Night Rhapsody
How beautiful it is to wake at night,
When over all there reigns the ultimate spell
Of complete silence, darkness absolute,
To feel the world, tilted on axle-tree,
In slow gyration, with no sensible sound,
Unless to ears of unimagined beings,
Resident incorporeal or stretched
In vigilance of ecstasy among
Ethereal paths and the celestial maze.
The rumour of our onward course now brings
A steady rustle, as of some strange ship
Darkling with soundless sail all set and amply filled
By volume of an ever-constant air,
At fullest night, through seas for ever calm,
Swept lovely and unknown for ever on.
How beautiful it is to wake at night,
Embalmed in darkness watchful, sweet, and still,
As is the brain's mood flattered by the swim
Of currents circumvolvent in the void,
To lie quite still and to become aware
Of the dim light cast by nocturnal skies
On a dim earth beyond the window-ledge,
So, isolate from the friendly company
Of the huge universe which turns without,
To brood apart in calm and joy awhile
Until the spirit sinks and scarcely knows
Whether self is, or if self only is,
For ever....
How beautiful to wake at night,
Within the room grown strange, and still, and sweet,
And live a century while in the dark
The dripping wheel of silence slowly turns;
To watch the window open on the night,
A dewy silent deep where nothing stirs,
And, lying thus, to feel dilate within
The press, the conflict, and the heavy pulse
Of incommunicable sad ecstasy,
Growing until the body seems outstretched
In perfect crucifixion on the arms
Of a cross pointing from last void to void,
While the heart dies to a mere midway spark.
All happiness thou holdest, happy night,
For such as lie awake and feel dissolved
The peaceful spice of darkness and the cool
Breath hither blown from the ethereal flowers
That mist thy fields! O happy, happy wounds,
Conditioned by existence in humanity,
That have such powers to heal them! slow sweet sighs
Torn from the bosom, silent wails, the birth
Of such long-treasured tears as pain his eyes,
Who, waking, hears the divine solicitudes
Of midnight with ineffable purport charged.
How beautiful it is to wake at night,
Another night, in darkness yet more still,
Save when the myriad leaves on full-fledged boughs,
Filled rather by the perfume's wandering flood
Than by dispansion of the still sweet air,
Shall from the furthest utter silences
In glimmering secrecy have gathered up
An host of whisperings and scattered sighs,
To loose at last a sound as of the plunge
And lapsing seethe of some Pacific wave,
Which, risen from the star-thronged outer troughs,
Rolls in to wreathe with circling foam away
The flutter of the golden moths that haunt
The star's one glimmer daggered on wet sands.
So beautiful it is to wake at night!
Imagination, loudening with the surf
Of the midsummer wind among the boughs,
Gathers my spirit from the haunts remote
Of faintest silence and the shades of sleep,
To bear me on the summit of her wave
Beyond known shores, beyond the mortal edge
Of thought terrestrial, to hold me poised
Above the frontiers of infinity,
To which in the full reflux of the wave
Come soon I must, bubble of solving foam,
Borne to those other shores — now never mine
Save for a hovering instant, short as this
Which now sustains me ere I be drawn back —
To learn again, and wholly learn, I trust,
How beautiful it is to wake at night.
