,
As the stars spangle, their nexus is spare.
The night wiles with its vestigial spell,
Drawing us in, under a talisman dwell.
Penumbras plaster pegs poltergeists of trees,
The twilight augury decry casts souls at ease.
Geezers of nightgown awaken from slumber,
Suing solace in the Cimmerian shade to clamber
The eventide sky overawes with a cosmic array.
Stars bedazzle and coxswain us on our way.
Moonlight sumptuous aura in a gentle glow,
Steer us through the shadow as the nexus flows.
Ebony necromancy decry a glamorous sight.
Drawing us close to the serendipity of the night.
In this cosmic wee hour, dreams bear flight.
Our souls are raised, and our hearts blight.
So let us indulge in this nocturnal delight,
As dusk vamps, squirting a glamor of delight.
Let us wander in the moonlit haze,
As sableness susurrous surreptitious sprays
Wee crepuscule twiddles, a plum night symphony
Where conceit phantasm and verity shed sympathy
Allotting an awareness acumen ariose and aureate
Upon ubiquitous utters uncanny unsophisticate.
Categories:
nightgown, analogy, appreciation, dream, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse,
Ran up the clock,
But the crooked little man
In his crooked little house,
Who caught this crooked mouse
After Humpty Dumpty's fall,
Could not prevent the coming
Down of baby, cradle and all!
Now old Mother Hubbard,
Checked her bare cupboard
And found Jack and Jill,
Who lived just up the hill,
She wrapped poor Jack’s head
In vinegar and brown paper!
Guy Fawkes scandalous caper,
Was renown, he met the Duke of York,
Who to Fawkes, seemed quite a dork,
For the Duke took all his men up,
Then down, and up and again down,
He did not want to break his crown!
At that moment a Ladybird,
Whose house was on fire and
Her children gone, flew to the house,
That Jack built, and sat on the maidens
Lap all forlorn,
In the early morn,
But the maiden had gone to bed with John
Who still had his trousers on!
Both had a ball, and sang
A song of Sixpence,
But in their defence
They were hiding from Guy Fawkes
And his gunpowder plot,
In bed, thought of it naught!
Suddenly through their bed
Ran three blind mice for their life
And a farmers wife,
Who was cutting their tails with a knife!
Imagine three little kittens,
Who had lost their mittens
But could have no pie,
When they saw the blind mice,
Pie was history, as once,
Twice and thrice,
They caught the blind mice!
Meanwhile Polly had put the kettle on
So that all the mourners for Cock Robin,
Could all have a cup of tea,
It was the fly with his little eye,
Who first saw him die.
However, through all of this,
Little Jack Horner
Who sat in his corner
Heard Tom, Tom the Pipers son,
And though related none
Visited the Queen of hearts,
Who gave them some tarts!
Night time was nigh
And way up in the sky,
Was a twinkling star,
That Jack Sprat spotted from afar,
And so did old King Cole,
But at the same time heard the bell toll,
For poor cock robin,
So he started sobbing,
But soon cheered up when
He saw a fine lady upon a white horse,
Riding to Banbury Cross!
Wee Willie Winkie, asked for a ride
Through the town,
Still in his nightgown!
But when he saw the cow jump
Over the moon,
And the dish,
Run away with the spoon,
He rubbed his eyes and said what a fiddle,
Hey diddle diddle!
Categories:
nightgown, nursery rhyme,
Form:
Rhyme
Bienvenue en Louisianne, ma bonne cher!
You're here for the Strawberry Festival Fair?
Well c'mon! Drop your stuff and pull up a chair
Bring all your buddies and see if we care
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
Three hundred thousand packed in one tiny town
Come in shorts, a bikini or just a nightgown
We ain't gonna' care, no we ain't gonna' frown
So don't you dress up now, ya'll come right on down!
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
Food everywhere that you sure won't refuse
(If you got the money, there's plenty of booze)
Lotsa' good music that will knock off your shoes
Cajun and country, rock & roll and da' blues
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
So come on now, Sha! What the heck you wait for?
Don't make me DRAG you out on to that floor!
We'll dance away the night we'll party til four
Jump up the next morning and dive in for more
It's party time in Ponchy, Lou-isianne
Ponchatoula, LA USA
Categories:
nightgown, adventure, holiday, time,
Form:
Monorhyme
We took a trip to grandma's house, it was an eighteen hour car ride. After a few hours of playing in the back seat, I became very bored. I started looking at the bright blue sky, big fluffy white clouds were everywhere. I first saw a doggy jumping from one cloud to the next, then a big cat with wings. Was she an angel cat, she was smiling back at me. As the sun was going down the clouds changed colors, a nightgown of deep purple they were putting on. The doggy was back, much bigger than before and waving. The day was turning into night, the clouds needed to go to bed. My fun day with the clouds is now over, the hum of the car engine was singing me to sleep.
Date Written: 3/3/2023
"3 Place"
Categories:
nightgown, car, cat, dog, night,
Form:
Free verse
At the beach in your bikini
blowing off those also-rans
you posture in your playful way
with Gucci sunshades and
the latest Grisham novel.
