Short Nightime Poems

Night-time
moving
stillness...

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Memories provoked 
By the wail of the gust wind
In the cold nightime...

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downpour in the day
chilly breeze in the nightime 
blend in Christmas Eve...

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The time has come now 
For night to spread its dark cloak
Peace in the shadows...

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Without
the sun to shine
some slowly lose their will.
Some, however, thrive in darkness.
I do....

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starving rising costs

cities are dimming the lights

smorgasboard for crime



nationwide nightime...

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Zany 
yeomen
xrayed
Whales
virtually
unconcious,
twice!
Stating:
"Rare
quacking 
persisted
on
nightime
meanderings!"
Later,
kinky 
journalists
investigated
Hamas
guerillas
found
eating
Duck,
commenting
'bout
America!...

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I held the moon in my arms outstretched
Pondering the nightime sky
And also my place in this cosmos
My where my what my why

Is my life as insignificant
As in future days may seem
The now nightime of days wandering
This beautiful inexplicable dream...

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Summer sunset
Autumn grain
Winter frost
Spring rain

Morning coolness
Noonday heat
Nightime rest
Evening treat

Hungry mouths
Homecooked meals
Working hard
Paying bills

Buying homes
Traveling afar
Spending money
Driving cars

Living life
Giving birth
Facing death
Leaving earth...

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Night provides its own answer 
to our dilemma
Our dreams are a puzzle 
which we must piece together 
We can dance the dance of joy 
If we succeed in our work 
From the dreamworld 
come answers 
From the dream world 
come the truths we need 
to succeed 
in this perilous 
and yet magnificent 
world...

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the making of demons
in heavenly cribs
the veil of Truth
covered in Lies
For at first consider
humanity is
and it truly is
at once alive
like life
by the waves
of on high
nigh a nightime
we spread
enslaving 
the dead
damned
and 
gifted
no reason
no end
by the bay
it floats! it floats!
infinities away...

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moving into the night, i saw such a great sight
lifting my head to plee, what has been done to me
before i knew it, i was being held
by men of night, i couldn't yell
and just so quickly the grip breaks free, to see a gun pointing straight at me,
but how,who,and why
listen to the night
it whispers things, you don't want to hear
like your death being yelled in your ear...

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It was her scent.
Soul, instantly rent.
Craving I could not resist.
A mix. Showered, skin sun kissed.
I stood with hand extended.
Engender nerve to be mended.
She pulled to embrace.
Gentle kiss brushing face.
No other, since.
Skin to skin that intense.
Lustier, bustier, smart and coy.
I believe I'll turn to wake my joy.

-Angel Fatale-
-contest entry "Nightime Musing"...

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I did not bid you come
Nor will I call again
The door to freedom
Is the privacy of pain.

So what stirs me awake
In dead sweat of night
What convulsions shake
My memory from flight?

These walls cannot prevent
Images repeating
The predator do not relent
Me, starkly fleeting.

You come and go at will
From nightime to day
On streets or on window sill
I cannot turn away....

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Eyes lie upon precious eyes
his stare, her star, afar
shining in the nightime sky
a closeness they both share

Winds blow in an open window
carrying the faintest of scents
thoughts roam within the midnight
to places where love has never went

There's a tap upon your shoulder
whispers softly call your name
easing nearer your sumptious body
where dreams will never be the same...

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NIGHTIME BEFALLS,TIME TO GO TO SLEEP
IN THE MIDST OF TROUBLE,SLEEP IS SCARCE
THERE ARE TOO MANY TOSSES AND TURNINGS
WORRY LOOMS
EYES ARE WIDE OPEN AND YOU ARE WIDE AWAKE AS IF HAVE HAD A CAFFEINATED BEVERAGE
BRAINS ROAMS

ITS AS IF THE CLOCK HAS STOPPED TICKING
THE WORLD HAS COME TO A COMPLETE HALT
YOU CANNOT WAIT FOR THE ROOSTERS WAKE UP CALL
IT SEEMS LIKE IT WILL TAKE FOREVER BEFORE THE MORNING COMES...

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Simple as that, just love and peace.
Writing for all who need a release. 
Writing for those who can't seem to find 
A poem that compliments days and nightime.

Dream time comes I wake but don't write.
No need to bother, be silly laugh light.
I plea for comedic, no drama because, 
it makes things pecuilar and creates too much buzz.
So the lesson plan today is simply just laugh.
Just peace and love, you hold the bat....

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Erasing your fingertips. 

  

Painting over your love. 

  

The bruises no longer hurt, but the memories do. 

  

Picked me up at 2, dropped me home at 11. Of course, I’m only useful in the evening. At night you don’t want my presence. Sharing a bed for the night would be admitting I was a person. 

  

You spoke in whispers, never saying what I needed to hear.  

  

Scars will fade and I will forget....

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The Mets are on the radio
    They are behind
  It will take me a little time 
to unwind
   I have wandered 
     In Middle Earth, Barsoom and Chelm
Still to me baseball is the "coin of the realm"
      The nightime battle is here 
And no, I no longer drink beer 
    If you are not 
a player of the first rank
         You still have a good annoucer to thank
    The game is just starting
It's the fourth inning
       The game is about winning...

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Clocks tick bells chime
willingly to tell the time

Seconds minutes hours days
Turn into weeks months then decades

Take time make time to look this way
in the middle of your busy day

I dont have time i hear you say 
my time our time gone astray

Im tied to time is another cliche you say
when you just want to get away

Playtime leisure time daytime nightime 
all this time that you are mine

As sure as nightime follows day
time is always ticking away...

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Listening to New 
   Age music 
and relaxing late at night 
Mellow sounds 
   remind me 
that the time has 
come to 
        put 
       away 
       thoughts 
 on paper 
Realizing that 
once 
you 
are 
published 
You've blown your cover 
     After inscribing 
this ode 
I will focus on the 
pretty sounds 
issuing 
forth 
     from my TV
Let my mental state 
    become one
of peace 
and 
soon I will go 
to that temporary death 
called sleep...

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Listening to 
  New Age music 
relaxing late at night
Mellow sounds 
   remind me 
that the time has come 
to 
put 
my 
thoughts 
on paper 
Realizing that 
  once 
  you 
   are 
   published 
 You've blown your cover 
and well, that's O.K. 
   After inscribing this ode
I will concentrate 
   on the pretty sounds 
issuing 
forth 
   from my T.V.
Let my mental state 
   become one 
of peace 
   and I will go soon 
to that temporary death 
   known as sleep...

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