Nights Poems - Poems about Nights

To strengthen the people within The colds of winter The melting of spring We as folk in happiness oh the joy it brings An area beneath the surface An area above the artic domes A peace strengthened by the artic tones America your ambition Pur so so ere ed distincted why A unison of ageless together ess Asked the writer why Oh ye in tranquil...

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She sat there on her terrace, a moonlit breezy night it was There was silence all around, gazing at the moon she sat there as if the whole world was at pause He came there and sat right next to her, with a charming smile on his face She looked into his eyes like always Caressing her hair,...

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she's a reprimand in sight british in american no flights the runaway holds the mold speaking of witches exploiting the no turnaround and shes her ugly misplace vowel in assembled stance to task her brothers blanketing his stash demoralized and torn its already early and she'd never show speaking in my houses blue horn irish muse want of den's forgotten harlot attempts the dew wasted station of armies stagnant collars and door left handed...

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Soft summer nights, viral city from dusk to dawn; Soft summer nights, making the most of all those lights; Easily now a willing pawn once all the curtains have been drawn; Soft summer nights. ...

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In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams, The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin, It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence, And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time, When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined...

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“The stars are God's dreams, thoughts remembered in the silence of His night.” Quote by Henry David Thoreau, Journal of Henry David Thoreau ---------------------------------------------------------------- When I see stars twinkling, moon beaming at me, I reflect!...

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In the stillness of the night, I find, A haunting fear that clouds my mind. What if the day should come too soon, When fate decides to change its tune? Your laughter, like a melody, The anchor to my sanity. Yet shadows loom, and whispers creep, Invading dreams when I should sleep. I clutch your hand, so warm and strong, Afraid that life might...

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O’er gentle sunrise, tender peace abides Light risks striking shadows of darkest night Moon and stars flow, cling to the sky as guides Glowing on wings, beyond the clouds of white Birds and angels sing as the silence cries Light risks striking shadows of darkest night His still voice from heaven stirs hearts so wise For those who know His beauty lives...

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Perhaps Heaven is nothing but a dream lost in the smoke of endless nights, where thoughts are wild birds flying across the sky of imagination, a play of shadows on the walls of a cave in the mind of a wanderer, with a heart like a torch burning with both hatred and love, seeking a place, where true winds...

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Sinner they came Children playing Wine drinking Cheese eating While old folks whisper The smell of freshly baked breads As the couples dance in the street We cherished for it was only the simple us Then came the bombs Death rang As children sang Was no more, is no more…...

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As a child I loved to dream, making my days and nights grand. Reading made my dreams come true, far off places I wanted to see. As the many years went by, some dreams came true, others lay dying. What I learned through the years, as an entity in the dream we conjured- we know not we are- both the dreamer and dreamed. How...

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Leaves are floating by Windows, nights are drawing in Cooling Southern times.......

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forgetting how good we have it granted in life we take still summer nights are moonlit until the morning wake...

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Good night. After 45 x 365 nights, I just realised. They were only my dreams. They lasted so long I do not remember what they meant. Whatever they were, they have gone forever. I do not want them to come back and give me heartache. I either we took it or left it. There was no but about it. Why did not you...

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Blackened tendrils take the trees, Take the skin by follicle, Empty matter, pushed debris, Pressed and parabolical. Zephyrus claims, lack of choice, Echoes through the aether, Chaos calms his quiet voice, To suffer with the weather. Windows shutter, clap in tune, Aeolus purring bag and pipe, Uilleann iron, aural rune, Despite aptitude and gripe. Nonetheless the Iris slims, To folded air in lack of light, Cluttered ever...

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