Nocturn Poems - Poems about Nocturn

Drifting in silence, no haven in sight, Alone in the crowd, under the pale moonlight. Whispers of home, now ghosts in the wind, A solitary journey, with no beginning or end. Love's sweet chorus, a forgotten song, In its absence, nights feel so long. Trusting hearts led astray, left to fray, In the echo of promises that faded away. Hollow echoes fill spaces...

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Fishnets, lamplight legs, broken raincoat. It happens. Baby sings my blues....

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It occurs on the edge of light a dim tinged dark is rolled back followed by dream-walking eyes. A time when heroes are at their weakest, when troops turn restlessly in their fox holes, where lions hunt inside a rapidly closing circle The half-light only awakens more shadows until apprehension clings to every breath. It is then that your green-eyed cat, your familiar and pet, leaps upon...

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Inspired by Waterside Nocturn by Fred Uhlman. An oil painting on canvas Cruel winds freeze boats in tilting pose Now the storm has passed Calm moonlit inspection starts Men step on sheets of ice The lunar landscape depicted In lumpy yellowish paint With shadows cast In all the right places To show me mountain ranges And tiller tips Scratchy black sky, flecked and mottled Seems so...

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The male ward is never quiet at night, machines hooked-up to invisible bodies buzz and beep. Someone’s moaning in his sleep. I listen to the late-shift nurses gossiping at their station. Follow their footsteps as they move from somewhere to some other place. Every hour she arrives by my bed to check my vitals. mostly I contrive to be unconscious - just savoring her gentle...

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Just before dawn, gloom thickly laid around your head. A time when heroes are at their weakest, when troops turn restlessly in their fox holes, where lions hunt inside a narrowing sliver of night. The suffering and ill at ease feel a crawling flesh drag itself over their minds. Then perhaps, a green-eyed tabby cat leaps onto your chest. You relax into its soft...

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In the country we see more when it is the darkest. Horses shine in the moonlight. Stars bore holes through infinity. When a full moon leaps over the trees the land ripples with nocturnal exposures, things unnoticed in daylight. After a deep gloom when nothing glows or shimmers the dawn can look like a shipwreck, as if a night sea had crashed upon sleeping eyes. Later, daylight struggles up...

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,Center>The streets are ridge-backed and growling. City lights glare like outflanked samurai. Your thin hand dices words into sideswipes. Whiskey blooms in your orchid mouth. I am led to where a lust is armored, and snorting to be free. Stories groom our hungers. The night camps in a small neon room....

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When the eyes could no longer hold what’s brimming and the fingers do nothing but spread it on to what’s wrinkling. When the voice is a strange thing for the continuous vowels are worn out…shrieked at himself. Then the narcissistic grin is all that gratifies the soul which no one has ever come in contact with. They speak of it when they’re...

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I let go the day Embraced the night Birdsong faded away Shadows fell Never across my heart Clouds passed The moon rising A distant church bell Stars glittered bright Celestial heavens turned, above the moons' soft light I watched stars too As they shone in deepest velvet blue I embraced the night, with all its' charm and all its' delight A gentle lightening in the sky A hint...

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