Best Overnight Poems

(Inspired by my sister, Laura Breidenthal’s poem called “The Dream in His Eyes” and also, inspired by Disturbed’s song “Forsaken”. Special thanks to my sister for such an awesome poem and the writer that wrote “Forsaken”. It’s been a pleasure, writing this LONG poem! Please...

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I am appalled by the acts of atrocity in this world of eccentricity 
How can you handle the rebellious transgressions of all children, women and men?
I want to serve You, master, with all I got…
I don’t want to remain the disaster that left me to...

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1/30/17


Shrike, planes, kites and satellites
In flight

Above pike, mice, parasites
And all other types of life

Atop the highest heights

Down in the deepest depths out of sight


Thinking twice
Just might
Suffice
For doing it right

During a life
Rife
With strife

Rituals and rites
Some of which include a sacrifice

I don't care about the hype
Or what...

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OVERNIGHT

beautiful 
past tense
no language
living our
limited lives
misreading 
words and feelings 
personally
refined

so let’s bed down 
in a drawer 
overnight laughing 
hysterically
at the start
of this new year

exiled in candle-lights
warm teardrop flames



© Kim van Breda—31 December 2015...

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Across
a dew drenched field
beneath the fallen leaves-
delicate campestris become
breakfast....

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the overnight stock person varies with the place of imprisonment---
each retail or grocery store is its own bumbling chaotic center of
amusement
for anyone who understands the nature of 
minimum wage + an extra dollar for screwing up your sleep
patterns
in order to work from 9pm to 5am...

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A plan between two children
Needing parental approval

Outrageously wild ideas for the evening
Vigorous plotting and planning
Enthusiastic silly making
Resounding laughter

No one is allowed to sleep
Idyllic age of about twelve
Giggling long after bedtime
Happy to stay up long after parents retire
Thrilling to see each other at breakfast...

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spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007...

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He locked the large wooden office door,
Walked alone to a home left hours before.
Then when he reached his humble abode,
The familiar  surroundings of which forebode.
Inserted his key, changed the locked mode,
And walked across the creaking floor.

A candle he burned in the darkened room, 
Dimly...

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I am a little bit of a trickster 
It has to be said
A wee bit mischievous
Somewhat bonkers in the head

Friends came to stay the night
So l played a cheeky joke
Showed them to their room
Explained all for when they woke

I mentioned if they needed the loo
In...

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My tears build, ready to spill
My strength tested, wavering inner will
My home has changed overnight
Now, there’s still not birds or squirrels in sight
The flurry of wildlife I see each day, is gone
The government doesn’t care, each one a con
Heartless, evil, selfish they are
As people suffer...

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Rainbow lights at night
Glittering the whole resort
Where people celebrate joy
While diving in depths of pools
Just for a short moment in life
People are as loud as stereo
Enjoying the camaraderie
A pause amidst of hard work
There is no silence tonight
Partying couple of hours
Raise red cups of wine
While the...

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snowfall in the dell


spring blossom dies...

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Our children see others lie with impunity

Simply blow out the light, darkness perverts civility






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1/4/2020

F F I series 55 p m couplet
Brian Strand, sponsor

Poetry form: Poulter's Measure Couplet - Couplets of 12 syllables alternating with 14 syllables, often used for serious statements....

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Annabelle Gads
She is a fantastic fibber
Annabelle Gads
A fun-filled, fighter,a flirt and a felon.
Can she spend the night, Friday, please?...

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