Long Nightlife Poems
Long Nightlife Poems. Below are the most popular long Nightlife by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Nightlife poems by poem length and keyword.
Memorable vacations weren't in my future
Elk season came around and guess where my husband spent vacation
My desire to acquire a vacation with him to a romantic paradise wasn’t meant to be
Over and over I would plead asking him, please
Ruining his was not permitted
Adding the expanse to his hunt and be with his friends was more important
Because hunting season only came around once a year
Leaving him to his vacation, I began to take my own at the
Eagle Casino Indian Reservation
Valuing my time away from home
Accepting not having my husband around I started
Catching the first bus out of town with
All my girlfriends that wanted to be
Thrilled to death, to dine on divine food and tear the house down with our laughter
Indian reservation here we go while our husbands are enjoying themselves
One Arm Bandit and Texas Hold'em we pray to hit the jackpot, then on to the
Nightlife and entertainment
4/25/2015
Contest Name: Memorable Vacation
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
I awaken; the darkened skies my alarm clock
I reek of whiskey, scotch and pastis
Tumbling out of bed, I reach for a cigarette
The dusk harkens as I rise to ply my trade
I am embodied inside a one room flat
The nightlife and the ladies both coming to life
Out the window I see the windmill so famous in red
Ladies with offers, men with drinks, the recipe for lust
I am the mime of the Moulin Rouge
I ready myself with my white painted face
Tonight another performance or so it seems
I shall juggle my knifes, with my many sad faces
Up up up in the air, one, two, three
Knifes in a whirlwind of iconic display
Around and around like the Moulin Rouge
I perform, toss and catch to applause
My sad face bows in graceful acknowledgement
As they toss their lose coins my way
If they see fit to fill my container of misery
I make for them my spectacular encore
I take a knife, a long black sharp blade
Tossed 12 feet in the air, dancing its way back down
As it slices the stem of a red rose in my hand
I now hand a pretty girl a cut rose
The ladies of the evening smile
They see I too traded romance for coin
How sad it is, this Moulin Rouge of dreams
Eleven more roses, and I shall earn my keep
Or so the ladies in red believe
I, on the other hand, will be changing the last act
I am tired of rent and being rented and rented cloth
I shall perform the ultimate act finale ce soir
Selecting the sharpest set of long fine knifes
Lighting them with orange flame, the juggling act begins
My audience enthralled, once again
Wondering maybe does he ever miss?
I never miss, I never shall, this is a certainty
The knifes a glow in fire, lighting the nighttime sky,
Tossed high, I lie down fast, tossed a rose in the air
A Knife as usual cut the rose stem
One, two, three, the knifes enter my heart
The blood will warm the falling rose
As it gently falls upon my silent chest
I die with a smile, yes my final act a success
The rose so tender upon my breast
Breathless all, Gay Paris has died once more
I never miss
Yet, I miss you
Setting Sun
A poem lovely as a setting sun
That uplifts our heart when the day is done.
Boldly brilliant shades of orange and red
Stunning is the sky glimmering outspread.
Slipping slowly beneath the horizon
A charming painting to cast one's eyes on.
Sky slowly changes it's colourful hue
Deepening into shades of midnight blue.
Sunsets are romantic, they tug one's heart
Giving nightlife an ethereal start.
During course of night many a heart's won
God's poetry written in setting sun.
1st March 2022
* * *
A poem lovely as a - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
I don’t usually talk about a club, in the club
but last night I was chattering breathlessly, at midnight,
about how right the club had gotten its atmosphere.
I’m never quite sure, design-wise, what’s ‘now’ and what’s retro nuance.
My bf Peter said the design was “Warholism,” whatever THAT is.
I gave him a puzzled look and he said. “The Factory?” Like that meant something.
Why is he so much smarter than me? It’s unjust.
Lets wax poetically..
The drinks were priced like artifacts
but we ordered them like essentials.
A club is a machine calibrated for pleasure.
Similar to real life, but with much better lighting
plus their decors are tuned to optimistic escapism.
Last night’s club, was all chrome and blue light
making us feel like we were on a spaceflight
Clubs hit escape velocity around midnight
when everyone’s having their own garish moment
- crowds roll in on the vibe, and things warm up.
When moving on the floor started to feel like work
we escaped the ordinary for the cooler mezzanine
We arrived as our drinks were being freshened up
I tip well and they’re happy to manage my money
It was a good thing. Our generation doesn’t know
how to wait without looking like we’re waiting.
BTW: Don’t you LOVE anti-spiking drink covers?! #justbrilliant
ok, now it’s Saturday morning
My head is pounding, as if someone were striking it,
every thirty seconds or so, with a timpani malot.
“That was the LAST time..” I moan, but I was being ironic.
I know it’s not true, Peter knows it’s not true, I know, he knows,
I know it’s not true - but he gets my meaning - that’s irony.
Peter never seems to have a hangover and at times it pisses me off.
“How do you feel,” I ask him in my smallest voice - lest I awake the timpanist.
“Fine,” he says, with an enjoyable sense of righteousness.
He sips his coffee as if he has not a care.
“You’re only fine because your head is empty,” I lash out in a whisper.
.
.
A song for this:
Can't Tame Her by Zara Larsson
Tears by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
.
[E] = Explicit lyrics
“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”
A Rambling Poet
One path finds the door
Traveled only from the heart
Through the eyes to life
Hovering about
Dragonflies of all colors
Dancing with sunshine
A mystery world
Sparkling glass dimpled with life
Guarded by cattails
Nervous chatters above behold
A strange sense of company
I watch a miracle unfold
From behind a red oak tree
I hold my breath, don’t make a sound
Slowly peeking bit by bit
Tugging, jumping and playing around
Four unaware fox kits
The wind became my enemy
My scent from it they stole
No hesitation, instantly
They scampered down their hole
Astonished, I ponder what a rare sight I had just witnessed.
The tranquility of being surrounded by huge trees envelops me as I walk around the pond’s edge.
Led by a bullfrog’s ballad, I hone in on its stage location.
Startled, the frog leaps into its safe haven and disappears into thick vegetation.
The setting sun glimmers in the wake of the bullfrog, as does my reflection.
I watch until the water’s surface is smooth again.
A rustling in the brush directs my attention to a doe and her fawn wandering in search of a tender morsel.
The long shadows of dusk begin a tale of nocturnal beauty, a revelry to the nightlife to dance with a miracle world.
Content, I find myself back at the threshold of my heart.
Leaving the world that will some day surround me, a horn blaring taxi barely misses me.
Haiku, Rhyme, Narrative
Randy Steele
Three Gems contest
August 7, 2011
We danced violet nights into day,
And walked the sunny bay.
We dined champagne and caviar,
And drove far in your beautiful car!
Everyone noticed when we hit the scene,
Like actors on a movie screen.
Each hot party sent invitations.
Had friends in many nations.
I owned lots of lovely dresses;
Had the acquaintance of princesses!
Each day we made the society page.
Our lives were quite the rage.
A blur of operas, theaters, concerts;
We were socially witty, always pert.
Committed no little social crimes.
Trend setters, we graced The Times.
Day and evening, we painted the town!
Wearily, rosy sunsets went down.
No one will ever forget our names.
Such was our fame!
Watching the clouds at dusk
and the deer in flight. . .
I wait for these beauties to cross.
The hue of the sky
morphs from ebony ~ scores navy blue;
headrests of angels tucked away.
Camry headlights illuminate
the warm-green of oak and moss;
unsettled as the shadows shift.
The floodlights hover
over the blue mountain poly-tarp
with potential nightlife.
Exciting the thrill
of heightened landscape — friends
of the sun, strangers at midnight.
Diversely the ho hum
of security, under the lamplight. . .
in front of the smart t.v.
nevertheless
August trance of romance
the images framed —
God of fame, gifted them.
8/7/2019
Author's note: After recently reading Elizabeth McCann's piece "Life and Everything", I was reminded of this piece that I put together some years ago. These are some "catchphrases" that I have encountered on my journey to "another place". Maybe some of you dear readers can/will come up with more to add to the list.
High life, low life, the good life,
The life of the party, life after death,
Married life, the single life,
One life to live, a lifetime, lifeline,
Lifeless, full of life, lifelike,
Nightlife, alien lifeform, Herbalife,
Miller High Life, life skills, life's work,
Life span, "For Once In My Life",
Life on the edge, life insurance,
The gift of life, the spice of life,
Signs of life, "This Is Your Life",
The story of my life, "It's a Wonderful Life",
Life goes on, lifeboat, Lifesaver,
Living life to the fullest, love life,
"It's a Hard Knock Life", life's rich tapestry,
Human life, life on earth, the staff of life,
Life sentence, the rest of my life,
Breath of life, the book of life,
Wildlife, academic life, life of Riley,
Spiritual life, clinging to life, city life,
"The Life of Brian", a former life,
Still life, "Imitation of Life", life jacket,
Life raft, life partner, life expectancy,
Lifestyle, way of life, "Give Me the Simple Life",
Life of crime, monastic life, slice of life,
If I had my life to live over, MetLife,
A matter of life or death, the facts of life,
Spark of life, "I regret that I have but one life…",
"It's not the men in my life, it's the life in my men…"(Mae West),
A hell of a thing to happen to a person,
That's life!
Addendum:
1. Always look on the bright side of life (David Kavanagh)
I need a wife
Yes, but I can not be a good man. I am a nightlife
And… Talk about it later. God, send me someone
Who can fix my life? I am waiting for the tale of life
In yours, let it mine, flowers are yours. Nice, colors.
Want you a love, a heart. Just give me my heart; you
Yes, feeling, live on the mountain of the heart. It’s kind
Snow, sun, cold hot time, let you be a moment. My time
Hmm, please, get a cup of water, and take me, be ocean
Be a life, but all, in the life, and call to my life; I love you
Call, take, and pull my life, into yours. Just understand
Me. Let in my life yours. Just give me air. And a space
Everywhere. A kind and life if live. No. A life of the life.
Loved
You
You
Me
was
Everything
of you
to you
The darkened sky starts to come alive
As first light appears
Casting shadows on the ground
Like a pair of Garden Shears
Nature awakens with a large smile
Say goodbye to the man in the Moon
Everything is coming alive
The light that shines now in full bloom
Flowers awaken with the Dawn
Their Petals open to the Sun
To let the morning heat in
And the Bess are beginning to hum
Birds now sing their daily songs
And a Fox is on his way home
Having roamed for most of the night
He’s weary and heading home alone
The big bright Sun shines up above
Makes the early morning fly
Soon will be daylight all around
On high will be a big blue Sky
As the day moves on and on
Fast approaching Sunset no doubt
Early evening soon appears
The Sun has lost some of its clout
The Red Ball seems to descend down from the Sky
The Horizon is set alight
With the sheen of the now dropping Sun disappearing
As we fast approach the night
Streetlamps light or way home
As the Moon comes out from his rest
And Shadows dimly disappear
With Birds heading home to their nest
Nature’s nightlife are all on the move
Seen clearly out in the Moonlight
All creatures of habit are they
And will be out on the prowl until daylight
As Day now turns into a dark night
And it’s time to rest our heads
Our only thought in our minds at this time
Is going off to our beds.