Nightime Poems - Poems about Nightime

I wonder if You hear my thoughts I love you With a thousand noughts Invisible Like a gentle breeze Of affirmation Rustles trees I wonder if Within your dreams Affection flows As living streams Of hope and joy Into your mind As eyelids flutter Undefined I wonder if As night revolves You hug me And all fear dissolves For as you dwell In distant land In nightime world I hold your hand To skip and...

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Erasing your fingertips. Painting over your love. The bruises no longer hurt, but the memories do. Picked me up at 2, dropped me home at 11. Of course, I’m only useful in the evening. At night you don’t want my presence. Sharing a bed for the night would be...

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Without the sun to shine some slowly lose their will. Some, however, thrive in darkness. I do....

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The time has come now For night to spread its dark cloak Peace in the shadows...

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Night provides its own answer to our dilemma Our dreams are a puzzle which we must piece together We can dance the dance of joy If we succeed in our work From the dreamworld come answers From the dream world come the truths we need to succeed in this perilous and yet magnificent world...

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After a day of mixed hopes and disappointments I lay down upon my old mattress and watch the television station where thy play new age music and offer poignant quotes sometimes they have Zen koans Tonight I saw words ...

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Listening to New Age music and relaxing late at night Mellow sounds remind me that the time has come to put away thoughts on paper Realizing...

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It was her scent. Soul, instantly rent. Craving I could not resist. A mix. Showered, skin sun kissed. I stood with hand extended. Engender nerve to be mended. She pulled to embrace. Gentle kiss brushing face. No other, since. Skin to skin that intense. Lustier, bustier, smart and coy. I believe I'll turn to wake my joy. -Angel Fatale- -contest entry "Nightime Musing"...

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Listening to New Age music relaxing late at night Mellow sounds remind me that the time has come to put my thoughts on paper Realizing that once you are published You've blown your cover and well, that's O.K. ...

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i’m tired of being nice of smiling and shaking hands and clapping people on the back my patience is wearing thin i’m sitting at the kitchen table lightening a another cigarette my second pack today watching the moon fall below the hedge and the stars making promises they can’t keep the silence is not my friend tick tock bloody clock my head postulates anayalis and critictise all the mundane...

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My eyes wander, where window gazing, finds the crescent moon rifting the darkness, and against it's light a magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough... And because deep loveliness is there, I turn to you... The profile on the pillow is that boy from long ago I love watching you, lashes...

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There are some days when night crawls in and I fine myself afraid and alone; darkness gives way to darkness when I open my eyes. The light has left your eyes so what is leading me home now? What is home? Shadowy tendrils grip my wrist burning along the scars ghost pains. I tremble, shake, trying to keep my will firm but inside I can feel it...

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moving into the night, i saw such a great sight lifting my head to plee, what has been done to me before i knew it, i was being held by men of night, i couldn't yell and just so quickly the grip breaks free, to see a gun pointing straight at me, but how,who,and why listen to the night it whispers things,...

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Night-time moving stillness...

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