Best Nocturn Poems

When the eyes could no longer hold what’s brimming
and the fingers do nothing
but spread it on to what’s wrinkling.

When the voice is a strange thing
for...

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Inspired by Waterside Nocturn by Fred Uhlman. An oil painting on canvas

Cruel winds freeze boats in tilting pose
Now the storm has passed
Calm moonlit inspection starts
Men...

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The male ward is never quiet at night,
machines hooked-up to invisible bodies
buzz and beep.
Someone’s moaning in his sleep.
I listen to the late-shift nurses gossiping
at their...

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,Center>The streets are ridge-backed and growling.
City lights glare like outflanked samurai.
Your thin hand dices words
into sideswipes.
Whiskey blooms in your orchid mouth.
I am led to where...

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In the country we see more
when it is the darkest.
Horses shine in the moonlight.
Stars bore holes through infinity.

When a full moon
leaps over the trees
the land...

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I let go the day
Embraced the night
Birdsong faded away
 
Shadows fell
Never across my heart
Clouds passed
The moon rising
A distant church bell
 
Stars glittered bright
Celestial heavens turned,
above...

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Just before dawn,
gloom thickly laid around your head.
A time when heroes are at their weakest,
when troops turn restlessly in their fox holes,
where lions hunt inside...

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Drifting in silence, no haven in sight,
Alone in the crowd, under the pale moonlight.
Whispers of home, now ghosts in the wind,
A solitary journey, with no...

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It occurs on the edge of light
a dim tinged dark is rolled back
followed by dream-walking eyes.

A time when heroes 
are at their weakest,
when troops turn...

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Fishnets,
lamplight legs,
broken raincoat.
It happens.
Baby sings my blues....

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Variations in c note
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A lone wolf yowls lachrymose,
At a lowly weeping full moon,
A hyperborean chill blows,
To quake the trees snow-clad festoon.

Reverent icy waters stand still,
Solid as old placid...

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quietly
        tenderness
              descends:
peacefulness
arrives
  ...

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We took the Marseilles road,
a cambered sun streaked the bay.

Lemon tea while others
search for cheap wine.

We are alone
exploring magnetic boundaries,
hands stalking a checkered tablecloth,
predict ourselves...

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