broken souls and broken hearts,
the sleepless ones who look at torn stars,
the twinkling lights that blink afar,
city lights blurred with blinding cars,
are all befriended by the dreamless faces,
that look like lost and stolen art;
estranged glances and estranged words,
the sound of silence they've always heard,
fragrances of the night that are so absurd,
keep alive the sleepless ones who are lured,
by the dark and scary midnight,
when the sky bears no birds;
fluttering curtains and fluttering wind chimes,
the blazing noise that seeps in from the outside,
sleepless ones try their best to hide,
but Oh! It's already twilight,
the sun and moon sit beside,
while sleepless ones look at committed crimes;
a new dawn and a new day,
it has unwillingly arrived,
another night with no dreams,
another dark time where past screams,
when the moon hears no cries,
it means the sleepless ones have died.
As the evening draws to a close ,
the clock ticks fast and time goes past.
Soon time reaches to midnight thus a new day begins. All is peaceful and quite no birds dinging their morning song. No foxes cats howling to disturb the peace.
What tranqulity greets the morning even though thenights darkness still resides till morning rise.This Nature stirs snd the birds too. For some their night shift is finished
hip, hip hooray.
The Early risers it is a brand new day.
As for the Night Owls who's mind is so alert
but yet your eyes hurt. Your brain is finding one and a million things to do except the one thing your eyes and body crave.
Sleep ,rest your wary mind .
Let go of the stimulus , unwind , relaxe and close your eyes.Let sleep embrace the night owl now .pleasant dreams night owl for the day is risen. Fear not you are safe things will still be there when you awake and
All will be well.
The owls are back, they talk in the night
I try to discern their language of flight
There's much there to learn if I could interpret
But my mind is earthbound, much as I might work it
Some feathers sing and some cry out loud
But the owls are selective, they don't like a crowd
They talk to each other in a voice I would capture
If I could but learn the language of raptor
Still my mind is earthbound and lacking insight
I admire and ponder this language of flight
I've never seen them, my vision is dim
They leave me, believe me, out on a limb
The dogs complain, they don't like them much
But their visit is short and then back to their clutch
There's a rabbit that lives here, under the shed
But he's keeping quiet, and keeping his head
The black cat is blending somewhere in the night
He knows his survival depends on his sight
And I lie bedridden, depending on sleep
My flight not so fancy as that of the sweep
Night Owl
A feathered creature lurking into the night
They never sleep in the darkness delight
Always aware of its strange surroundings
Moves quietly and peacefully observing
With haunted and luminous yellow eyes
A night owl watches everything simultaneously
Balanced miles high looking down concentrating
Night owls prey and hunt ruthlessness viewing
Amphibians, reptiles, insects, rodents, fish and other flying birds
A skilled nocturnal hunter to devour
A captivating but rugged night creature
Adapt in its own inhabitant hiding in the darkest shadows
They survive in the cool breeze nightly
As a unique predator under surveillance like an eagle eye
Sitting, just waiting up high in silent
The night owl plunges from the tree top descending into the ruins
Another kill and another delicious feast
Everything dead is beautiful food anchored to the sky
Needles of sleep still in my eye
Indigo dreams push, pass me by
Given the fullest bladder from hades
Have to run to the toilet makes a crazy
Teal thoughts of poetic bliss
Onyx night sky I’d be scared to remiss
Whites of my eyes turning red
Lovelies goodnight going back to bed
Great night to sleep tight
Onyx sky looking at stars
Owls hoot a piercing cry
Did he just call sweetheart
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray that I wake up
Good night poet or good morning
Hope you get plenty love
Tootles
grabs a hat from the hatstand
fraught, he warps the midday sun
no apricating mellow touch
in haste, too early a venture
while camouflaged conspirators
beckon to no end, lest he dawdles
through waxing moonlit gossamer
and warms the trees of dusk
Around and about ten o'clock PM,
No matter how tired I felt through the day,
Something strange happens within my brain stem
And I'm ready to up, up, and away!
Ideas hit me from out of the blue.
My creativity suddenly stirs.
Levels of energy refresh anew
And beddy-bye thoughts unfocus and blur.
I know in the morn the price must be paid.
I'll be more tired when the day must begin.
But songs will be lost and ideas fade...
But lacking in sleep will wear one quite thin...
It seems to me that whichever I choose
One way or another I only lose.
eerie uncanny
empty churchyard sinister
Owl hoots tu-whooo
November 4, 2022
Brian Strand's Haiku, Tanka, Footle Contest
Bitesize Poem 55 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I am A Night Owl
By: Noel N. Villarosa
June 4, 2022
Staring long at the laptop
My workplace is quiet
Active and mentally tip top
I am an owl that flies at night
Night sorting and engaging that way
Was a man deep in his thinking
Working with a good employer that will stay
Energy peaks naturally in the evening
With refreshed curious eyes
I cast my shadow on a resting morning lark
I took over his time taking calls on the rise
I make a living, if not in the dark
I am alone in my room
It’s just me and the moon
If I failed to bring you where flowers bloom
At the end of shift work, I’ll talk to you too soon
Everything is going right at night
It only takes a search, analysis, and brilliant call
The right approach will make me see the light
Finding matched criteria, I can relate them all
You are much like me, I guess
We have ups and downs
But would you pity more, or we say less
If there’s nothing to offer, I’ll see you around
I will watch you in the dark while dreams run
For the only place that fits my work
I work from home, closer to my loved ones
To feel the breeze reveals another dawn to spark
Also posted on my LinkedIn account.
dusk sets
full moon
night brought
perch high
owl hoots
head turns
shape drift
one side
on ground
snatch prey
still lull
tucked in
snug, warm
calm sleep
till morn
1/16/2022
Oh night owl
My constant companion
With luminescent eye's
Piercing through full moon
To ward off vampires and
werewolves alike
And notify an early warning
alert call
Slayers to arm's
Silver , Garlic
Stakes , Crosses
At the ready
Battle commences at the stroke
of dusk
And ends when the sun rises
For those who survive
Only to resume hostilities
tomorrow night again
Poems of the Early Bird ~ Night Owl
Two different birds make their nests in our home
One with plumes of brilliant sunrise chrome,
Amber and golden hues glow,
Rises up to crow
Wriggling sun
Poems;
One - dawn shuns -
As pale moonlight grows
Songs from gilded perches flow
Early bird – night owl duets shalom
Two different birds make their nests in our home.
7-15-20
Based on the Andaree form
NIGHT-OWL
feathered winged bird
hooting flying down action
see's a mouse outreaches his claws
who's that he squawks and calls
-
6/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
PENSEE poetry type
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From the darkness of the eaves,
bathed in evening's undertone,
something's seen among the leaves -
something made of meat and bone
Bathed in evening's undertone,
something tries to slow it's breath
Something made of meat and bone,
sensing sudden, silent death
Something tries to slow it's breath
Something's seen among the leaves,
sensing sudden, silent death,
from the darkness of the eaves
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04/22/2020
Prompt #1
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