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Daipayan Nair May 2017
There should appear some respite,
despite
the fact, I am a Nyctophile
as I too love my collapsing sight
I too flicker in the bright.
Like an earner without his earning
The dark existence,
by the sphere that lurks, partially satiated
'See-Saw' a fodder for human poets
The other aspect, totally denied.
Skin is imbalanced
which showers mixed colors
Why not an equilibrium?
Vampires licking honeyed sanity
The sane too, join the party.
But, if he complies, they wouldn't
If she complies, they wouldn't
Fluctuations are eminent
There should appear some respite,
despite
the fact, I am a dust stained file
as I too love my collapsing might
I too flicker in the bright.
Umi Mar 2018
Sleep, dearest creature of the night, you who adores the shining moon, I said to myself as the music began to echo through the room
A nyctophile blood ******* devil, gifted black demonic wings alike a bat when it flies, strengh beyond reason and a tongue full of sick lies,
Yet a ray of sun may be lethal to you, burning you away as if you were paper caught in a firestorm, an inferno of heat, vaporized at last,
Life force relies in blood, impurities of constant change I need since I have already passed away theoretically I am most likely already dead
A music box plays for me alone, transient melodies from the recurring memories of a brighter, vivid past, to which I am are unable to return to,
Ahh, phantoms, a nuisance of the mortal life I have escaped alike the shooting stars over a clear, living,traveling, dark blue night sky
Have I toiled well, hard or long to achieve heaven, yet have become stuck as the devils tool in a illusionary world with no end ?
Flowing water seals me away, I cannot cross when it rains, and need a polite, kind invitement to intrude and cause wicked bloodshed
Sleep, so I may can be innocent until the sun has sunken down to rest,
Slumber,  the world of dreams is free from weaknesses to purification,
With great magic, comes a devils recitation, engaging in a distant dream far beyond the grasp of my crimson, blood drenched hands,
Unable to advance,  shadows of those who have forgotten the fear of darkness spread and creep around, hidden in nights embrace
Empty consciousness I am attracted like a fluttering butterfly to the gentle reflected light by the full moon in its fullest sensation,
Raise this song of love and paint it in a moonlit night for me,
Dance with me, until we aren't part of this world any longer, dear,
Sounds melt into silence, structure forms within chains of destiny,
Even if tomorrow were never to come, I couldn't care less,
For now, just let me rest my eyes

~ Umi
Ntwari Poetry May 2016
The night is my friend
While the sun sleeps,
I find peace in staring at the stars
A smile slips through my my lips
As my mind wonders off.

The silence of the night, charming my ears,
Allows me to hear the muffled cries
Of the world beyond the horizon
Laced by the stars.
There's something about the night that keeps me caught in its grasp.
brian odongo  Sep 2021
An owl
brian odongo Sep 2021
the night
conquers
my sight.

the moon
shines bright.

the stars
haunt me
over and over
again.

I am an owl,
A nyctophile.
AnxiousOcean Apr 2022
Scattering shadows
Cool breeze against the window
It’s my time to live
lover of night
hiraeth  Nov 2019
nyctophile
hiraeth Nov 2019
i have never been afraid of the dark
and i have always liked to be alone
never needed a light or a spark
the darkness is my home
If the day is a waltz
The night is a tango
You have ****** me into your arms
Body spins twists and tangles
I am pushing to pull away
You grip me tighter still
I swoon for your dark mystery and power
My eyes dazzle from luminescent light show
Passion excites with moonlit crescendo
Take me now and dance some more
I feel alive at night drawn hour
Meet me again tonight
Let the sparks ignite blacked out room
Engulf thine being so no longer need to see
Just to feel and move with you
Synchronized in tune
Leading
over me
Immersed
completely
Sabaaa May 2020
The sun has set and the sky turns dark
Surrounded by silence with no one to talk My obsession for night time , never ends
Even though my life has too many bends
I gaze at the sky , throughout the nights
Despite of having several mosquito bites
Quiet black sky , refills my soul
A best companion, who makes me whole
Night passes soon and the day is too long 
I wait for the night again, which makes me strong


Nyctophile (noun) - A person who loves night or darkness

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