"nyctophilia" poems
I find peace
I find solace
I find comfort
In the arms
Of a cold, icy night.
My face unfolding the crease
That it wears all day long
But cringing underneath
At the thought of sticks and stones
Ringing like a disturbing song.
I find love
In the whispers of the wind.
I find desire
In the darkness of the sky.
The eerie silence
It brings me hope.
I day dream
In the darkest hours
Right before dawn,
Because I know not
What deep sleep means anymore.
I see colours
I see red I see blue
I see black I see truth.
When the moon comes out
And stars, they flicker
Being surrounded by fallen angels
Sending out dreamy gazes
Giving me more might
Than the brightest summer day will ever.
Within myself I shout
I let out my unrest inside, alone.
I don't just love the night,
I connect with it.
I have no inhibitions
The night makes life worth living.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
The love of darkness or night
This is precisely what I adore
The dark is where i erase my plight
Where my dreams and aspirations take flight
Where I undress my conscience and make love to my thoughts
I don't quite know how or why
But everything seems right when it's dark
It's a hidden land of castles and fairy tales
Where everybody is loved the way they should
and everything makes sense
And that's all I ever really craved
So even when it's daylight
My mind is as dark as the midnight sky
with infinite thoughts like the stars
Nyctophilia - grammatically a noun but could it be used as an adjective?
Ask me how I'm doing and I might say "I'm feeling very nyctophiliac today"
Nyctophilia- it's ironic how at night when most humans are sound asleep
it's the time when I feel most alive
Nyctophilia- it explains more of me than I'd ever be able to
So with that being said
Let darkness fall.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
there's something about the way
the night calls to me
i see the dark skies
there's no birds chirping
and you can't see flowers either
but it has its own beauty
the way the stars shine
or how the moon seems
to know your secrets
it holds a kind of mystery
beckoning me to solve the case
(s.a.)
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
Tranquility of Nyctophilia always
Comforts my soul with warmth,
Relaxes my psychic and releases
Spiritual enlightenment in my dark heart.
Depriving gloom of the light to bring
Passion of the night and desire of
It's wonderful wonders that roam free.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
And so,
I painted my nails
the black lacquer,
'cos they'll remind me
you are always here.
"Just like a rockstar",
you whispered softly,
leaving melancholia,
I live life in solitary.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
Sunshine.
A beautiful sunshine
You said I am your sunshine
You keep calling me the sunshine
While I felt so loved being that sunshine,
You kept turning into a dark night of no shine
Why did you keep calling me sunshine
When you are a total nyctophilia.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
I think I may be
Nyctophilic
Because I love
The darkness
The relaxing nothingness,
Eigengrau flooding my eyes
Releasing me from the world
For a little while
I used to be scared
Of what lurked inside,
But I accepted the dark
As part of me
The dark is good
Just look at the night sky, dark as well
It is mysterious and glorious
And maybe it does have danger
But if you learn to accept
You will find the dark comforting as well
And you may join me in the group of
Nyctophilics; the people who live in the eigengrau
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
She was nyctophilia;
In the darkness,
The moon and stars was her Nakama;
She could hear the stars whispering,
And the moon comforting her.
As she licked her wounds and drowns in her own sobs.
In the darkness,
Her room becomes her hermetic fantasy world;
One where her cries sound mellifluous,
One where her wounds look ethereal
Her pain was considered tacenda,
But in that little Universe, she built,
She was rebirth – with each heartbreak.
She is a philocalist - a Lunar Pisces
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:36 AM UTC
Shadows of my reflection. I found bliss in crawling on walls freely, camouflaging with the dark and the moon's exposure whereby my identity surfaced.
My emancipation from the mundane. Stay right beside you though you aren't around,I repetitively question who am I? We're one yet separate entities. I enjoy knowing you're around though at times you disappear when I'm in the dark. (Erase the last line)I'm appreciative of the shelter you provide. There was harmony in my resonance with nyctophilia.
You're always here with me. I'm always here with you. Nothing contrary to that.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Let us
teach the stars how to dance
guide the constellations into a lemniscate
bend their chaotic lines
trace different paths for them.
Let me
decorate the ballroom with shadows
drape the night against the walls
scatter moonlight across the floor
feed our guests cosmic dust
And you will
buy me a dress of starlight
wear a suit of midnight
touch me the way you would a moonstone
take me to the celestials.
Let us
dance the night away.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
Oh, angel darling,
Protect me from the night sky,
The stars glare on the beauty of the
First full moon.
The sun envies
The softness of the glow,
When bolides crash down
To find the eastern glow.
Where are you now,
Dreaming in the dark?
When you left me it turned off
All the light.
But I don't mind--
I love the feeling this night,
As the moon slips sleepily,
I am left alone.
Alone.
Why can't I get use to that?
Maybe because the stars have their kind,
And the sun has a family--
Why am I like the moon?
The night is colder,
But I don't mind,
Tonight I love the night sky.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
She finds her strength in the dark.
She loves the silence and the feeling
of being the only one left awake.
