Best This Night Poems
I’m driftwood, and I’m floating out to sea
as sun descends upon my home - the grove
of trees whose fragrance still remains with me.
And likewise, heaven’s work of art, a mauve
surrounding me, now permeates my soul.
Warm water, in the twilight growing cold,
is rocking me. Beneath dark blue, a shoal
moves swiftly; overhead there will unfold
the myriad of stars in semblance of
a giant carousel in dimming sky.
Those stars that glitter for the grove I love
will glitter too for me, where here I lie
alone, enraptured. . . and I think I might
drift evermore, enveloped by this night.
My cherished one ,
Think not of this night with an absent moon
But think of those nights that we used to know
Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light
where we lay side by side .
Think of sea-scents that wafted before
Think of old waves that lulled us to sleep
as they lapped on the shore.
My cherished one ,
Think not òf this night with an absent moon
But think of those nights that we used to know
Think of those nights 'neath the sky's window light
where we lay side by side .
Your tanned face was not a blank page
It was filled with sweet words that I spilled
and soft kisses I've trailed.
My cherished one ,
Think not of this night with an absent moon
But think of those nights that we used to know
Oh those nights 'neath the sky's window light
where we lay side by side .
On those nights, how you gazed with deep amorous eyes .
As Spring was half-dressed , your restless fingers caressed
Out of love , it was built , our warm cosy nest .
But flowers just didn't bloom , and birds couldn't survive ,
Nor did our dream , or our child ,
Neither did you in the line of my life .
My cherished one ,
Think not of this night with an absent moon
but think of those nights that we used to know
Think of those nights under the sky's window light
where we lay side by side ,Oh yeah , once we lay side by side .
Into this night for my love I went,
for all its splendor and lush wines,
and majestic tapestries that unfold;
velvet sheens, sheets soft with each other...
the world is lost to her heart held near,
and the breath of her curious kisses...
It is this moon silver-rayed I pledge ---
without her I cannot walk this world naked,
raped of who I am ---
but a thing to serve her,
lest I roam this desolate landscape as a prodding ghost;
a great fever of torrid emptiness...
what is this which grips me?
an ancient enemy ---
but my friend it bestows a fearful kiss;
between the twain I cannot choose...
Do I trust to give this heart of mine,
into an untrustful night?
To lay all that I am at her feet? ---
what a fragile flower my heart does sing ---
wondrous things,
though wild I do not know ---
that which I love,
fruitless ---
I am less a thing than love,
but does my heart tell me so?
She ---
the greatest good,
for it is without mine own love,
she does give;
that which none shall fulfill,
I tear into this night,
and its dark ---
fearful of being unafraid,
will it stay my doubt ---
my heart for her to hold?
Into this night for my love I went,
what comes, I do not know,
what prevails in thine song of love for me ---
for you my love I go,
even unto the shadow of things
(I need you so)
what comes I do not know,
Into this night for my love I went...
This Night Under Pale And Pallid New Moon
In sad moonlight I mourn for thy soft hand
for your loss, is more than I can withstand
you were my all, orchard's sweet fruited bough
alone in hollow realm, this heart weeps now.
This night under pale and pallid new moon
waiting in your favorite month of June
each gust of your gentle breeze a godsend
upon this eager face, hope never ends.
Come swiftly my love, eternity calls
from its golden depths, its most loving halls
I hear your sweet voice and beg your dear touch
no other treasure bequeaths me so much
as does this fleeting hour you and I meet
with prayer, I again fall at your feet.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-23-2019
Sonnet, ( Epic Depths That Death My Bring A Lost Soul To )
This night so soft, like warm cashmere,
I touch your face; you are so near!
You kiss me sweetly; in my ear
you whisper words that are sincere.
I pray the moon won't disappear.
Please - Make this last forever, Dear!
By Andrea Dietrich
April 10, 2012
For Russell Sivey's
1-6 Lines of Romance & Love Poetry Contest
Beneath that frame you wear so well,
are you a sinner or a saint
with that simmering of lust I smell
although you show restraint?
You want me; soon you’ll show how much!
The hunger is in your eyes.
I feel it in your tender touch
I hear it in your sighs.
You can’t survive my full assault.
You’re losing your facade.
It’s coming down; it’s not my fault!
You’ll see you’ve been a fraud.
For underneath your skin, you burn.
Soon you will be mine.
Before this night is through, you’ll learn,
Burning is divine!
