I ask not shadows whence they come,
Nor where their silent footfalls lead;
The grave is mute, the mouth is dumb,
Yet still it speaks, above the land.
The dead are writ in flesh and stone,
In echoes cast from ice to flame;
Their march is onward, not alone—
We follow, bearing blood and name.
They go where time has lost its teeth,
Beyond the crown, beyond the rod;
Their ashes drift in winds beneath,
Their spirits rise and rest in God.
It matters not what tombs proclaim,
Nor how the mourners bow and weep;
For in our veins survives their claim,
The dead still guard the lives we live.
So let me walk, though night is vast,
Unfearing, steadfast, to the last.
I sat apart from life, too weary to live,
Even the breath I owed, I refused to give.
The curse of the world is rightful on me,
I thinned the trees, not the flowers to be.
In the end, the mind grows tired of love’s flame,
I made a firefly my partner in name.
Whatever the cause, it stands as a crime,
I drowned the swimmer in ocean’s prime.
You bartered away the hope of peace true,
And left the heart idle, absorbed in love’s hue.
Good night my love adieu
Let the moon whisk away your fears
Angels will watch over you
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Mama, why is it that you can't sleep well?
What's keeping you up even though you're tired?
Your husband who watches television half the day,
Your adult child who is packing up and moving away,
Your young, hyperactive child who likes to play, play, play,
The ever present clutter all throughout the house,
You set up a trap but it has not yet caught that mouse...
Mama, give to the Lord all your cares
I wish you sweet dreams and no nightmares
Sleep well, Mama, sleep well soon...
A mattress of clouds
Fresh sheets of powder blue sky
Stardust filled pillows
May I return when nights come
And off the furious outside mind
And lit beams inside of some kinds
They sparkle calmness as seeds sprout
And shine as the moonlit torches the soul
I am sure of these moments of aliveness
As bright as the crystallized world of unseen
ln a sudden mode, hilarious could flow
Else, fade off tiredness irrational foes
Many times, I hate to mention this in poems
As hypocritical as some chinese trouble
No worries,
no snoring,
only sleep;
A night shift,
none have I
just shut eye;
We can play
tomorrow,
rest for now.
My life, my night, is like a twilight. Stars in the sky, what a sight.
Laughter from all around, enjoying such a lovely night.
The sweetness of the candy and caramel apples as I bite.
I'm on a rollercoaster so high with screams in the air.
I enjoy the fun games of excitement as I walk around everywhere.
Smiles on kids' faces as they run around and everywhere.
I will never forget the carnival life as it was when I was young.
NIGHTTIME IN TEXAS, THE LONE STAR STATE
crimson skies ablaze
cactus shadows stretch and yawn
'Lone Star' says ‘goodnight’
Good night, sweet kitty.
It is time for us to sleep.
The moon is out, the day is done,
It's time for us to dream.
What is that crash, oh furry one?
You say you see a bug?
I've looked and looked, nothing is there,
Are you sure it wasn't a dream?
I'm startled awake by an apparition,
a screech, a snarl, a scream
A furry streak of puffed-up fur,
a wailing and a keen.
It seems I forget to leave out treats,
Oh, how bad of me.
As the moon watches the exchange,
the cat reprimands me.
Here's your treat, my goblin child,
Oh, please forgive your servant, me.
.
if'n yuh wanna see
mine bright
mine chameleon
mine vivid
if'n yuh wanna
remove thine
raiment
beware though mine
arcane'z lucid
suffuze
*did y'all read this write/right
')
Don't forget to say goodnight
'Cause when you do my world seems right
For though the bed bugs may not bite
Without it I just won't sleep tight
A nice long trip to dreamland waits
And your goodnight unlocks the gates
Of all the dreams it generates
Big snowstorms are my favorites
Ballad for Ruby and the Dice"
Angie, she whispered through cigarette haze,
The ghost of a name from my wilder days.
Under my thumb, I thought hearts would stay,
But wild winds never learn how to obey.
Paint it black, I told the sky that night,
When Ruby Tuesday danced out of sight.
She wore her sorrow like lipstick red,
And left my dreams tangled in the bed.
You can't always get what you want, they said,
So I drank to the dice and rolled love instead.
Tumblin’ dice down an old jukebox floor,
Each roll a prayer, or a closing door.
Wild horses couldn’t drag me back
To the innocence lost on that lonesome track.
Where honky tonk women sway and spin,
And hearts are traded like whiskey and sin.
Now I hum their names in the barroom light,
Angie, Ruby, and every midnight.
Chasing echoes in the songs they sung—
Still under my thumb, but forever young.
Let me know if you'd like it turned into a song or set to a blues rhythm!
“Good Night and Good Luck,”
Brought to us from the stage,
Allowed viewers from home
To with theater engage.
Based on Edward R. Murrow
Who, for CBS News,
Got to challenge McCarthy,
It got rave reviews.
Though George Clooney was brilliant,
As was the whole cast,
What most got me was watching
A glimpse of the past…
When the bad guy was finally
Brought to his knees
After hurting so many
To varied degrees.
It’s a relevant topic
In light of the way
That democracy is
Being threatened today.
The unfortunate truth is,
At least what I see,
That to topple this bad guy,
There’s no guarantee.
“The times are a’changin”
Can’t really apply –
That train’s left the station,
No matter the why.
So I am afraid
We can never go back,
For the truth will be constantly
Under attack.
Specific Types of Good Night Poems
Definition | What is Good Night in Poetry?