She smiles at the comfort of being wrapped in darkness
yet in the night, her demons come out to play;
to tug at her heartstrings
and mess with her head.
It's a battle with herself.
She struggles between dreamy thoughts
and fighting back tears
between thoughts of the future
and her horrible past dragging her back.
She's alone, though it feels like a war
with everyone engaging in combat inside of her
but she lies in bed with this thought in her head:
that she'd rather battle herself
than have to face anyone else.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 3:55 AM UTC
I was a tiny fragment of darkness, struggling to find my way in the light. I was evolving, and metamorphozing every minute. My particles broke up into smaller particles and soon I was to become a mere speck of nothing, in this universe of light.
I couldn’t find my way. I was lost.
It concealed me in a shadow of pain. I could feel as it consumed me bit by bit.
Pain, I didn’t know what it was, except that it left me in distress and ice cold tears.
The light seemed to fade.
The pain disappeared, and the mere speck of nothing that I was transcended into the darkness where I really belong.
(lunarlullubies)
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 9:17 AM UTC
Once you let the darkness in,
It doesn’t come out,
Like a parasite,
It sits,
It waits,
It feeds.
Feeds on chaos,
Strife,
Feeds on lost dreams and
Unrequited love.
It builds an army.
It protects its soul
From the enemy that is the light.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
When I was young,
I was afraid of the night.
I believed it was
home to ghosts, poltergeists
and all kinds of frights.
Just the absence of light
sends shivers to my spine.
As I grew up, I've come
to love the night.
It makes me feel alive.
All of my emotions revive.
and my words drive
to self-proclaimed beauty.
But the thing that I
most appreciate,
is that this is the time
that I get to you.
The only time
I can see your smile
shine bright.
Brighter than the
gleaming moonlight.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
Last night I gazed into the never ending darkness of the night
And fell in love with the glimmers of light
I became a god outside of time, so transfixed speechless and breathless
Being moved by its magnificent opulence
Completely restless i was made composed
And realized she had total control
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC
Your pacing pulse beats a drumroll in anticipation of the unknown
Yet your soul remains silent in cries as an unborn
Singing lullabies in cries up to the highest note
Still you stand placid,as the calm of the eye in a storm
Mutely you hope the transition to your dreams
Is eternal separation from the real
You rather find harmony in nyctophilia in the night because,
Daily the sun's illumination reminds you of the light you miss in your life
Your salty pillow know who you are.
BUT you built a home in your mind..now you wore a smile,descended the heavens when you fed your subconscious with eternal light. It all sources of your smile.
Now your pillow is dry.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
I'm in a four corner room
Lying,
All I can see is a light from my phone
and the rest is nothing
Wondering and thinking
a thoughts and things
that are slowly killing me
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
Swift falls the night!
Clear comets burn like fins on sirens.
The darkness is silent; hypnotic as some black void!
To find peace In clustering solidity
Hushes and shrieks among the
Raging of this city.
Snow is cascading down long walks to
High crackles and alluring
Roaring of Bacchanalia's.
Drinks at my preferred haunts;
Broken bottles of brew, down-town, under flat roofs.
Budding breeze smoking with boon companions.
Lingers on and on
This ether, this buzz;
Ascending further and farther to those heavens up above
All the rhubarb; commotion hanging in the air,
Till we shatter our limbs among still song.
Late early-mornings and sunken swollen eyes!
Regrets are like dreams:
Something forgotten in time.
Slush edged roads
And shoes gliding
Over Welcome mats.
(Mine as well, It's the weekend)
Get faded.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
On Midnight Delights
“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”
***Nyctophilia
noun***
*“a love or preference for night, darkness.”
But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.
I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.
Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.
I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.
You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.
Time: 12:00am*
© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet | The Moonlight Rose | The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC
I always miss the night
Because its able to shady
Its darkness continued the role: empty of all feelings
The moon shine brightly when not avoid the night
And starlight always shine
Hugging the night
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
She can't hold the elephants in the room again
She need to release it
But how can she do that
Without
Being judged by other
She is drowning
Yet
She is flying
She was nyctophilia
And they're heliophilia
She wants to rockabye
But it wasn't easy at all
So
What's the point of it ?
-S.I
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC
I'm Nyctophilia Don't get me wrong its not what you think. Darkness is one those thing that people tend to avoid. Yes its easy to be scared when you don't know what lies ahead. I'm afraid of the dark when I was young simply because I couldn't see anything but when I tried to focus my eyes I saw the silhouette of whats in it. It might night be as clear as what light can bring but it the same thing. The trees, houses, and the other things. Then I realize how good darkness is. In a dark night you could see far greater things than what you could see in the light of the morning. Though Darkness is always portrayed as the worst time of our lives, Lets not forget that in those times we learned the best lesson life can bring. Its like our future we don't know what it brings or what could happen. What we are in control is the current time the Present. Yet like darkness its the same we are in control if are going to be scared to not. Face darkness until it becomes your friend. Remember in the morning you can only see the sun but in the night you can see countless stars with the bonus view of the moon and if your lucky there is also a shooting star in store for you.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC