All poems found containing the word night
Mason Thatcher "But the toy car on my dads old night stand"

You tell cute couples stories o your first date
But seem to forget you were still married to my father at that point
You said he wouldn't move in but I guess you lied
But I also guess you'll never own up to that
You will stay adamant in the thought that he still doesn't live here
But the toy car on my dads old night stand
Begs to differ
And what the hell was he doing with me on Father's Day?
He's not my father
We won't be my father
He's not even my step father
There is a man sleeping where he shouldn't be
Where he should be allowed to be
You say you don't have much time to take things slow
But does that mean fucking everytime I leave the house
Not knowing when ill be back
Oops
Came home too early
Again

mark john junor "for the night"

shuffled quietly into the busy day
transit thru layers of faces
and the thousand random sounds
meant to distract
but i keep pen to page till image surfaces
and words flow however uneven

almost seems like my poems are crossing roads
only every other phrase survives to the page
the rest lay unadorned baking in some
unrelenting internal sun
like roadkill my thoughts
strange and laughing
like prussian soldiers aligned wait for
the drunken magician to send
them charging into battle marching
lockstep backwards
they are sure to be slain
but they know they will be resurrected
later in my life as some odd little ditty
about some random babylon nubile kitten
nude and sweating at the door
looking for a fresh spike

perpetual motion in this silent sky
the clouds form up white grey along the east
and in slow parade move thru my vision
'brisk eastern wind says rain' whispers a companion
'best be done with your writing friend'

the boat rocks slowly in the waves
and there on this un-named atoll lay the wreck of
some long beached sloop
her mast snapped in some long forgotten storm
and the poem i labored to give birth to
surrenders to such an image
of loss and forlorn dreams

goodnight my love
goodnight and sleep well iv got the watch
and nothing shall disturb
no storm nor pirate shall approach unheeded
lay back and dream of my poems to you

perpetual motion in this silent sky
the clouds form up white grey along the east
and in slow parade move thru my vision
'brisk eastern wind says rain' whispers a companion
'best be done with your writing friend'
so i close my book and put aside my worn pen
for the night
take the tiller
and make haste for open sea

the shipwreck bore the name "babe goth" (??) badly deteriorated it was hard to read. we slept the night before a few yards away on the beach, we did not attempt to board her.
Lilly Emery "The dead of night hardly makes a sound:"

Midnight Skies
The sun enveloped in a black shroud
The dead of night hardly makes a sound:
Hopeless with silent cry's of the midnight sky,
The reproach of lost souls ;
Dark and misty, the clouds just an outline,
Of the glare eyes of the night .
Vague twinkling stars, in the dusty moonshine;
An eager bright star showing its position
Or else be lost in the misty cauldron.
Passionless grief of despair with no one who cares ,
Lost in the wind , One knows to never cross
The road's at night on foot .
The hooting of the night owls crying out
To the lighted moon ,
Distant frogs croak in shining black pools
A lonely dog howls;
A thud, a bump, a scrape on glass to get away
From what is hunting with anguish grief for you and me;
Is that  foot steps I hear on the stone path?
Those creaking roof timbers,
Sure gives one the shivers , cold wind's ,silent stars
Of the midnight sky's ,
A time for quiet reflection ,deep thought and introspection;
The conscience magnified something hurtful said,
Rash actions and regret.
A sad love song that taken the heart deeper in with more
Pain with glaring eye's like you want to die ,
Sleep comes after midnight with so much on your mind ,
Respite for the weary intellect
Until the great yellow hope rises in the sky ,
Spreading its cheerful warm ray
Heralding a promising new day.
Hopeless , and grief moved on with the midnight sky's
Lover's song's of a nasty goodbye's
Passionless incredulous despair , half taught anguish Midnight air,
Another day and another night moved on why your heart
Still hangs on to what was and not to what is .

Lilly Emery

Natasha Smith "In the abssy of night"

The stars shine bright
In the abssy of night
The wolves they howl at the moon
Im thinking if my sorrow will end soon
The wolves run wild
Like an unruly child
And run with a pack
Never looking back
Oh how I wish
That I could do that

Anna Pavoncello "l, and heartbreak will rage through the night."

Oh heart!
Why dost thou make pain so fierce, As fiery wind across red dirt of desert's plain. Dost thou have no fear of breaking?

      Why so brave, thou heart mine, that risks all thy pain, all thy love? Will thou join me instead in solitude, may thou not steal away as my bane?
Or as the canine lets holler his mighty, great bark, will thou leave my persuasions in vain?

So decidith, dost thou to abandon me here, like the sun leaves the moon with all poise?
Or will thou make amends to me in pity, and allow me to make my own choice?

So heart, here's adeu, for thy has chosen me not, and thou adores whomever thy might.
And here I will stay, waiting for thy still, and heartbreak will rage through the night.

Elizabeth Claire "Love me until the night is gone."

I want your touch right now,
Your body  so close to mine.
Love me until the night is gone.
That's all I ever want...
Your love.
Love me gently,Love me softly,
Love me roughly.
This is no addiction, honestly.
All I want, is for you to keep loving me.
My dear,
I crave you every day and every night...did you know that?
Don't stop me.
Because, I've never been attracted to any man like this.
So please,
give me your touch.
Because I love you.
-e.c

Elizabeth Claire "each night that I get lonesome."

