Children Night Poems | Examples
These Children Night poems are examples of Night poems about Children. These are the best examples of Night Children poems written by international poets.
They say the city’s full of tales
that prey on children come the night
I know not of urban fear
the forest is my home, my dear
A place where owls do hoot the night away
where cries ring out ‘til break of day
That curl the hair upon your arm ~
That teach you to pray you come to no harm
On
the
threshold
of twilight,
firefly lamps ignite,
Bewitched children covet the charming, floating gold orbs
abandoning play to chase tiny elfin creatures, capturing joy in glass jar globes.
Blooming phosphorescent glow spills magical light, charming effulgence for hanging wisteria pergola. Perfumed purple clusters scent
sunset duskiness. Fragrance, lamps, and a cozy sanctum form playtime perfection till little eyes grow sleep heavy, fairyland abandoned for soft eiderdown quilts. Firefly lanterns grow still and dull, their flawless light extinguished.
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With night fall, the tiny scraps of humanity
congregated in the alley with stories of day’s adventures
their laughter creating waves in the silent dark.
Barefoot they wandered through scorching tarmac roads
with soiled clothes and hunger in their bellies.
As the cold winds swept past their bare faces
they slid into sleep’s embrace curling in some dark corner.
Somehow this view left me wonder if they will wake up
with the kiss of dawn to see another day’s fruitless platter
or will they bloom like wild weeds from the stony cracks!
Dear dark and silent night sky,
once again, it is I.
You span from Aquarius to Cancer.
I ask questions you don't answer.
Why don't you care if you disappoint,
while in space and time, I vanish to a point?
When I know that you don't care,
why do I persist to stand and stare?
When children wish upon a star,
how cold and indifferent you are!
When I look at you, what do I see -
is it infinity or eternity?
What draws young lovers to the moon?
Why did she have to leave so soon?
When my mom and dad looked up at you,
did they ask these questions, too?
What about their fathers and mothers,
and my ancestors and so many others?
Is there someone in this world like me -
Or one from another world in your infinity?
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The pond froze so suddenly that a duck mid-quack
found its bill glued shut, an absurd ice sculpture.
Mrs. Harlow’s terrier, mid-leap, hung suspended in the air
like a fuzzy comma, punctuating nothing.
The streetlamps blinked, then hardened into amber icicles—
even the wind gave up, curling into itself for warmth.
Old Man Greeley, halfway through shaking his fist at a squirrel,
became a monument to irritation, his mittens stiff with frost.
The children, though, were the first to notice:
they pressed their tongues to the icy slide at the park
stealing the cold for themselves.
frosty air
calm whispers everywhere
silent stars shining like diamond bright
spurring man to dream on the birth of Jesus Christ
making children, in wait of gifts, full of delight,
cartols hummed to tell an awesome plight,
candles lit to ignite
Christmas Night.
the clock strikes dusk
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks
to set the scene on fire
crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night
under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides
galloping through infinity
then drums snare with cymbals
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony
laughter jingle
as the circle twirls
and the colourful world dissolve
to a colourless blur
I stopped amidst the rushing tide
The stars were shining bright
I heard the choir of children sing
Above the somber night
Everything was ready for Christmas Day.
New toys were wrapped for the children to play.
We had all decorated the Christmas Tree.
Gifts in pretty paper were placed carefully.
The stockings were hung.
We had rehearsed carols to be sung.
We were all snug in bed.
The children wishing it was morning instead.
When suddenly Father ran out in the snow.
For what, we could not guess and did not know.
He brought in a plant and hung it over the door.
Soon he was back in bed and had started to snore.
What did he get that was missing?
Big brother said Father must have been dreaming of kissing.
Ah now we all know,
It was mistletoe.
Merry Christmas to all- We are having a good night.
whoa...
what a beautiful marriage
of beauty and wonder!
a twilight to remember
f i l l e d
with breathlessly captivating magic
in the charcoal-dark firmament
dandelions
brighter than an afternoon sun
fly about overhead
in tens of thousands
children of the night
agog
with excitement
thrilled,
t r a n s f i x e d;
many give chase
fireflies in a jar
glow like frangipani
on a bright sunny day;
a feast
for all eyes.
even the pack of wolves
look up...
seduced.
Maroon Full Moon dazzling puzzling to scare,
rare on Halloween night.
Hello ! We are in Halloween party .
Evil devil, crooked wicked witches are seen
Ghost, the host , throwing party on hearty welcome !
Don't get late, please come.
Witches salute watching silhouette
on Moon face in grace : brilliant bright.
Swinging wings, flocks of hawks scream.
Moon beam flows, glows pumpkin.
Hazy birch beside church inside,
Black magic without logic shown at random.
Black widow through window coming rapid !
Stupid lady bug is ready to fight.
Crawling cockroach to approach:
Crazy witch, dizzy demon busy to drink wine.
Children of ghost, brethren of witch dance delight:
Prance polite , no boredom.
The day starts with a happy glow.
Wonderful flowers start to grow.
In the sun children, on the go,
Just running about to and fro.
There is lots more to do today.
The children want more time to play.
Bees still pollinate on their way.
The artist needs the sun to stay.
Mother nature tells night to wait.
Must hesitate, procrastinate.
Night says darkness cannot abate.
Night’s record is not being late.
Solution says moon, to their plight.
Tonight, I will shine extra bright.
Wings of bat spread on curved moon’s mystique screen,
autumn air rents in howl of goblins green,
moon dust blue hue pumpkins spray.
Trick or treat masked children say,
awake in weird night for it’s Halloween.
Cloaked figure with hooded face in mask tight,
Dracula greets the vampire, his friend right,
dances wild as if sprite-gripped,
until their thin robes are ripped,
flung far in dark air of Halloween night.
the sun
low in the sky
yearns for a leap into night
as shadows squeeze their way into bedrooms
like shapeless dragons
for children
cocooned to an early bed
staging thoughts like puppet plays
on a wall terrain
of mossy caverns or whispering vines
that never merge dreams smoothly
when children imagine the huff and puff of shadows
like creatures swimming in circles
overlapping at a patchwork distance
before the painted black of night
quiets the pull of imagination
in the candy cane bend of sleep
Goodnight Beloved May Our Father multiply His joy His peace in you. May you have a full refreshed sleep and rest. Sweet positive dreams love. You and your children covered by a loving merciful God. You'll be blessed Beloved because you are
8/19/23
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr.2023