Nightin poems on Hello Poetry

Aeshish Feb 2018

Once among the horde, thou intruded into my wave of thoughts,
And left them shattered, bewildered, unanswered behind.
Walked along the moment, analyzing the existence I’d just crossed
Finding reasons, why I couldn’t halt the picture in the portrait.

Next dawn, while steps were panicking, counting stairs
Thou stood so, as the whole nature halted all at once,
Gazing could’ve healed that fine sunrise, though didn’t attempt
Heart got misplaced then only, which now surrounds you.

Now at 02:00, I figure, your simplicity is a deep abyss,
Into which, I ain’t afraid to dive, neither of the depth,
Just striking the surface threatens me,
Can’t picture now the absence of yours, that unreal world.

You being my Nightin-girl, thou start it all, thou hit the end;
Once, will settle all the entropies you’ve shivered within the soul,
Will blow the boundaries, script the histories, but some other day,
As today, like every tomorrow, I’m watching, I’m loving you.

(00:30)

amber agha Feb 2010

Nocturnal Writings

Last night I saw you.You were aloneand stiffThey told me to leave youthat I had done enough.How could I?When it never even began.Last nightwe said goodbyeDo you remember.Last nightI cutthe cordI cut my veinsand allowed the blood to runfree.Freer than ever beforeLast nightwe spokefor the last timeAnd in your voiceI smelt her breath.“Goodbye”“It was nice”“See you around”Never encompasswhat should be there.38You changedI changed.And in that I find solace.Change is progressof any sortand growthand that only ever meansNature taking its courseNaturallyYou and Iwere never meant to beLast nightIn my veinsI saw thatAnd I ranFree

Copyright Amber Agha

Sky May 2016

Nightin

What is this you are doing to me?
I swear this is pure insanity;
My heart feels like a fluttering bird,
Catch it in your hands
And soothe it with just a single word.

Charissa Reijmers Mar 2012

Better than a shepherd's fancy

Dwell I with thee, and thou love be,
forgo of best and better glee
That green and grasses, buds and bloom
with seasons soon leads us to tomb.

The earth is full, of signs untold
yet thine poor heart remains still cold
As nightin-gale in tone shall dress,
false raven thou it now will bless.

And posies mask not such decay
nor crypts of roses will me sway;
My heart renewed, my spirit clear
as flesh for stone replaced all fear.

Of gold for fools nor wool so warm
perceive not I as such a charm
for lasting day as long as wide,
awarded God his only bride.

Not hold me fast, thine belt of straw
nor any fancy me will draw.
Seasons may come and turn and fall,
this world does He not hold it all?

Dwell I with thee, my soul forsake?
November still, I shall not shake.
For my delight, lives He in me
in Him I dwell, not I with thee.

In reply to Christopher Marlowe's 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' (assignment we had to do for language skills class). It's the first time I'm trying to writing anything so... restricted. I rather like how it turned out, though. (This is the first version.)

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