Short Nightlife Poems
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ilove to party
i get started
around midnight
under bright light
my friend and i began
theyer black and white
we love the
NIGHTLIFE
The streetlight spread
like an abandoned strip
old hot spots deserted
with no moths no buzz zip
the party is over
nightlife is dead.
I flew to Hawaii and stayed
for thrills and excitement I prayed
the nightlife was dull
the rest was a lull
at least I can say I got lei'd
As the moon wafts a brilliant smile
Stars wink in reaction for miles
Gently night tucks in
Darkness settles in with silence
Nocturnal beings residence
Till sunrise ascends
blinded at first thought
then, focus entered the eyes of my thoughts.
the sadness of the nightlife and what could’ve been
turned into what had been
and i was reborn again.
shaking fairyland forest
gazillions of acorns sleet
are the squirrels playing slots —
Vegas on my roof.
9/27/2020
quick sight… caught
a creamy, frothy tail
skulking behind bins
caramel
this creeping tod
wry trickery, claw
prowl and sly, brazen
he's getting too brave
soon…
a knock on the door
twilights moonlit glade
nocturnal wildlife forage-
owls wait patiently
3/ 15/ 2019.
Writing Challenge 2,
March 2019 - Haiku - poetry Contest
Sponsor Dear Heart.
Nightlife
I have a little secret,
Kept.
I have nothing. I cannot keep.
Bound by four walls.
Messy hair. Dirty sheets,
bright lips in dark corners.
I have little a secret.
"trick or treat"?
Hotels
For tells.
Nightlife
Your life.
Cafés
For days.
Swimming
Floating.
Music
Physique.
Tour guides
For rides.
Tell us
Can suss.
Sports games
Lots frames.
Soft bed
Large staid.
Sip of my life from the brown paper bag.
Brown like down town, or clear
like tap water, it doesn't
f*ckIng matter, I'll drink it.
I'll drink the swill from leftover
cans at community college parties.
No Time Left
Cruising down Hollywood and Vine,
there's no time to stop and dine,
my life's on the line.
No time for roses and wine,
no time to grab my lifeline.
For when the sunshine
comes up,
my nightlife
will wind
down.
*Image of Fireflies, Lightning Bugs, and Glowworms by Old Farmer's Almanac
*Lampyrid enthuses
aliferous light
launched nightlife emanations
bombshells arrest eyes
*Fireflies, Lightning Bugs, or Glowworms
2021 August 02
Death,
you're freed;
With one taste
define nightlife;
Now I will take you,
drip for me as I taste
and then erase your anguish;
Give yourself to the Witching hour;
Strawberries decadent in moonlight,
it was not the apple that Eve wanted.
They were extremely fragrant,
On the last night of my life,
As I dreamt of blooms rampant-
A part of the lunar nightlife!
Varicolored flowers did bloom,
All over the dark silvery moon.
Written on May 24, 2021
For: Bite Size Poem 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
a vase on the windowsill
and I'm gazing at the moon
whose radiant pearly beams
dazzle rose petals
fragrance awakes my senses
midway from sunset to dawn
and the moon's my only friend
in glittering night
I am loving the nightlife
in my room of the full moon
sleepless but for these moments
of quiet beauty
The universe of smelling diapers and that restless nightlife,
You have to focus more on the child than your own life.
Seeing your child grin,
You snuggled for some time.
Their common grin without any teeth,
Makes each family complete.
With beloved newborns in your arms with adoration,
No, not exactly a bit of a star is tumbled from paradise above.
In spring we come out to see life,
out from our long cold winter's nap.
Bears are so loving not wildlife.
Love can be grand.
I am your big fun bear asap,
you are my fury playful wife,
I love to see you in gift-wrap.
Tonight we need some fun nightlife,
eating fish not from a flytrap,
using my big claws not a knife,
Love can be grand.
As darkness fell with suddenness,
the sun slid behind the blood moon.
Sounds of nightlife emerged off tune.
You flaunted your unevenness,
emboldened by dark drunkenness.
Your twisted mind a fierce monsoon
as darkness fell.
You came with sulky sullenness
and brought your foul humor jejune.
You played the part of grisly goon
and had lost all your humanness
as darkness fell.
She speaks words I like to hear
she pronouncate
her words so clear
I embrace her
for more than a Kiss
our time apart I stop
to reminese
Don't leave me strange
and in an unwanted way
things I never thought I
would have to say
must I balance my time
between you and my wife
Uncertainty of a nightlife
might we exist to see see the day
That morning comes and
erases the night away
A Paris night,
There is nothing more
beautiful.
Late night walking
through small streets.
The metro, underground
is dark and mysteriously lovely.
Up into the nightlife
emerges spirit from
all.
Twinkling in spots all
around, the music
of the Parisians
sounds.
Like happiness wrapped
in a starry bow
but with wide awake yet
sleepy eyes.
It watches us slowly
wind down
into a café espresso and a
“Bonne matin, madamoiselle."
Distant city nights,
Those faraway lights,
On the eastern border;
Colored lights quarter.
There should be hubbub,
And people club to club;
Dancing nights of August,
Music mellow and robust!
To that far, dreamy place,
With life's quicker pace,
Excitement is now calling,
And my heart is falling!
Those far neon lights burn,
As some observe and yearn;
Glowing colors of the night,
Under the silvery moonlight.
the shadows are memories which haunt me, they make me a slave to the past
only time can erase this mental pain and set me free to love at last
the shadows are good and bad times in love that happened not too long ago
while i am a slave to the shadows, my lover has started on a new love to know
the shadows grow in the moonlight and fade away in the sun
my nightlife is full of memories, my days are empty--until I become one.
Rushing waters
I can feel the beat,
My heat moves along with yours
Hoping we’ll drown in the rushing waves.
Light years away
Dancing bodies
Moving like the sea.
Crashing against one another,
Hot pressure moves the course of the dance floor,
Like a hurricane.
Then we drain away.
Dried up by the sun rays
Only the call of the next night will bring back this hurricane.
That seems light years away.
Rushing waters
Dancing bodies
Hot pressure
Nightlife
THE OLD COTTAGE
It stood at the base of the mountain for two centuries, unchanging and so very permanent.
Shepherds of times gone by used to live here but now it belongs to a young woman called Emma.
Her friends from the city said, “Oh, Emma, why do you live here?”
She replies, “Just look at it all, isn’t it beautiful?”
Her friends don’t think so. They’d miss the electricity, the busy city and all the
nightlife.
Here Emma is totally at home, all alone on the moor.