Him Night Poems | Examples
These Him Night poems are examples of Night poems about Him. These are the best examples of Night Him poems written by international poets.
To date the snorthog
has only been seen
late at night in the bedroom
disturbing me and my dreams
first he hogs the bedclothes
then snorts up a storm
while I lie awake
counting sheep
trying to keep warm
but before I become
a grumbly old grouch
there is yet one solution
have him sleep on the couch
Alone,
the dog outrides the flock,
warning away the terrors of night.
He sees
the cheery glow of the shepherds’ fire,
murmured talk and quiet laughter
float past him softly
on the chill autumn breeze.
He longs
to sit with them beside the light,
sharing avidly
(tongue lolling,
slyly smiling)
in their good-natured jokes
but that is not his place:
He is a dog and no man
and his place is outside
in the dark, a sentinel.
He sees
the sleeping flock,
pressed body to body to hold their warmth,
and longs
to lie in their midst as one of them,
dreaming sheeply dreams,
but that is not his place:
He is a dog and no sheep
and must remain awake outside
to guide strays back to the fold.
The flock stirs anxiously and bleats.
His ears prick, he hears it too,
the tugging untamed howl
of wild wolves in the night.
The ancient wolf in him
longs
to melt into the forest,
romping with them
on their feral haunts,
but that is not his place either:
He is a dog and no wolf
and his place is beside the flock.
I call her Ms. H
because names are easier
than saying—
I was too much.
Too soon.
Too wrong.
She isn’t loud.
She doesn’t speak.
She waits—
in the gap
between what I gave
and what you didn’t take.
Ms. H isn’t you
laughing at me.
She’s the one who dusts me off
when I offer my
beating heart—
just for you to
forget it on your way out.
She’s the one who sits with me
after you left,
and we sit quietly as the heart
slowly
stops
beating.
She’s always there,
just outside the light.
Her raven pupils so clear
they reflect my entire life—
and say,
Look. That was you.
I don’t want to look.
But I do.
And I stay.
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Note:
Written on June 5th, 2025
Contest Title: Pick-A-Title, Vol 52 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
A man once asked me,
in the middle of a drifting conversation,
“How long do you sleep in a day—
if you ever sleep at all?”
I looked at him,
searching for a polite reply
but found none that fit the weight of his question.
So I simply said,
“I do sleep—
just like any normal soul.”
But deep inside,
I wondered—
what does normal sleep even feel like
to a restless mind?
That first night it was so sensually and so swiftly
That he made love to me, and it was done oh so beautifully.
That left such an impression on me, I want him eternally.
luctatio they branded the term
to define there interest
it was clear to all involved
Could stand proud and applaud.
Tuxedos and gowns, tonight.
We started out looking
for silver and gold.
We had designed a buckle for
the belt.
We carved it by hand.
It was rather beautiful
I put " Worlds Champion"
across the top.
The eagle was centered below the
Championship claim.
I thought it was rather beautiful
The day of the unveiling, I had asked
Saddlemen to go to the store
and get some nice wine
nothing real fancy or weird.
We needed it to start the celebration.
It's a tradition to start the celebration off with the pour of
the wine.
We poured it into a bassoon.
We don't drink it we trow it out.
I gave him enough for two bottles.
One to start the celebration and the other to end the evening.
It's fun you know I really think people
are gonna have a great time tonight!
Have to keep the door closed
(after that midnight treat)
The coyote or wolf far off
(too close)
Can’t remember the plot
(salsa has tightened its grip)
upon awakening
(not at all sure of that)
the widening of the dark
I open the door slowly
to the shadows
(a strange light and likeness)
The wild animal is scarier
enclosed, inhibited
(it tears at my throat, claws
my innards - from a distance)
The pillow next to me
has no face or hair
(hope he’s living
downstairs!)
I need his warmth, his touch
(I’m shivering cold)
ALL THE LIGHTS GO ON
the bathroom
the sink
the bedroom
the hallway
the living room
the stairs
He’s there, in his chair
I tell him I need him
He says he will be along
shortly, so
I remain, reading
in my recliner
shortly waiting
then the warming begins
side to side
his hand over mine
a warmer blanket
after midnight the wolf
will wait to attack
and with waiting
he satisfies his appetite
I’m still cold at midday
but my fears sleep
slow uncertain steps, eyesight dim
gripped with fear, enslaved by desire
we’ve toiled but failed and now we tire
lost in dream realms, future seems grim
we must rest senses five and thought
in silence becoming self-taught
where is God ~ we wish to see Him
mere words and symbols will not do
soul’s eye offers a wiser view
gentling touch we sing a love hymn
entwined with universal mind
porous heart now loving and kind
in oceans of bliss we now swim
wisdom of sages is now ours
in heart dwells God and all the stars
slow uncertain steps, eyesight dim
lost in dream realms, future seems grim
where is God ~ we wish to see Him
gentling touch we sing a love hymn
in oceans of bliss we now swim
You know the colour of peace is white —
And no wonder, white suits you so well.
