Best Nightlong Poems
I have walked about as far
as I can go before a weariness
threatens to withdraw the pleasure
of the evening light and the easy
mood of the park. The fountain
that had spurted and splashed
all day has withdrawn back
into its nightlong still
and caught a rising moon
in its mirrored skirt.
I sit and close my eyes
and feel the world withdrawing
into somewhere else
as I let go each sound
into a growing quiet.
It's becoming harder to hold
myself here rather than
to float off where
the sounds go and all things
not anchored to a self
find a place in the night.
It would be good to go there
and see each atom
of who I am settle
a stillness stretched across
time and space and there,
become part of what
mirrors light
even if it's for no more
than the length
of an earthly night.
Categories:
nightlong, light, moon, night, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Where is mystery
On how Moses makes his tea?
We know, Hebrews it.
It won’t surprise me
If a cartoonist’s found dead
And clues are sketchy.
I catch it the least
That gossamer lovely beast,
Love still if I mist.
My blood report O
When showed it was type-A blood,
Oh, it was Typo.
I stayed up all night
To trace on Sun’s nightlong flight,
Then it dawned with light.
Like king’s royal crown,
The book: Gravity-less Ground
Was hard to put down.
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Haiku |01.03.2024| humour
Categories:
nightlong, humor,
Form:
Haiku
Of ocean waves
their moon-powered course set rolling.
A wide river's flow
shouldering earth's water
and fertile soils toward broad deltas.
Nightlong thunderstorms
saturating all kindred life to the roots.
The wild, unbridled wind,
that frames and shapes the land.
Witnessing all these abiding powers
of earth and sky that grant life and know
its conclusion; only one phenomenon
reflects our deepest sorrow, loss, and grief;
stills and holds quiet those deep in mourning,
looses the fires of kindled love,
victory's elation---all human joy,
yet grants unrestrained catharsis and epiphany.
This most compelling paradox of power is found
in the shedding of even one human tear.
Of Tears
5-15-14 b.b.
Free Verse
Categories:
nightlong, feelings, symbolism, truth,
Form:
Free verse
My heart quite deep within me quakes
when darkness steals the sky.
The night rolls out its raven cape
and stars from shadow, fly.
Gray threadlike clouds adorn the deep
and look down as to spy.
The silence of each long, dark hour
is nightfall's strong ally.
Below, on earth, from our purview
we sleep, we work, and play.
Too often as our life unwinds
we miss night's grand display.
We move among the twilight spheres
with blinders, left and right,
yet high among the moon and stars
we find a guiding light.
The reverence we sense and feel
amid each nightlong fray
enriches and sustains us as
we wait for break of day.
Deep night is not some cryptic foe,
though silent, is a friend.
We live in shadowed, umbral realms
until the dawn ascends
Darkness Steals
1-20-15
common verse
Categories:
nightlong, earth, moon, night,
Form:
Quatrain
I have died
And been reborn
As an old man
Please give me your hand -
Hold tight and don’t fight
I wish to dance all night
I wish to dance
All nightlong
Stay with me to the end
But move slowly
Not to shake these old bones -
Too sore for too much more
I have died and been reborn
As an old man
Let me stand-alone- by myself
For a while
Do not hold me up
I wish to dance alone once more
To the end of the score
Categories:
nightlong, age, death, joy, life,
Form:
Blank verse
Limericks croises : Once a Boxer met Poodle on leash
Once Monsieur walked Poodle in broad street
Madame laid up after nightlong feat
Poodle tripped in full glee
In Paris rue carefree
Monsieur took note of neighbours who cheat
Saw Mademoiselle walk Boxer on leash
Boxer lick-jumped Poodle with relish
Monsieur’s leash entangled
Mademoiselle’s hose bungled
Rush hour traffic stopped to let dogs enmesh/unleash.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
nightlong, paris,
Form:
Limerick
Slow- fire gleams upon a nearby field
as I gather herbs from twig-like strips
adding creamy broth to stir the brew
under a moonlight of summer’s heat …
The mellow breeze warms my thoughts
where hands pour lemon mint, in a campfire
kindling essence of words for poetry soup:
then to grasp fireflies brightly adorned
until cheeks flush with tales spun nightlong.
The purée explodes to drink the light
of my muse, her delicacy soaked in potion
with a dash of tangy sage to flame verse
or rhyme Oh the meal is simple
but rich, delicious, releasing a flavour
uncommon even to me… a concoction
different each time , when a woman’s mix
of language heals, excites, and chars each
sip of soup mixed from the heart’s campfire.
Contest: Cindy Rockwell’s My Poetry Soup Recipe
1.30.2017
Categories:
nightlong, food, poetry,
Form:
Light Verse
Yellow sand bequeathed
by shadow of river,
washing its morning face with
moments of Advent water.
Grizzly air sucking up
freedom of river’s face.
Lying dead
an age-old peepul tree
fulfilled its lifelong wish
to die on the river’s lap.
Quick silvery fish exhibits random
painting of sunrays on its sheeny existence.
Nightlong
river composed serenade,
when shall thou village children
jump on her lap.
Silence witnessed only,
every moment of nightlong love
moonlight played
with vastness of riverbed.
