Nightless Poems - Poems about Nightless

...I awaken to the pitchy darkness covering my face and I roll over to dig through the nightless dark. I peep out hoping to find the warm sun; I sigh and scurry back to the warmth of my bed ......

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...It’s so bright on these islands it feels like they must be nightless, that with just 24 hours to a day, there’s more than enough light to go around. The light floods water, making it disap......

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...“My immortality prolongs alone if it isn’t for this sword The sword belonging to the unwoken you of the much bloodshed fought Beyond many lifetime away, I began to understand the cause Reasons for......

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...My life goes on and on without any breaks nor rest it’s like an icicle that melts but never goes away. My life is as perfect as it could be like a rose to be seen A garden of such beauty from ......

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...Do I have a choice before knifing the page for a meaning, when I was drowned in a nostalgia ? Cinchona bark. This was my keyword for living bitterly under a tryant inciting the riots of colors. T......

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...Fears ensnared within the winter drifts along the harden ground One lone ember stares off yearning for heaven brothers As I watch its simple battle for survival from dust of ashes gray To tombs ......

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...Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears. Longing for the heart of her child. A soldier. Dark treacherous night. Hidden plights. Sad, saddened life. Lost again. Weeping men... Lost sins. Forge on, f......

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...Lady of the dawn And angel of the eve In twilight moments Thou unfold your wings Thus, become the one I need Into nightless weaves Unto gentle love Caress breathless 'neath Morning songs in sat......

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...AFTER THE BREAK-UP WITH HIM Surplus Jack of all trades - I should be gone - I am master of none. This apple garden fades : On a cold lonely eve Along the Neva bank,......

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...If you would only look out, you would see the star-studded sky and a swooning sickle moon, and down below a fleet of quiet snails sailing gently over lawns scented with newly cut grass. Y......

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...Midnight whispers from the willow, Lonely teardrops upon my pillow. A lingering smell of pure pleasure, Clinging to a nightless treasure. Bound beneath my skin by frigid chains, Tingl......

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