Short Night Owl Poems
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Shivering
in gusts of black ice
night owl stuck
in grim spot
enshrouded by stern dark gauze
yet smothered grit reigns
Indigo moon
Nestled in night clouds
Silvery light blooms
Painting night owl
In the treetops
Ready to fly
Eager to watch dinner from the sky
From
Embalmed darkness
She toll
Her rhythmic dirge
Night's serene silent
Is gently
Deflowered
Written by Joseph Osita
For Dr Ram's septolet contest
You are my night owl
I am your morning breeze
That deepen your dormancy
My existence in your insensibility
Your presence never in my second
Our hour nevermore light on
dusk sets
full moon
night brought
perch high
owl hoots
head turns
shape drift
one side
on ground
snatch prey
still lull
tucked in
snug, warm
calm sleep
till morn
1/16/2022
Needing extra sleep 'cause
nodding off in day time.
Nestling on the couch or
nice and comfy on bed.
Not just for small children;
night owl activities
necessitate a nap.
4/29/17
a Pleiades
NIGHT-OWL
feathered winged bird
hooting flying down action
see's a mouse outreaches his claws
who's that he squawks and calls
-
6/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
PENSEE poetry type
Good Morning Night Owl.
Why do we leave the light on?
Where the Lamp-post sheds its skin.
The Trumpet pours, the passion flour.
Our constitution is number 1.
A dustless preamble.
Borderline masonry must not crumble.
Form:
I wanted you to come to me and refresh my soul. I wanted you to be the dream of this night owl. I wanted you to come to me and sway my belief. I wanted you to come to I,and set me free. May be I was barking up the wrong tree.
Form:
Three AM
She sits,
feathered robe
silent in the wind.
Unblinking eyes,
colder than the
iced terrain,
peer into
pained whiteness.
Gripping tightly
slender hope.
For Kelly Deschler
Night Owl contest
8/5/2014
He'd be the only one wide awake under his roof,
writing poems and posting them all on poetry soup,
munching loudly on a midnight snack,
wife about to give powerful smack,
leaving behind his crumbs and not giving an owls hoot.
Great night to sleep tight
Onyx sky looking at stars
Owls hoot a piercing cry
Did he just call sweetheart
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray that I wake up
Good night poet or good morning
Hope you get plenty love
Tootles
Images of night
Colors of the day
Messages of love
Sometimes tragedy
This is what I grasp
Laughter and tears
Depth of my soul
My heart moves me
To pen my verse
In wee hours
I create
My poems
Night owl
Paints her
World
grabs a hat from the hatstand
fraught, he warps the midday sun
no apricating mellow touch
in haste, too early a venture
while camouflaged conspirators
beckon to no end, lest he dawdles
through waxing moonlit gossamer
and warms the trees of dusk
The dance of the light frogs and the banditweets went on forever
I listened to their croaks and watched the robins flock and feather.
The night owl had something wise to say but it sounded like a hoot.
What else could happen? Asked a Dracula driven nose dog bandicoot.
I sit on my branch
eyes wide and bright
determining when
to burst into flight
chasing one of the many
creatures of the night
that all scamper away
acting upon fright
I swoop down with elegance
its quite a sight!
“Try imagine being an owl”
“I think i just might”
Needles of sleep still in my eye
Indigo dreams push, pass me by
Given the fullest bladder from hades
Have to run to the toilet makes a crazy
Teal thoughts of poetic bliss
Onyx night sky I’d be scared to remiss
Whites of my eyes turning red
Lovelies goodnight going back to bed
up by the window stair
the night owl screeches by
out in the opal night
stretching across the sky
up by the old tin roof
i hear the lady call
out in the darkest night
she bids me to fall
up by the paling moon
when the nightly death does spake
out in the cold cold night
the lady comes my soul to take
A sheer blanket of Rose
Flowers from the place where the earth drops off
Source yet unknown for beauties face still rests,
awaiting times unveiling
Awaken Beaming Brilliance; bright and burning
Earth turns its side, revealing the wide eyed beauty
Darkness retreats, and cowers in cracks
Waiting for its re-emerging.
Form:
It flies and settles on a tree branch,
waiting for fish to pop out of the lake,
to enjoy the moonlight.
A group of kids sits around a bonfire,
trembling with fright,
as they keenly listen to the owl's hooting.
"The bogeyman is being ushered in...."
one of the kids says, with a breaking tone......
Contest: Night Owl
Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot!
Came the cry,tree
Branches rustling,wings
Flapping.
Seems the world was in
Oblivion-the absolute
Silence.
Went I to the window
and Looked into the
empty Darkness. As I lay
down,I Knew somewhere
I would Hear that sound
again.
When there is a dawn,
There is night owl falling into a hole of fantasy.
They don't stop to take a sip.
When there is a sunset,
There is a traveler wanting to catch the sun.
They don't stop to take a dip.
Life has its beginnings and its ends,
But I rather chase life,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
I'm a midnight sneak,
At Google I'll peak,
My eyes grow round and glow,
It's well after midnight, you know,
I'll filch some treats,
Addictions need sweets,
I'm quite house trained,
Computer feeds my brain,
All alone in this darkened room,
Stalking through these Google runes,
Is that five am to prowl?
Shhh, I'm insomniac midnight owl!
Why do I pace the floor
my mind a jumbled mess
while my wife lies sleeping
so peaceful and at rest?
My body aches, I cannot sleep
tho I want to be by her side.
But I only toss and turn all night
disturbing my sweet bride.
And so I sit at this computer
and try to type some words
thinking I might say something
no one has ever heard.
Night owl.
I sit on my pouch at night and hear the night owls hoot.
First one then another call back and forth
You can hear them far away.Another here and there.
Hoot hoot they cry just to see who answers them.
A coyote off in the far distance answers with a howl.
Hoot hoot at times I think they are talking to me.
The night owls up late like me.