Nighttimes Poems - Poems about Nighttimes

... A perfect triangle As he stood in the shadow Of the dead eye windows of his home His face alway up Stars or cries of cloud his theatre The sounds that based from his neon lit blue ears He ......

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...The sun looked tired this morning Yawning stretched shadows over silent birds Teasing nighttimes sleeping flowers As its lazy snooze alarm hummed idly ©9/11/2023......

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...The ghosts of fear are nesting glaring clouds that are driven A procession of baying donkeys The ponds reflection loudly decries as gulls shriek for attention Nighttimes plumage banishes bluis......

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...Let me tell you a story, a story of woe: a tale of a pup who got lost in the snow. Daughter Laura, our eldest, came up to see us, drove home in a Jeep (to rhyme, insert Prius). She and her niece,......

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...Daylight with, its gifts so bright, brings clarity to my mind. Nights darkened caress, with moonlit breast, is a catalyst igniting dream-fires. Daylight sings of lovely thing......

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...chill breath of dawn lights upon my window-pane- nighttimes promises freeze into crystal NOTE:Essentially a tanka in English is a 3 line hiku(SHOW)& a 2 line couplet (TELL) comment......

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...We somehow mature; Our growing, but a symptom of our cure. We wash the dreariness from wi......

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...I do not hear the words, far too busy in my ears laying golden tracks of forceful movement They carry me away, away. always to away. Stretch horizon, many ones and zeros, far away. Starlit desti......

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...Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring, And trees budding green host hordes on a wing. In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine, And dragonflies and blooms grace the tree line. Crick......

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...State of the Art (IV) These are my "ars poetica" poems about the art and craft of writing poetry. Hearthside by Michael R. Burch “When you are old and grey and full of sleep...” — W. ......

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...The midnight sun belongs to Alaska where children play and parents lose all sense of time until fatigue reminds them it it is time for shut eye as they call it a night where dusk is is a golden ......

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...Vacuum by Michael R. Burch Over hushed quadrants forever landlocked in snow, time’s senseless winds blow... leaving odd relics of lives half-revealed, if still mostly concealed... such are......

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...WHY SHULD I LERN TO SPELL? HELL, NO ONE REEDS WHAT I SAY ANYWAY!!! :( Sing for the cool night, whispers of constellations. Sing for the supple grass, the tall grass, gently whispering. ......

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...on the wind a bell tolls memories surface words unerased- the image fades with a tremor of light- daybreak tinges the nigrescent sky grey- the horizon appears distinct in my mind's eye ......

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...Once more the dark succumbs to light as dawn reveals its power, again returning Mankind’s sight as all arise from darkness hour. This daily conquest of Earth’s veil revives the land at nightti......

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