Best Poems About / On NIGHT
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Night-Night (Children)
Night-night moon
Night-night stars
Night-night noisy
trucks and cars.
Night-night sand box
Night-night toys
Night-night other
girls and boys.
Night-night mom
Night-night dad
Night-night Boogie Man
who's not bad.
It's time to go to sleep now,
most all my night nights said.
Night-night blankie
Night-night bed.
C.J. Heck
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Night of Nights
Twas deep; so deep of night,
When I saw what I had seen -
So truly deep of night,
When I went where I had been,
And really deep of night,
When I heard what I had heard:
Perhaps a fox or badger,
Or a sort of night-time bird.
Twas late that night of nights,
When something there was there -
So very late that night of nights,
Where that thing was where -
'Twas deep of night of nights,
When it ran to where it ran:
Perhaps a stoat or Billy goat,
Or ghostly little man.
Twas in the night of night of nights,
When something scary caused a scare -
So late of night of night of nights,
When something hairy raised my hair -
The deep of night of night of nights
So dont you wonder what it was?
Well I never really truly saw it
Why? Because because!
Twas in the night of night of night of nights
Oh I've had enough!
Night night.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
Night night, night night
Night night, night night
Night night
Mark R Slaughter
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A UFO of Night or Mind?
He focused on the waters. Above, an
Overhanging vista: layers of hues
Were blending in complexity,
Tuning in the sky's allure the blues
Had darkened overhead, revealing
What he really sought - the minor streak
Could not have been a meteor.
An easy thrum had underlined a sleek
And ever-growing yellow core,
Pursued by dancing tails of teasing fire;
His hopeful eyes adapting, peering,
Smoothing out the contrast. A glorious choir
Trilled inside the power plant,
Harmonising in the pitch of black.
The trail of dazzling effluence had
Harkened him to bend, arch his back;
Give his disbelieving eyes a
Sense of concept, thus assimilate
The aviating UFO.
For many barren years he had to wait
For such a prize: a form unknown
Unique to Man for him to see it land
Atop the shore. The underside
Received a gentle nudge from running sand,
Frantic in the wavelets. He launched,
Lurching, surging down in salutation,
Bidding all an earthly welcome
Overcome by his hallucination.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
night night night night night night night night night night
night night night night night night night night
night night night night night night night night
night night night night night night
night night night night night night
night night night night night night
night night night night night night
Mark R Slaughter
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LAST NIGHT
last night was darkness fun
last night of not caring
last night of standing out
last night of to cry
last night of pain
last night of kill myself
last night of dying
last night of death
last night of love
last night of not be wanted
last night of lost
last night of wrting
last night of listen
last night of soul
last night of me
last night not here
nicole tates
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