Best Nights Poems

Summer Nights

Setting sun, the light is fleeting 
as this day in June’s retreating;
twinkling stars, the darkness greeting,
welcoming this summer night.

Sparrows in the treetops nesting;
daytime bustles now are resting;
calm of twilight now suggesting 
gentle are these summer nights.

Fireflies flicker in the twilight,
amber jewels of summer’s birthright,
drifting...

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i am here to let your words make love to me
i am here to bury my face deep in your poetry

to let your haiku 
molest my naked body
shake me like a tree

can you read the want in my hips
for your metaphors and similes?
like an African lion in heat i long your...

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A drop of lonely  floats 
into a never ending kiss 
lost folded notes   play 
out in a rewind of time 

Shifting spells the chorus 
foreign answers ring 
-- an empty chair 
rocking through my mind 

Lay down your symphony 
where harmony rests...

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Golden days and diamond nights

Another rising sun...
new days begun...new days begun
We're basking in love's rays...
in golden days...in golden days

Bridge 1
Spending the best days of our lives
in golden days and diamond nights

Chorus
These are the days for growing old
our yesterdays were bought and sold
Silver days are turning...

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one fine day they changed places
fireflies lit daytime shadows
while butterflies splashed the night
a shrewd color scheme

bright hues and exotic moon
flittering and fluttering
pure rapture under the stars
midnight was dreaming

the firefly shadows twinkled
above the enraptured blooms
the fervent day seemed to pause
in search of the moon...

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Moonless Nights over South Sudan

heartless Moon, don’t tell me
that you weren’t looking 
when soulless soldiers dragged me
from my mama’s terrified arms
in our village in Rubkona County

I know you covered your ears
so you wouldn’t hear
my screams piercing the fetid air
as those butchers dropped their pants
repeatedly ripping...

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Relaxing to a rain song serenade
Which breaks the stillness of hot southern nights
Fat bullfrogs harmonize while crickets play
A melting moon drips waxy yellow light

The motion of the porch swing cools your sweat
It's rhythm synchronizes with fireflies
Romantic nights like these remove regrets
Because they seem to somehow...

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A foggy Cuervo morning
I crawl out of my bed
Stagger to the bathroom
With a pounding in my head

It’s just another Sunday
Things can’t get much worse
I think i’ll write a poem
Yes, another drunken verse

Tiny glass of 80 proof
What courage you gave me
To dance upon a table
While crooning...

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The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust

Your...

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Summer Nights in the South


Green fireflies blink in the quiet of night

and our sleeping old dog heaves a sigh.

Dreaming, she sprints through a youthful blue sky

chasing delicate clouds, cotton-white.



A red-sunset tanager* colors the warm air

from a perch in the majestic oak limbs above

professing by lullaby,...

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I love the way you melt into my eyes,
And speak to me in fluency unheard,
That says to me your lust is on the rise,
My body and my mind by you quite stirred.

Impassioned arms, we're craving hot embrace,
And right before our yearning lips do kiss,
Ignited heat...

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I wake to the smell 
of homebrewed coffee
and fresh toasted bread.
Then, her missing scent
suddenly strikes home…
The recurring dream.

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A Tableau Poetry Contest
Hosted by Joseph May
     Placed...

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Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves. 

I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of unfilled cries , calling me
to come to appease their needs.

Alighting...

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  "over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Lord Byron

My love, we'll meet at eight as we agreed,
A storm was near, the lighthouse sent its flash.
Would be our lovely tryst that end of day
To mark the start of our...

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Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams
The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening.

Where light was spotted before the start
This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart.

Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain
Dawn is called true daybreak — 

With another outward far...

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