Transcript night poems - twaingiftedandtalented

Collected anthology
By: Erica Martinez
A sunset in
heaven
© Janine M. James
A Sunset in Heaven
How absolutely astonishing, It must
be, to see a sunset in heaven. The
creamy clouds reflecting off the,
Blinding sun. On some the sky is
probably painted, A bloody
pomegranate scarlet,
While other days are candy colored
orange. Each sunset is a little
different though. Some have a little
more violet, Or less orange,
Making them have a strong golden
hue. And there are some that fade
quickly, As if the sky is one large
ember.
Those are probably lovely. But then
there are those that just, Try to keep
daylight going.
The ones that a person might wish,
Never fade.
They are probably far too beautiful
for anyone,
To describe. Once the sky turns to
blue and black, It is all over. Sun
rises, Do not seem as if they would,
Be as phenomenal as a set. It would
be the type of happening, That even
the wildest of individuals, Pay
attention to. Luckily in heaven, The
sunsets are only forever.
Woods at Night
© Annette Bigger
Wild geese fly with the moon on their wings,
And a nightingale sits on a branch as it sings.
All is peaceful in the still of night, and the moon is
shining very bright.
There's only a rustle of a breeze in the trees,
And to night for sure there will be a freeze.
For the air is crisp, so crisp it will snap,
At the slightest sound, rustle or rap.
An owl skims slowly o'er the treetops.
It slowly circles 'round a tree and stops.
It sits and surveys the forest floor,
Captivated by mystery and woodsy lore.
For at night in the forest there's gamey in the air,
And the wild fox now creeps out of its lair.
It yaps and the stillness is split with a knife,
Yet all else continues with no conflict or strife.
The Star
by Jane Taylor
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is set,
And the grass with dew is wet,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see where to go
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Moonlight
As a pale phantom with a lamp
Ascends some ruined haunted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.
Now hidden in cloud, and now revealed,
As if this phantom, full of pain,
Were by the crumbling walls concealed,
And at the windows seen again.
Until at last, serene and proud
In all the splendour of her light,
She walks the terraces of cloud,
Supreme as Empress of the Night.
I look, but recognize no more
Objects familiar to my view;
The very pathway to my door
Is an enchanted avenue.
All things are changed. One mass of shade,
The elm-trees drop their curtains down;
By palace, park, and colonnade
I walk as in a foreign town.
The very ground beneath my feet
Is clothed with a diviner air;
White marble paves the silent street
And glimmers in the empty square.
Illusion! Underneath there lies
The common life of everyday;
Only the spirit glorifies
With its own tints the sober grey.
In vain we look, in vain uplift
Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind;
We see but what we have the gift
Of seeing; what we bring we find.
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Night Time
© Marissa Martinez
Shhh do you hear that?
All those night time creatures.
Can you hear the elements around you?
The crickets sing,
The owls hoot,
Can you hear them?
Look up now.
What do you see?
How do you feel?
Can you see?
Can you see the full moon at its brightest?
Can you see the stars right beside it?
Can you see them?
Can you hear them?
As you lay on the ground next to your soulmate.
Can you hear that?
Can you hear your soulmates steady heart beat?
Can you hear your soulmates steady breathing?
Shhh do you hear that?
All those night time creatures.
Can you hear the elements around you?
Night time.
Night time is the best time.
Night time is the best time to listen.
To listen to your heart.
To listen to your soul.
To listen to the world around you.
To see the moon.
To see the stars.
To listen to your soulmates breathing.
Shh do you hear that?
Do you hear your soulmates heart beat?
Do you hear the elements around you?
On Dreaming
When slumber seals our weary eyes,
The busy fancy wakeful keeps;
The scenes which then before us rise,
Prove something in us never sleeps.
As in another world we seem,
A new creation of our own,
All appears real, though a dream,
And all familiar, though unknown.
Sometimes the mind beholds again
The past day's business in review,
Resumes the pleasure or the pain;
And sometimes all we meet is new.
What schemes we form, what pains we take!
We fight, we run, we fly, we fall;
But all is ended when we wake,
We scarcely then a trace recall.
But though our dreams are often wild,
Like clouds before the driving storm;
Yet some important may be styl'd,
Sent to admonish or inform.
What mighty agents have access,
What friends from heav'n, or foes from hell,
Our minds to comfort or distress,
When we are sleeping, who can tell?
One thing, at least, and 'tis enough,
We learn from this surprising fact;
Our dreams afford sufficient proof,
The soul, without the flesh, can act.
This life, which mortals so esteem,
That many choose it for their all,
They will confess, was but a dream,
When 'waken'd by death's awful call.
John Newton
Moonlight Nights
by Bernard Howe
The clear sky seems to glow,
with the moon so big and bright.
Lighting up our hill sides,
with an iridescence light.
The shadows hide amongst the trees,
whilst I listen to the gentle breeze.
A night time opera in front of me,
a magical moment under a grand
marquee.
For now I know that no man alive,
could ever produce this kind of splendor.
One in which a heart beats faster,
one which makes my heart surrender.
The beauty within our heavens light,
fills me with a passion a deep delight.
Lakes sparkle from shore to shore,
a beauty no one could ever ignore.
How can darkness have such a glow,
a warmth so bold to comfort our soul?
A beauty from heaven to help us believe,
a knowledge that can, make us all whole.
Shadow
©Adam Rulli-Gibbs 2001 - 2007
If it won't leave me alone it's no surprise that I'm shrill
but to no avail, my shadow follows me still.
When sunlight reveals my frown, that only fills it with glee.
Yet on a moonlit night it never fails to locate me.
Until my shadow appears the only thing that is true
appearing in a flash on any wall within view.
But increasingly I realize that it is pleasing after all
to have such a constant companion, then I recall
that the only times my shadow has left me alone
have been the darkest times that I have known.
And so it fills me with delight to have my shadow about
for it completes my world, without a doubt.
Fireflies
Aileen Fisher
In the soft dark night
when the wind is still
and bullfrogs croak
at the bottom of the hill,
the fireflies reach
inside their coat pockets
and screw little light bulbs
into their sockets
so they can fly
through the night and play
without bumping their heads
or losing their way.
Sunrise
A Poem by:
Jacqui Thornton
The gray begins to fade,
As color creeps from leaf to limb.
The light is slowly seeping up,
From beneath the earth's curved rim.
The sky blue strengthens slowly,
Glazed with hues of orange and red.
Slowly as the earth revolves,
The sun lifts up it's head.
Colors shimmer in the light
And shapes begin to unveil.
The trees and flowers separate,
With the dawn light rosy and pale.
The sun climbs higher in the sky.
It's light shimmering and warm.
All things now are clearly seen.
A new day has been born.