poem by Robert Nichols
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On a night sky
On a night sky
~
How quiet, how still
This countless hour
We lay together in silence
Peering through the open window
Upon a cloudless star lit sky
How peaceful the world now seems
My eyes fall to your face
Half lit in the soft glow of night
Never before have I seen anything
As beautiful to my heart and soul
I hold all you are in my hands
Feel your lips against my own
As though such feeling will never end
And that the beauty I look upon
As endless as the night sky itself
Silent, still, effortlessly beautiful
More than I could ever express
Here we lay together tonight
Looking upon our own sky
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Beautiful Night
Beautiful night, how the stars, they so clearly shine
And the joyful moon how it mirrors back my smile
Oh, beautiful night, you're good to a heart like mine
Oh, beautiful night, you've made this long road worthwhile
Beautiful night, glow of the city behind me
Smile, I, with my heart at peace and my mind at ease
Oh, beautiful night, tranquility sets me free
Oh, beautiful night, I dream of moments like these
Beautiful night and all seems so right with the world
Questions come later; decisions, future doth hold
Oh, beautiful night, for now I watch the sky twirl
Oh, beautiful night, I wait for light to behold
Yet, in the stillness of evening I dream these dreams
That the beauty of this night is all that it seems
poem by Danny Speicher
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Moon Girl
sometimes it seems the night will last forever
sometimes it seems that darkness always falls
a dark star woke you up and with a dark star, you go to bed
you're sinking slowly into the deep
you wonder if you ever touch the ground
where you would walk through sparkling spheres,
on strangest drugs and without fears
you feel just like a little girl
and all your dreams lie frozen on the moon
you left them ther some time ago
but it ain't true that you don't need them anymore
you are so beautiful, you are so very beautiful
don't give up , kill the pain, don't start crying again
here it comes, here it comes, the golden handshake of life
you are so beautiful, you are so very beautiful
keep the faith, stop to fight
and walk out into the night
you're so strong, yes you are
reach out for your star....
even those who are afraid to live
they're dying some day
sometimes it seems that silence crawls all over
sometimes it's hell inside and hell out there
your heart is nothing but a haunted place
is that you in the mirror?
you're all alone inside a world
full of confusion and of strange alarms
and though your courage left you long ago
it doesn't mean that you don't have it anymore
song performed by by Alphaville
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Wake Me A Song
Out of the silences wake me a song,
Beautiful, sad, and soft, and low;
Let the loveliest music sound along,
And wing each note with a wail of woe:
Dim and drear
As hope's last tear;
Out of the silences wake me a hymn,
Whose sounds are like shadows soft and dim.
Out of the stillness in your heart --
A thousand songs are sleeping there --
Wake me a song, thou child of art!
The song of a hope in a last despair:
Dark and low,
A chant of woe;
Out of the stillness, tone by tone,
Cold as a snowflake, low as a moan.
Out of the darkness flash me a song,
Brightly dark and darkly bright;
Let it sweep as a lone star sweeps along
The mystical shadows of the night:
Sing it sweet;
Where nothing is drear, or dark, or dim,
And earth-song soars into heavenly hymn.
poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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Lullaby
DAY has fled to the west afar,
Where no shadows or sorrows are;
O'er earth's radiant western rim
God has gathered the day to him.
Hush! the river of night is here,
Flowing silently, cool and clear,
With its mystical thoughts that throng
And its silences deep as song.
Babe of my bosom, sleep;
Tender, sweet blossom, sleep!
Hearts may ache
While the long hours go creeping;
Hearts may break
While my baby is sleeping;
Never wake,
Though thy mother is weeping;
Babe of my bosom, sleep!
Sleep! the silence is all around,
Save the sighings that are not sound,
Where the wind in the branches weaves
Mystic melodies through the leaves;
Or the far-away murmurings
Like the stir of an angel's wings.
Only night is about us now—
Child, the earth is as tired as thou.
Babe of my bosom, sleep;
Tender, sweet blossom, sleep!
Hearts may ache
While the long hours go creeping,
Hearts may break
While my baby is sleeping:
Never wake.
Though thy mother is weeping;
Babe of my bosom, sleep!
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Darkness Of...
Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...
poem by Suniya Garg
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No Star I Can See
There is no star,
Which I can see
From my window...
Boundless darkness
Is here in the
Chest of night.
The painted sky,
I saw in the daylight
Now is wiped away
As my last poem
I wrote but made
it vanish from
The page, because
It couldn't tell
The blank story,
Of my desolate
Life...no star
Still is visible
From this window..
Someone has spread
The melted pitch
On the road of my
Moped sky..I stare
And stare all night.
The caged breeze,
The starless sky
And night, none can share
My loneliness, I know
They are no living
Persons like me...
But, they can drown me
In complete void of
Sea of utter darkness.
One star can do this;
Only one star......