At the gala you're exquisite
in your slinky cocktail dress.
Simple, black, short and sexy,
you shimmer like a morning mist,
the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes.
At the condo in your nightgown,
(the antithesis of sex),
tucking in the kids
and softly singing them to sleep,
you're Wonder Woman in your plastic curlers.
I know I have the best,
without a doubt, it's true,
whatever outfit you put on,
my 'winner' still is you!
Categories:
nightgown, love,
Form:
Verse
A Little Kindness Never Hurts
Her bad reputation was talk of our small town
she'd rush out to get mail in her flimsy nightgown
rumors spread about her lovers in her large bed
and how one is not enough, she needs four instead
yet I spoke to her oft at the grocery store
she seemed so kind, her free spirit about to soar.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She wrecked her car, I went over to help her out
way back then, that was what good neighbors were about
tho' injured I saw her soft, graceful composure
after that, our friendship became so much closer
she asked, if I knew about her reputation
and was lone white knight one of my close relations.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
She graciously asked, would I accept any pay
I replied, No ma'am I just wasn't raised that way
with that declaration, I then walked away
seemed proper not her warm welcome to overstay
sincere kindness seeks not a returning reward
one never knows when they need help if life gets hard.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
A raven-haired queen, her sex appeal off the charts
rare to have so very much, with such a huge heart
years flown by, I found myself in her gentle arms
a willing accomplice enchanted by her charms
and then gossipers would ask me, to kiss and tell
I gave my then standard answer, you go to hell.
From just one kind act, a great romance was gifted
And such was passionate love, that so uplifted
11-27-2018
For Brenda's new contest, "A Little Kindness Never Hurts"
Categories:
nightgown, appreciation, art, humanity, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
The water rushed by pulling at me as I struggled to hold onto the moss covered
rocks, but they were slippery and my hands to not grasp them. I was getting
tired and the water was numbing cold, it seemed to want me. Was I to die today,
to be washed away in this fast moving stream and down the rapids. The sound
of the water was a roar. I could scream, but I would not be heard in this ravine.
It was a beautiful day for a walk in nature and looking down at the sparkling
water I had thought it seemed so lovely. I wanted to get some photographs so,
I made a decision to take what appeared to be a path down to the stream. I
stepped onto it and it seemed fine, so I began the descent. It was a bit steeper
than it had appeared and I found myself holding onto branches. I noticed the
ground was wet and soggy and suddenly I was falling, tumbling, crashing
through the lush foliage and coming to a stop in the water.
It was deep and the current was strong and I knew that I only had moments.
"Dear Lord, I don't want to die today, not today, not like this!" In my mind,
I saw myself floating with my beautiful hair flowing around me and my eyes
staring up, unseeing, at the Lord's painted sky. "Dear Lord, help me, help me!"
It was then, that I noticed a branch hanging out over the water and I grabbed
it, and pulled and pulled myself up onto the rocks. Why had I not noticed that
branch before? I climbed up the slope on my hands and knees to the top.
I was covered in mud and leaves as I staggered home, and still I had not seen
a single person in the park. At home I stripped off my muddy clothes and put
on my nightgown. I climbed into bed and pulled up the covers and I wept and
wept. I gave thanks to the Lord for being there for me in my terrible time of
need. He gave me back my life, that branch was his helping hand. The Lord
has a plan for me and it was not written that I was to die this day. I am so
thankful for this chance and for the important lesson learned.
Nature can be both beautiful and deadly, it must be respected, for it can
be cruel and unfeeling.
______________________________
September 14, 2015
Narrative
For the contest, Giving Thanks, sponsor, Edward Ebbs
Third Place
Categories:
nightgown, faith, nature, water,
Form:
Narrative
Daughter of the Moon
I lounge here,in a nightgown soft!
Midnight is my hour to ponder.
My thoughts entranced by the moon aloft.
Of your body’s sensuosity, it’s wonder!
I just observed a star dance across thesky.
It’s simply held me in a heated trance.
I knew in my imagination, I see you lie.
Forgive me, I could not turn from you, askance.
This auspicious hour, watching you in a deepest sleep.
A kaleidoscope of manly sensuosity.
I choose to, in my mind, this memory forever keep.
Your warm, soft breath, your body’s oceanic virtuosity!
10/29/2021
~1~
Quatrain a,b,a,b
Categories:
nightgown, desire, imagery, longing, moon,
Form:
Quatrain
This pill that make me sleep and takes away my dreams.
It keeps my thoughts and leaves me disesteemed.
Who doth have these rights,
To take away my starry nights?
When the morning wakes it is just about certain,
Hopes are lost as I draw back my curtain.
Just one pill that reels
My reflections it always steals.
I procrastinate and take it purposely late.
Avoidance cannot protect me from fate.
It mocks me each time,
I hear the bells on the clock chime.
Begrudgingly, I swallow the damn' tablet down,
Then sullenly slip into my nightgown.
