Night does not just blanket the world in shade,
It's when writers eagerly pen and erase
When scholars discuss the findings they’ve made,
And artists dance, and paint, and scuplt, and trace.
It’s when down the dejected tears cascade,
Anger rages through a heartbroken face,
When madness makes sensibilities fade,
Jealousy reigns o’er a terrorized place.
It's when a man has eyes for a young maid,
And these lovers find magic in embrace,
And longing anxious lips does passion bade,
In a hearts flutt’ring and romance’s chase.
Nighttime does something that denies the day,
It beckons emotions to come and play.
Author notes
This is based on a philosphy that I have about the night: The nighttime does something to people, it beckons the emotions to come out and play.... That night brings out and amplifies the strongest emotions in people- whether its of love or sadness, anger, jealousy, happiness, etc. The best conversations are had at night, the most passionate romances, the saddest feelings of defeat and self worthlessness- all brought out in the night.
Written November 14th, 2006
A contest entry
- "Anything Goes!...Well almost...kinda....sorta....uh...." by islekine.
600 points, ended August 12, 2007, 31 entries
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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this is great and nicely written
wonderfully pen and read nice also -
Very well done...
In finalist list...so far.
Thanks!
*PEACE*
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You're language and poetic skills are so good it almost sickens me haha. Good writing.
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