Thru my little window,
It's flickering light,
Can fill my dark room,
With its heavenly touch!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Every Dream
why must she never see the jealousy come down on such timid eyes at night
why must everytime i fall asleep only to dream of you
why must every night i wake at night in tears just thinking of you
why must every night i relive your departure when i say i moved on
why must i know this now when all along you've been in my heart
why must we relive this lie i know it will someday end
why must i wake every night to calm myself with a bare blades
why must that day never come that i can sleep without seeing your face
poem by Joshua Burckhard
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Spring
Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again !
(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet.)
Wake up again ! The sky was crystal clear,
And washed quite clean with rain ;
And tar below my heart stirred with the year,
Stirred with the year and sighed. O pallid feet
Move now at last, O heart that sleeps with pain
Rise up and hear
The voices in the valleys, run to meet
The songs and shadows. O wake up again !
Put out green leaves, dead tree, put out green leaves t
(Last night the moon was soft and kissed the air.)
Put out green leaves ! The moon was in the skies,
All night she wakes and weaves.
The dew was on the grass like fairies' eyes,
Like fairies' eyes. O trees so black and bare,
Remember all the fruits, the full gold sheaves;
For nothing dies,
The songs that are, are silences that were,
Summer was Winter. O put but green leaves!
Break through the earth, pale flower, break through the earth !
(All day the lark has sung a madrigal.)
Break through the earth that lies not lightly yet
And waits thy patient birth,
Waits for the jonquil and the violet,
The violet. Full soon the heavy pall
Will be a bed, and in the noon of mirth
Some rivulet
Will bubble in my wilderness, some call
Will touch my silence. O break through the earth.
poem by Lord Alfred Douglas
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The Waking (1953)
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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Beautiful Day
its years since you've been leaving
the places we were born
i wake up i am receiving
a sign of your return
you gave me one good reason
to wait until you come
i'm waiting and i'm dreaming
were drowning in the sun
a beautiful day and a beautiful night
you drive me crazy when you hold me tight
i live my life so slow and
i'll walk while you will run
i slam the door behind me
the same way as you've done
the flowers you've planted
are growing in the light
they're waiting in the backyard
i visit every night
song performed by by X-Perience
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beautiful Day
its years since you've been leaving
the places we were born
i wake up i am receiving
a sign of your return
you gave me one good reason
to wait until you come
i'm waiting and i'm dreaming
were drowning in the sun
a beautiful day and a beautiful night
you drive me crazy when you hold me tight
i live my life so slow and
i'll walk while you will run
i slam the door behind me
the same way as you've done
the flowers you've planted
are growing in the light
they're waiting in the backyard
i visit every night
song performed by by X-Perience
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silent Night...
Silent night, our discovery night
When concentration was limited to our world
The passion was embraced by the night
And we spoke our minds without a spoken word.
Silent night, our wanton night
A night of sneaky, invisible touches
Your touch illuminated an emotional light
Especially your sweet, silent smooches.
Silent night, when we had our sweet fight
How could I forget that sweet harassment?
When your kisses took me to a greater height
And your embrace gave me a life imprisonment.
Silent night, a night so long
We interacted with just our hands
Your full-lips tickled my searching tongue
With your smooches, love confirmed my plans.
Silent night, our special night
It wasn’t by money, but by might
Crying in silence, we were drowned in delight
With silent kisses, we maximized our silent night.
poem by Vyktor Ekott
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Ancestral
The star dissolved in evening—the one star
The silently
and night O soon now, soon
And still the light now
and still now the large
Relinquishing
and through the pools of blue
Still, still the swallows
and a wind now
and the tree
Gathering darkness:
I was small. I lay
Beside my mother on the grass, and sleep
Came—
slow hooves and dripping with the dark
The velvet muzzles, the white feet that move
In a dream water
and O soon now soon
Sleep and the night.
And I was not afraid.
Her hand lay over mine. Her fingers knew
Darkness,—and sleep—the silent lands, the far
Far off of morning where I should awake.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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Sweetie, Moon and The Sun Moving Strangely!
Sweetie, Moon and the Sun moving strangely!
Since I travelled far away working for a living
Busy when the hot Sun rushed through the day
I failed to pick flowers for sweet Sweetie
Sun gave the night to the cool moon
But the moon is too slow in the sky
Slow when thoughts go to my sweet Sweetie.