I feel your presence,
each night that I get lonesome.
I feel your presence,
each morning that I force myself to get through the day.
And I miss you so much.
And I feel crazy, insane, depressed.
That I can't see or feel or hear of you, no more.
Each time I meet strangers,
all I could see, are full of dangers.
I'm so caught up with you.
I'm so in love with you.
But you died in the morning of may.
Just a year ago...
and my thoughts of you, can never go away.
Here I am, just thinking about you, and if you were here today,
I just want you to know,
how much I truly loved you.
But I can't live this sickness of missing you,
I want to move on.
Because you're completely gone.
I want to fall in love again.
I want to fall asleep, peacefully again.
Without having to even count up to ten.
But you will forever be a part of my heart.
But tomorrow is a new day,
and that will be the day we need to be apart.
Goodbye....................
                        for now.
-e.c

Elizabeth Claire "And each night,"

Thinspiration kills girls like me;
ACTUAL girls who struggles to GAIN weight.
Proteins, fatty food, healthy food, whatever food,
Fuck all.
Because it's not good.
It doesn't work.
All it does is ruin my mood.
Frustrated.
With how society does not accept me.
Who thinks I need help.
Who doesn't know, that it's just in my genes.
I've been thin since I was a little girl.
I've been thin since forever.
And some may say that it's better than being considered overweight.
It makes no difference at all if people make false accusation,
If people make dumb assumptions, due to how the media is degrading their mentality.
Use common sense. Does it even exist?
Because girls like me, still exist.
I love food.
I love to eat.
But I just struggle to gain atleast a pound or two.
It may be a dream to some girls, but it is a nightmare for me.
Hoping, in the future that my metabolism would slow down,
such as I have wished, even way back in middle school.
It's overrated to say that we're all beautiful,
I know we are. But do we actually mean it?
Because each day,
random strangers stick their noses in my life,
trying to change how I live, how I "eat", how I need to eat.
So stop with the assumptions,
we're all corrupt.
And each night,
I pray that tomorrow, things would change.
We need to change. We're just a bunch of snoopy assholes.
Stop focusing on others. Stop desiring others. Focus and desire YOURSELF.
-e.c

Kripi Mehra "I have cried each and every night"

I started accepting
That is what you haven't
This is all what you have
I haven't experienced Mother's love
Hence...i don't understand
The Word Mother

I remember that crucial stage
Of my life
When i was suffering from
The worst time
Yes...I remember those days
She was behaving like an enemy
Rather than a mother
At that time...I need her
I was completley alone
I have cried each and every night
I need then only my mother
But it was not in my destiny
It is not in my destiny
Hence...i don't understand
The Word Mother

I have Mother...but not her love
Whenever ...i get a shove
My Mother don't hold me
I am supportless i.e i have not Mother's love
Hence...i don't understand
The Word Mother

Ben Poet "Or did I ring last night? Come to think of it"

Dear sweetheart
I woke up this morning slumped in a chair
Needed you more than ever but you weren’t there
Where did you go?
I could smell you on my sweater
I woke up expecting us to be together
You left no letter, so I’m writing you this one
I feel all alone, can’t reach you on the phone
Was it something I done? Something I said?
I’m crawling to the kitchen now, need pills for my head
I’m confused as to why you’re treating me badly
This is far from the first time, so this letter sadly
Is the last I’ll send you, in the past I’ve defended you
You defended me too, or at least pretended to
You’ve broke more than you mended
Lost count of friends of mine you’ve offended,
You ruined family gatherings, so why should it be
I find myself missing you, am I crazy?
You’re no good for me,
Good god my head is pounding
Maybe it’s just coz I feel so groggy I need grounding
A good cup of coffee should do the trick
Already late for work, I’ll call in sick
Or did I ring last night? Come to think of it
Have I been to work at all this week? What day is it?
It’s coming back to me, I spoke to someone,
My manager actually told me I’ve broken my contract
Don’t come back she said, this is worse than I thought
Did you know about this? Is that why you’ve walked?
After all it was your fault I lost the damn job
Too much time together
That’s what my friends keep telling me
My neighbour came round last night, he was yelling at me
If I ruined his flowers again he’d call the police
Huh! What a joke, drunk and disorderly
I never feel drunk anymore, it’s just ordinary

As I take a seat back in the chair I woke up in this morning
Head in my hands breathing deep, thoughts forming
All the tell-tale clear cut signs I’ve been ignoring
The pains in my belly, the headaches are a warning
Now I realise
I’m looking at things through new eyes
My wife left months ago, for another guy
It was weeks ago my manager fired me
I haven’t looked for work, who would hire me?
My best friends don’t come by no more, never call me
There was a time when they would’ve gone to war for me
I took no heed, they told me my life is shambolic
Without realising, I’ve become an alcoholic
I’ll never change, I take a can and pull the tab
Hear the tsssk and bring it up to my lips
Drink fast and sink into oblivion, my destructive bliss.

 
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