Hate Good Night Poems | Examples
These Hate Good Night poems are examples of Good Night poems about Hate. These are the best examples of Good Night Hate poems written by international poets.
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
Categories:
good night, appreciation, courage, extended metaphor,
Lost in a sea of pain
Lost to the doors of a Secret Night
Far, far from the shores
of hallow be thy name
searching for the Sacred Heart
across this scorched Plain
full of dark rains
each drop a moment of memory
Lost on the shores of my mind, sanity
My body roams this domain
across a dark divide
I cry, shiver and scream
For the loss of my humanity
Lost on these distance
shores of dark rains
Categories:
good night, allegory, analogy, angel, anger,
Good bye cheering souls,
to this clime i come alone.
from hence i now depart,
goodbye to cravings and pleasure,
goodbye to the race of time,
to their jeers and calumny,
to the contest of vanities and gauderies
goodbye to successes and failures
to love and hate, i ride on wings
to dreams and ambitions.
I cease from the race with mere men.
Goodbye to mundane, the joys of a moment
goodbye to all that men calls gains
goodbye to affections, to lies and illusions
goodbye to all
when you wake up from life's dream
you will say your goodbye too
Categories:
good night, absence, death, earth, good
~
To a friend who is ill,
not feeling too well
I hope that this ailment is short
For many it seems
are missing your smiles,
as I have been sent to report
So if you are looking,
these words you are reading,
please know that my poem is true
I hate that your feeling
so under the weather,
my thoughts I am sending to you
~
Categories:
good night,
Para Todos~ for Everyone
This world works for all who work it.
Sitting and complaining, no, you will
not make it.
The Doers of this planet,oh, so hated!
The freeloaders walk the world unabated.
Victimhood, oh how we praise it!!!
True goodness~ oh how we hate it.
Envy and jealousy overcome us.
So soullost we hunt the good ones.
Searching for the people who blame things
on!
When it is we who all partake in bad
mouthing everyone.
You are blessed if this is not you,
You are indeed an angelic one,you!
God walks with you!
Panagiota Romios
4/29/2019
11:45pm PST
Categories:
good night, how i
‘Tired’
Ever noted the many adaptations of ‘tired’?
How much you miss sleep when fatigue leaves you wired?
Try to find the right words to reflect how you feel
When drained, worn out, weary
Trying to wake’s not ideal
There's your various ‘tired’s’
Such as; 'over' and 'out'
There's a 'dog' and his 'bone'
After yawning pass out
Brain fogged and drowsy
Jet lagged and grouchy
Just a stroll to the shop
You’re soon ready to drop
Sluggish and sleepy, so ready for rest
Over worked, no reserve, put to the test
Hate those points in the day, when you feel so frustrated
Like sad balloon with no air, you’re feeling deflated
When on you’re on your last legs, energy depleted
Spent and sapped and feeling defeated
Turning stale feeling jaded
All strength now has faded,
You're finished, just spent
No strength left to vent
All of these words, barely outline
How exhausted you feel despite ‘looking fine’
‘Tired’ ~ by Victoria Payne
July 2016
https://m.facebook.com/groups/Poemsbyvictoriapayne/
Categories:
good night, health, how
I can write about the Night Sky
An how someone crossed the line,
I can write about Myself
An share the shell I built up,
I can write about Hate
Or even about fishing at the lake....
Tonight None of those are on my mine;
Its about a man who came to work one day,
a man who changed me back to my good ole ways,
the ways of Love an Affection,
An Joy an Happiness;
Everyday I thank God for sending him
I need him Like this man needs me,
I ain't perfect an my Beauty won't last forever
but I sure darn pray he stays around even Longer.
Categories:
boyfriend, good night, how
He creeps, he crawls
He hides under the bed
See his shadow on the walls
But don't you turn your head
Quickly now under the sheet
Hide your eyes from his stare
Hold it now, slow your beat
It's not good to meet his glare
His eyes are red, his skin is green
He's got sharp razor claws
It's best to never be heard or seen
For he will attack your flaws
And he will drag you to spooky land
For he is the big bad boogyman
Categories:
fear, good night, hate,
My Parting Gifts
Pray on, even when God is silent; Love on, even when people and things are not lovely
Understand that there is “A Time” and “A Purpose” for everything , even this
Hate and unforgiveness are destructive twins that love alone can conquer
02062016(PS Contest, “My Parting Gifts”: Viv Wigley);P1
Categories:
forgiveness, good night, goodbye,
Many Monsters, everywhere!
Many Monsters, always there!
Under your bed, filling you with dread,
Then you look under there and find that you are dead.
You look inside his red eyes before your life is over,
You look around his face,
You see fur the color of a clover.
The trick is to turn on the light, to hide the night.
The monster will believe it is day and you peek under your bed to watch him fade away.
You can only do this five times,
Otherwise I cannot help you!
So goodnight forever!
Let me shut off your lights!
Categories:
good night, children, emo, evil, good
I hate those long, long spaces
Between meals and drinks;
Specifically the afternoon,
And after midnight.
I hate mornings too,
Until I can smell the bacon
And coffee. I cheer up
Towards the end of the afternoon,
But my euphoria stops short
Of my final cup of tea.
I sink into another state of gloom
Until my second favourite time of the day.
My favourite is that of my
First drink and cigarette.
I hate those long, long spaces,
Specifically the afternoon and after midnight.
("I Hate Those Long, Long Spaces" was conceived from thoughts confided to a notebook sometime between 1981 and '83 while I was a student at the University of London.)
Categories:
good night, cheer up, depression, drink,
Why do I bleed
Why do I play with the thought
Why am I empty
Why not
Do you really want to know me
Do you think you relate
My thoughts so dark and angry
Myself, so easy to hate
I wish I could have that moment
Just once to shine in the light
Just wanting to see it through
My thoughts, my dreams, good night
Categories:
good night, absence, desire, dream, good