Oct. 27, 2017 for Brenda Chiri's Poem Within A Poem Rhyme 2
Contest
Now used for Laura Loo's 'Love Poem-Rhyme Only' Contest
Sleepless this night,
only dream of sleep
ticking of the clock
driving me mad
moonlight touching
your sleeping face--
gift of this long night.
Lanterns on a black canvas.
Fireflies dance, prance like ponies on a carousel.
Ricocheting cricket-squeaks,
Bounce among the frog-croaked airwaves;
Bouncing from one wet tip to another.
Spectral trees in the distance
Dance their ancestral dance to this music;
The heartbeat of the waves, keeping time;
natures’ metronome.
One hones the spirit to perfection here;
In the bosom of Mother Natures’ womb.
Touching life’s essence.
Feeding the soul on the nourishment of Gods’ artwork.
We never really leave the womb, you see.
We only re-position ourselves and dream yet, another dream.
No, we never really leave the womb.
This night is a dancer
In a dark, velvet dress
This night is a singer
With a deep, rich voice
We are sitting, we are silent
And suddenly, we remember
Something and start talking
The window is opened
We are watching a small cloud
Floating beside the Moon
We are watching the stars
And their light is reflected
In our eyes, the light made of
Many, many millions of years
Powerful and cold is the ocean
This night I sail, take me gently
For I like the sea now so old
And weary from the storm in me
Unlike you, so restless and free
Take my soul gently out to sea
Onto your crest into sparkles of light
On your waves’ adrift out to sea
To be washed upon a beach of sand
Cleaned of stone; bleached white
To be made into castles to never stand
Washed away into the night
As I wish to be taken away in this night
The sands of time have all poured out
Only the sea left for me to dream about
I wish to be like you restless and free
And live forever into the deep old sea
To become the sand so to remember me
Once a castle now part of the deep old sea
Travel…
down hill I go
like wingless bird through sky
with nostrils drawing air afresh
this night.
CONTEST:’An American Beauty’ sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
The silence seems almost against the norm,
for nature is unnaturally still.
The proverbial “calm before the storm”
permeates the air, but some lightening will
appear, and leaves will quiver on the trees.
Stay not outside! The wind is getting strong.
This is not your usual summer breeze.
Get ready, for the onslaught will be long.
The god of sky’s impressionistic art
swipes brush strokes on a canvas painted black,
displaying genius with his mighty heart
as if he were a warrior on attack.
His lightening is the masterpiece we see
on this night filled with electricity.
Oct. 23, 2018
for "Describe a thunder storm without the sense of sound" Contest
Snow swirling in winter air
birds take to crabapple tree in limbs
shaking the fruit everywhere
Red now spread upon blanket of white
still none view the snowcat in sight
carefully she creeps through that blanket of white
Yet her purr becomes disturbing this night
Just in time -- the birds take flight
Whilst bidding the snowcat a hearty -- Good-Bye
The woe's and the why's,
Lay heavy on my eye's,
Making me feel alone,
As I lay awake this night.
Had done and would be's,
Cause me to squirm,
To toss and to turn,
As I lay awake this night.
Dreams and fantasies,
Plague me relentlessly,
I wish they'd let me be,
As I lay awake this night.
I switch the light on,
I switch the light off,
All the while feeling lost,
As I lay awake this night.
I flick through a book,
Before picking up my pen,
So to my own words I tend,
As I lay awake this night.
I write of my joy's and my woes,
Of my wants and my deeds,
All as consciousness flee's,
As I'd lain awake this night.
I open my eye's,
To a new morning,
That outside is dawning,
As I lay awake, sunlight.
A night of miracles, of splendor, of grace,
A night of wonder for all to trace.
A night of promise of hope, of glory,
A night of holiness, redemptions story.
A night to believe, to accept, to embrace.
A night to grasp the depth of His grace.
A night to reach for something brand new,
A night to hold to all He can do.
A night for sharing, for giving, for gracing.
A night for slowing a life that is racing.
A night for reflecting on purpose and choice,
A night for rehearing His still small voice.
A night of miracles, of splendor, of grace
A night to believe, to accept, to embrace
A night for sharing, for giving, for gracing.
This night is eternal is rich, is amazing.
This night is eternal, is rich, is amazing
This night is smiling for what is arising.
This night is conquering the slaves are free!
This night is Christmas, when God came for me.