Tonight I want to sleep so that I don't notice the darkness
Dark outside and dark inside my heart
Because sweet Sweetie's presence would have brightened it
But I see emptiness of sleep in darkness
Not filled by my books and work
Sleep is fleeting like snowflakes, untouchable
As my heart desires my sweet Sweetie
How lovely is sweet Sweetie when asleep?
I pray that the moon will push the night
That the sun runs slowly during the day when I am busy
That the moon moves faster at night to lessen desire
Desire for her welcome hug and kiss
When sweet Sweetie comes to her place in my arms
The Sun and Moon should stop in bliss!
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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I Miss Home and My Sweet Sweetie
Every morning I wake up in this place
I think of home, familiar home
At home I would wake up to the sound of birds
Then do familiar things during the day
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
Every morning I wake up in a strange bed
From breakfast on through all the day
I remember my sweet Sweetie
Wondering what she could be doing
I miss home and miss sweet Sweetie
Yesterday morning I went to the lake
I touched the water without excitement
I wished I was touching my sweet Sweetie
Or even bathing her
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
This night I am late to sleep
I am thinking of my children
But I desire my sweet Sweetie more
Because touching her is my desire
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
I will wake up in the morning
Having dreamt of my sweet Sweetie
Because she is on my mind even now at night!
I know I think of her day and night
I miss home and my sweet Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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Letter To A Dream Named Anna
My dear sweet Anna,
You are like a dream come true, but I fear that you are just a dream. A dream I had one night so long ago. How I wish that you were real to me for I could devote the rest of my life with a woman like you. If I had the world I would lay it at your feet. A woman as beautiful as your self can only be a dream. All my waking hours I dream of a lovely lady like you.
I would fly you away to my arms if I could. I have not the means to do such a thing so you remain a dream. A dream I wished I could have, but I have to face reality each day knowing you are so far away. I am hunted by your spell over me. You are a dream that I wish never to wake from. For if I were to pass away in my dream, I would die a happy man knowing an angel loved me once.
To hold and kiss you would be heaven divine. Your lips are perfect and sensuous. Your eyes are warm and welcoming. Your face men would die for. Your hair is so perfect and neat. You are so sultry and sexy only to be found in a dream. What else could any man ask for? I am but a mere mortal touched by an angel for you are like a wisp of the wind. You can be felt but never touched.
You are too lovely to be a lone. Any man that would pass you up is a fool. How I have prayed and wish you were real. How I wish you were that dream that came true. How I wish that when I wake from my dream I saw your lovely face looking back at me for then I would know that I have truly died and went to heaven. I would know that all my prayers are now answered. O’ what a lovely day that would be, but you are just a dream and I am awake now.
dreams
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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The Nightmare
The job
Waking up when you’re fired
Leaving office when you’re tired
Reaching home when you’re wired
The shadows of the day mired
The horror
That concludes a day’s strains
And the anxiety
That follows the soul’s trail
In the darkness full of pain
The game
Caught up in the middle
With nowhere to go but the centre
With nothing to do but playing on
For a reward that is peanuts
The highway
Taking the paths of worries
Feeding on a meal of anxieties
Buried in a grave of pity…
WAKE UP, WAKE UP from the night mare!
The sunrise
And it is no longer dark
Rain fall
And the land is no longer dry
WAKE UP, WAKE UP from the night mare!
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Light and Dark
Yes, You are Dark
Like the Darkness
of the Night
And Yes, I am Fair
Like the Sweet
Moonlight.
Yet the Moon
And The Night
Co-exist
Together...
Complementing
Each other -
With their shades of
the Light and the Dark.
Brushing each other,
Like the soft caresses
Of my Fair Fingers
On your Dark Skin.
And one such
Moonlit Night,
I'll be the Moon
And you'll be the
Night -
Making love to you
With your consent,
If I might.
The light of my
Effervescent Love
Igniting -
The Inhibited Passions
In the Dark Dungeons
Of your shadowy life.
Flooding you with
Vibrant colours
So Bright -
As Beautiful
And Celestial
As the
Skyline Rainbow
And Eternal...
As the Ethereal
Moonlight.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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