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Nighttime oceans
-Ulli Predeek
daylight dreams dive into nighttime oceans
hopeful heartbeats remain
pulsing through the fluid darkness of the room
I feel your breath trembling
painting my anticipation red gold and green
will I feel your warm cherrymouth
slowly climbing up my neck
up to the crescent of my ear
up to the wings of my lips?
I keep my eyes wide shut
and shiver -
feeling your humid running kiss
ascending to my lids
your silent passion
leaves me gasping blindly
for glittering sparkles of infinity
and I capture this moment
inside the memory of craving flesh
underneath every loony pore
nighttime oceans spill
into another sphere
and we both
disappear.
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Nighttime haunting
-Julia Elise
nighttime haunting
head hits the pillow
eyes shut tight
memories fade into focus
horrible thoughts play
soon hope to forget
not so fortunate
tossing and turning
cannot sleep
replay eternally
daydreams or nightmares
can't tell the difference
no whimsical fantasy
dark treacherous feeling
never ending cycle
very near sleep
eyes abruptly open
shoot straight up
breaths heavy
mind full to entirety
lie down
slow breaths
drift off
and repeat
nighttime haunting
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My Nighttime Lullaby
-Marie Helle Frasier
I become weary in unconscious peace,
And dreams fill the every corner of night.
The moonlight seeps through the floors of heaven
To reveal the soft stillness of the light.
Stars twinkle like candles anew; nightlights, too.
And the moon sleeps to the lullaby she brings,
Humming to the melody, the sweet harmony.
The chill nighttime air filled with that of which the nightingale sings.
The fireflies dance from my midnight reverie
While the sound of music drifts to the sky,
I shift between sweet dreams and horrid fantasies,
But the night still brings my sweet lullaby.
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Hello Nighttime
-Jon Tobias
Hello Nighttime
It hasn’t been as cold lately
The train of shopping carts rattles
Vibrate my forearms
Especially as I cross the yellow speed bumps on the ground
The city put those there to trip up skateboarders
And to confuse babies in strollers
Old women on walkers avoid them
There are things designed to make us slower
More careful
I think about my last poetry reading while filling the coolers
And don’t ask myself why when alone
I take myself to the places that make me most happy
My cashier asks me when he can go home
You do everything slower when
You keep yourself company
When you’re lonely
You’re not savoring moments
You just taking your time
Because you can
I set the alarms and lock the doors
The moon has been out for a while
I will go home and write
Everyone is asleep except for me
I crack open a few beers
Open the window so the moon can keep me company
Forever I thought there was something wrong with me
But I have learned
Like the moon
Some things will only shine in the nighttime
Not everything looks like gold under the sunlight.
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Her Violin Sings at Night
-Mike Winegar
She plays softly by the moonlight
In mournful solitude surrounded by mist
With the moon listening to the violin's song.
The notes caress the stars at night
As the violin sings with her tenderness.
The night carries the music along.
She comes alone at night to sit by the lake
And pour her heart into the violin's strings.
The violin's voice haunts the nighttime air.
She plays a song of longing that makes her heart break.
Her spirit weeps as her violin sings,
While into the night rises a song of despair.
The moon and the stars lend their ears
As the solitary maiden comes to play
And the mournful notes take flight.
They listen until the sun's greeting nears
And the tune finishes with the birth of the day,
But will be started anew when her violin sings at night.
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