Nigh Poems - Poems about Nigh

Let this mist nigh misty remain, My eyes moist, words scattered remain, Know not, why this moment has marooned? Heartbeats lifeless, why mood seems doomed? Fine, whole world’s willing to walk with, But today let me aloof remain, Let this mist nigh misty remain. Let me on ways...

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through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander, courtesan of chaos my feet bare, ballerina on the dirty floor o the city's kin of decay, ragtag orchestra plays its dirge; an eerie swan song. i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries, know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee, her...

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The rot of humanity's shadow is not in the ink, but in the darkness that fuels the pen, gruesome daggers, dripping honeyed poison....

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with pride - I fall with envy - I fall boasting - I fall know-it-all - I fall I claim - I fall with anger - I fall with hate - I fall only in silence, have I found... I can get back up again and again and again in observance of why I fell FF - Time is Nigh - 5/14/24...

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a fly buzzed by eye dry asked why I cry ...

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I dreamed my way here I’ve had my cringe moments I feel pressure, I lose perspective I’ve wholeheartedly failed I misspeak, underthink, overreact I try to do the right thing the right thing isn’t always clear I’ve tried to hold on I’ve let go with grace I’ve charged ahead I’ve stepped aside I self-sabotage, then try to do better I’ve self-consciously retreated I’ve stood up for others I’ve backed...

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Nigh the forest I go, Where dreams sigh in silence Rustling beneath the stars In praise, gentle laughter Played by timeworn guitars. Nigh the forest I go, Where breathless pines delight, Aroused by dancing leaves, Beyond sparkling creeks, songs Peace flowing as she grieves. Nigh the forest I go, Where music moves my soul, Meeting my heart’s prayers Blessings I don’t expect, Unspoiled wood still declares. Nigh the forest I...

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There was a venturous gent Who travelled the earth’s extent But at the North Pole It took quite a toll Deciphering their accent It started when he heard elves Discussing amongst themselves Saying: ‘le’s make oys For he girls and boys And pu all his suff on shelves’ Then said: ‘beer wear warm bandannas Visiing Monreal and Monana Because we’re old Is exra cold So bring exra blankes for...

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I have now become as tired As my work has grown old Nothing no longer anymore now seems Fresh or in anyway or part new It almost writes it for itself Without even the need of my own help So if I am getting to the point Of being bored beyond belief I can only imagine what other people Must actually think...

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Such is life's goodbye. Clap is thunder's applause. Call is curtain's drawl. Death is being, been....

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With no more than a handful of tired genes, It seems, thou hast not much time to mend ways, O rid thy blinkers in the rest of days, Long have ye played lead roles with meagre means, Ye can’t strut around once the curtain calls, Ye get dumped to life's dustbin, all extinct, Act...

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Passover's end is nigh upon us two more days to celebrate and contemplate the gift of freedom, but to be honest without law and order, I'm no advocate...

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I looked up into the sky Dreamt of a world entirely of mine The twinkling stars engulfed in the pitch black ocean My avidious eyes gleaming to see them To be known In a world unknown ,the time flew abide and the black ocean soon turned white Again I looked up into the sky But this time the world...

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When I said that a day was coming, When I would cry no more tears, Or even verbalize exactly how I was feeling; I was sure it would come to pass, Just like today, and would soon be past. I expected it not to be longer, Nevertheless, I remained patient towards it; Took in all the insults and shame and hate, To have...

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** Nigh Another Birthday ** I’ve passed so many birthdays, That a few dozen of those special days Fall away in a gray haze, With too many forgotten by everyone (then or lately), And were spent like most of my other days, Which I don’t really mind — without presents, singing, Cards, and other kinds...

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