I live in a world woven with dark,
And in its midst, you shine —
Bright as the moon,
Calm in my chaos,
Light in my night.
I’m really bad with words,
Terrible at saying what I truly feel —
So you might never know…
That you’ve always been my peace.
—Beloved
—But if silence could speak, it would whisper your name~
In the silence of the night, alone in bed, she lets her thoughts drift,
She wonders what it would be like to feel the warmth of a man beside her,
To have him kiss away her fears and touch her soul with desire and tenderness.
She imagines his hands slowly uncovering her secrets,
And his lips tracing shivers on her skin, like an artist of shadows.
She wonders, does it hurt? And if so, how long until it turns into pleasure?
What does it mean to feel him deep within her, to sense his firmness and unwavering desire?
She longs to know that deep explosion, that fulfillment promising universes,
To experience the pleasure that has not yet come, but feels near, like a dream.
In the quiet of the night, between desire and imagination, she weaves untold stories,
Waiting for dreams to become reality, like a song that has yet to be sung.
The night wind was icily cold.
No herons or olive tree warblers flew,
Only hooded black ravens,
preying on the souls of lost men.
More red-pinkish flowers
dropped from the tree,
leaving the branches bare
until in a few days
the green leaves will sprout,
and the tree will remain flowerless,
an ugly sight, shunned by all.
Suddenly the wind dropped.
He felt despair, sullen and dejected.
Soon no one heard of him anymore.
Some say he hanged himself
upon the very tree that sheds its flora,
Others believed he fell on a stump
that pierced his bowels as he lived
a recluse amongst an unknown tribe.
Others made him their hero
just for the sake of being different.
But he was seen no more.
The icy night wind blew,
the Judas tree shed its odorless flowers,
as true lovers escaped to scented bowers.
For me, you are my shining star ??
Brightening my world, no matter how far.
For me, you are the cold, soft breeze,
That sends sweet shivers with effortless ease.
For me, you are the breath I take,
Without you, my soul would break.
I'm not unwell—I'm just lost in you,
So deep that I see and feel nothing new.
I know sometimes I irritate you a lot,
But believe me, in front of you, I forget every thought,
Only remembering that I love you a lot.
My mind stops, my words fade,
The world blurs, like a dream unsaid.
I walk with wisdom, mature and wise,
But before you, all of it dies.
I forget what to say, what to do,
Lost in your eyes, lost in you.
I care for you as if you were my own child,
Wishing to protect you—gentle and mild.
Like the moon watches over the night,
I long to be your calm, your guiding light.
Even if storms try to pull us apart,
You'll always have a home in my heart.
No matter the distance, no matter the time,
My love for you will forever shine.
And late at hour, by rippling roar
Of waters lapping 'neath the tor,
A figure bathed in lunar light
Who smiled and turned upon my sight.
And beating wings above the wight,
The somber creatures of the night.
And as the stars about him played,
A sad embrace he gently made.
"If I were 'cross the seas again, in climates fair or poor,
I'd still be where I've always been, sailing by the shore."
He my sire and I his daughter,
Far across the fretting water,
Far across the sea.
The stars dance across the sky
A nightly recital of spinning and whirling
They’re in the spotlight here
But I know they’re invisible to him
Playing hide-and-go-seek offstage
I scream his name to the cosmos
In some sort of harrowed cry
Or desolate plea for redress
It comes out raspy, choked
The faraway stars have no reply
The echo returns not
I’m left standing in the dark
Mourning his mindlessnesses
Bombarded by the silence
I saw him standing there
Looking at me in the distance
Our eyes met
My blood rushed
My cheeks rosy,
Only filled with regret
Standing in the distance was him
I walked over where he once held my hand,
He frowned in disappointment,
Stopping for a minute
He walked towards me
I walked away
Leaving him alone
I still turned toward him
I saw him standing but I couldn’t look away
I said no more,
I walked away heading into the night,
only my heart and soul felt him
He was still standing there
I continued walking
Reaching the point he’d be gone forever,
I turned around
Walked towards him
Told him “I once loved you”
Now I walk away