"Do not go to sleep,"
I ruminate, "These are my sheep!"
Categories:
nightgown, anxiety, dream, drug, sleep,
Form:
Rhyme
Why am I still here?
she asks herself again.
The mound of hair lying in her palm
feels heavy like dying worms
trying in vain to squirm away.
When her husband sees her,
fragile as a broken-winged bird
in her loose nightgown,
he takes the brush from her hand
and weakly smiles as he chokes down
tears. He cannot hide his guilt or pain,
thinking he's the one who should be brave.
Outside, an owl dives into the grassy
field. For a moment, she can feel
the brush of its wings in the breeze,
but he only feels her suffering
and the thickness of looming death
in the cloud of her labored breath.
Most of all, he feels a desperate ache,
reminding of the loneliness
that awaits him.
Despite her constant pain,
she feels buoyant today.
The gravitational pull
she once felt in her bones
no longer draws her
towards the earth’s core.
She almost feels like God, himself,
was reaching down from Heaven
to pull her into His embrace,
like a father welcoming his child home.
In the mirror, she looks behind
the dull shade of her listless eyes
and sees the beautiful colors
of omniscient love. She sees Heaven.
The contradictions of divine reflection
are indescribable. Light that is brighter
and more vivid than the sunniest day
in summer fills her being. Yet, it glows soft
and serene, like an eternal flame
to comfort her from within.
She prays
that she may
harness the light,
a loving warmth
to heal his hurt,
to share with him
always.
Written 5/27/20 for Regina Riddle’s
Heaven Contest
Categories:
nightgown, grief, heaven, light, love,
Form:
Free verse
Long, long ago in a village called Sun
Tales were told and stories were spun,
Near a campfire where sweet meats were cooked
And everyone listened whilst Mr Moon looked.
The Owl and The Pussy Cat the wise man had told
That story was dear and worthy of gold,
Cinderella was famous for cats loved what they heard
Admired by many including bluebird.
Though of all the tales by the old and the young
With dancing of scenes and songs they had sung,
A fable had fallen right to the red Earth
Which glittered glow green from beautiful birth.
Great turtle took height with bold book and a bell
All had gone quiet under his spell,
He sneezed once then twice and cheered with a chime
'My story is grand, My story is mine…
Believe this or not once I was small
Smaller than most, most of y’all,
And when I was born under the sands
All was connected, unified lands.
Under the stars I emerged from my nest
Born with a shell naturally dressed,
Oh, how I was proud with my shorter length tail
Until I was stuck on a large piece of shale.
As my brothers and sisters left for blue sea
I was alone poor little me,
Though I dreamt of the seaweed being nightgown
I just happened to be upside down.
Flapping my flippers, I tried to get loose
When along came a soldier Mr Grey Goose'
‘Security Honk!’ he yelled with a shriek
Then lifted me upright with his smooth beak.
'Thank You so much, Thank You my friend
I thought my long journey was going to end,
Then you came along and saved my sweet life
If it were not for you, I’d still be in strife'.
Then he honked very loud and stated real clear
No problem young hatchling this is your year
To swim in the ocean without any fear,
Growing bigger and stronger with sisters and brothers
And during your journey you will help others…
No matter the yarn in Moonlight or Sun
Good times will happen when kind deeds are done.
Categories:
nightgown, animal, inspirational love, spoken
Form:
Narrative
I am drying the dews of dawn
in glittering luster
Crystalline clarity
A golden sapphire splendor
that makes you impressed
The midday sun, a brilliant blaze
where the UV index is at its highest
Attempt to avoid me at the most intense hours
Watch my nightgown, feminine lace
exquisite colorful embroideries
Always a warm smile
I bringing love to every heart
Categories:
nightgown, smile, sun, sunshine,
Form:
Personification
Twilight witnesses her travel through the woods
As white nightgown drapes upon the passing paths
Seeking out the meadow of first love from days long past
Her eyes reflect the royal luminescence of the moon
As her cheeks tighten to a wishful, seductive smile
While hoping her lover has been there all the while
At long last, as the moon smiled upon her, so did another
With a turn to her, her heart became captive, as did his
She reached to her lover, embraced and fell into a kiss
Categories:
nightgown, love, nature, passion, people,
Form:
Through the amorous forest, path of illumination,
cascading slopes of miniature waterfalls,
treasury of trees, spreading their arbor, hilly
rocks for a daydreaming girl to sit upon. Lantern,
like lightning bugs.
The essence of fairy mirth.
The teen is pretty in her cream-colored nightgown,
honey-blonde tresses twisted and clipped.
Her arms wrap around bent knees.
Her contemplation of reality, it’s ethereal
in this wholesome clip of paradise.
Sweet honesty wonders what life will be.
Momentum whispers of love, friendship,
and adventure. Hem of her nightie dips
into the wet, like an underwater iceberg
before life gets real.
She’s a moonlight silhouette.
2/15/2022
Categories:
nightgown, beauty, girl, nature,
Form:
Free verse