Dancing with ecstatic wave
in a Sapphic’s morning,
alone shadow of a palm tree
shows the face of GOD.
A poem by goutam hazra
Categories:
nightlong, allah, angel, art, beautiful,
Form:
Rondeau
The Bells of Christmas ring
Ding dong, ding dong
Little children sing
O' Silent Night!* --all night long
Chiming n' glad tidings bring
Singsong, singsong
Oh, hear the sweet, ye' bells of noel
Ding-ding-dong-bong!
The church bells n' the steeple propel
Ringing praises to a sky song
Upon sound of notha' bell
Angels n' sky flying nightlong
Tinkle, jingle, ring
Bling, swing n' ding,
Ye' bells of Christmas ding
Chiming all o'er the earth
Happy sounding
Makes music of earth' wind mirth
Bells at Christmas bringing
Ding dong, ding dong
Christmas bells r' ringing!
All day and all night long
Joy is ev'rywhere!
In the frosty air
Categories:
nightlong, christmas,
Form:
Free verse
That wayside beatific nook,
With a crimson seraphic look;
Silhouetted against a dying sun,
Like dying embers of a satiny run;
Every twig lunging an officious bow,
For a kiss of the pasture lain below;
Hark, the trill of the melodious lark!
Clung to the bevel of the bare bark;
A raised horizon owing to an incumbent brow,
Dwelled by the shades in a nascent grow;
That divulge the affair of that distant west,
Of the sun avid for a nightlong rest;
And sink to the deepest of the longing horizon,
Unmet, tho’ for an evanescent crest!
Categories:
nightlong, beauty, creation, sun, sunset,
Form:
Lyric
Stars twinkling steadily
The night must have passed peacefully,
Keen, hoping to meet her ally…
Bright silver of the waxing moon
In nightlong warm darkness of June,
Must have hurried up to reach soon…
So smoothly as swims an otter,
A swan as sails upon water,
A much-caring Indian daughter…
So approached night to embrace dawn—
The glamorous sister so known,
Leaving her starry friends alone…
And sleepless night now somewhat tired,
When sighted her, brightly attired,
Bright moon a bit of blur acquired…
Early dawn as always looked fresh
In her red-crimson silken sash,
Lady morn keen to mix and mesh,
Honey-drop-like-thick melting night
Waking as if from nightlong blight
Merged when with all-emerging light…
And I slowly wake when from sleep,
A crop of nightlong rest to reap,
Busy hours from my blanket peep.
The dawn slowly turns into day,
Me on my morning routine way,
My life turns one more page today.
And my mind’s on a musing flight,
Wonder, if life’s mere one turn, quite
Of kaleidoscope’s day and night!
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Musings |10.11.2021| Terza Rima
Categories:
nightlong, life,
Form:
Terza Rima
Every time I see
You my heart skips a beat.
Every time I think of you I get
Butterflies.
Every time I look into your
Eyes I fall in love with
You.
When I see you
I feel like I am on a cloud
Floating through the air.
When I see you I think of all
The good times we had
Together.
When our eyes meet I
Know that you still love me.
When we hold hands
I know that I am
Still in love
With you.
When I
Look at you
I see the one I
Fall in love with
The first time I laid
Eyes on you.
When
I sleep at
Night you are the one
I dream about all
Nightlong.
I
Know you
Are the one
For me.
You
Are my friend
And the only one I need.
Categories:
nightlong, happiness, life, love, time,
Form:
The last whispery remains
of a dream fray into forgetfulness.
I get up and go downstairs
to quietly sit in a chair
beside the window and stare
into the outside dark. A few stars
hang suspended
in the silhouette of a tree.
Six o'clock.
The morning seems
to have been waiting for me
to bring breath to its silence
and movement to its still.
It is like a child eager to show off
its tricks - birds bursting out
of bushy hiding places,
a backyard revealed from beneath
a cloak of nightlong dark
and me from my own.
Categories:
nightlong, dark, joy, morning,
Form:
Free verse
The night has drawn
My eyes are like the wilted roses
They have lost their beauty
And crispy appeal
But my mission
I feel
Is strong
So all nightlong
Where my light shall carry
My pen will quiver
And try to deliver
A line or two
For you
In hopes you shall find
My words envelope your mind
With the glory the rose once held
And I shall not rest, till my eyes are swelled
Categories:
nightlong, on writing and words,
Form:
Bio
Have you seen the morning moon?
She is not the cold hung rock
that swings upon the noose of night
that one is a dead face
submerged in a sea of darkness.
No, that is not her,
she is a lovely woman,
but pale and wane is she.
She has labored nightlong
planting seeds of light
beneath the fertile earth;
the work has made her beautiful,
the work has brought her to
this ethereal transparency.
Look at her form, how it changes.
Once she rode the sailing clouds
clad in an adamantine silver,
she was fierce in her becoming,
her youthful unveiling,
but now the long night dies,
and she also must pass away
to where oceans are teardrops.
No, she is not the dead moon,
she is our ghostly guest,
reflecting the Beloved herself.
Admit her!
She waits at the step of dawn
though pale and wane
she is once more becoming
the bright translucency of every eye.
Categories:
nightlong, poetry,
Form:
Free verse