Nights Poems - Poems about Nights

Under the dome of nights shining like a sea of falling stars, The fruits of summer pour out their fragrant burden in a waltz of dreams, The aroma of encounters with you, my love, like an elixir of hidden gods, Intoxicates my senses and carries me on wings of time and longing. Your body, a sanctuary of summer, sculpted...

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Summer nights warm and bright children at play memories of yesterday lightning bugs lots of hugs staying up late cookies on a plate Summer nights warm and bright ...

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You and I have been friends for many moons You and I have played together countless afternoons Not to mention many mornings and many nights. Since today is your birthday, I want to send you: kaleidoscopic lights Multiple dancing rainbows of heaven, exotic flowers And warm hugs and I’ll blow fresh new kisses from afar to your ears. I called you...

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Slept throughout the day, Feels like I’ve slept through my life. Wide awake I lay— It’s just that kind of night. I've become a spectator of my own life, Not a wink, even though I’ve turned off the light. Switching postures, counting sheep, Tried every last bit— I guess...

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Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening. Where light was spotted before the start This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart. Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain Dawn is called true daybreak — With another outward far off shine She's only ghost according to clockwork time Morning on glass...

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City Nights Bright lights City Nights Neon glow Walk alone Pondering sound Soprano noise all around Vast array Emerge uncertainty Walk among the night dwellers A coffee shop around the corner Small social life Time out to breathe Divided in time Take it easy beneath In the city, trains passing by Old friends just...

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malicious wolves howl together with stormy winds ~ wars break out somewhere ...

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You, guiding light of my nights filled with silent and unclear thoughts, How can I lay on paper your living essence that ignites my heart and mind? When did you become the muse of my dreams from the shadow of slowly passing time? I am awestruck by this light that grows within me like a profound revelation. You were...

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Late-night talks have always been the best. The love I have for you is priceless. I don’t want anyone but you; you have to be mine. I need those late-night conversations. I want to feel reconnected with you and ensure that this love will last forever. I need to know if this love is permanent....

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was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you Beating like drums in the darkness Tasting more of your flesh each time Not leaving enough for a man to breathe No way for a man to...

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To strengthen the people within The colds of winter The melting of spring We as folk in happiness oh the joy it brings An area beneath the surface An area above the artic domes A peace strengthened by the artic tones America your ambition Pur so so ere ed distincted why A unison of ageless together ess Asked the writer why Oh ye in tranquil...

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She sat there on her terrace, a moonlit breezy night it was There was silence all around, gazing at the moon she sat there as if the whole world was at pause He came there and sat right next to her, with a charming smile on his face She looked into his eyes like always Caressing her hair,...

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Soft summer nights, viral city from dusk to dawn; Soft summer nights, making the most of all those lights; Easily now a willing pawn once all the curtains have been drawn; Soft summer nights. ...

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In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams, The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin, It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence, And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time, When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined...

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