Poems by Night

So I'm guessing you like poems. It's in the title, so I don't know why you would click it otherwise. This is where I post mine, please take a look around.

[poemsbynight]

Friend

Loneliness is loud. People speak a language I don't understand- We stand apart And you smile across a crowd into my eyes. Hurling storms, music cries my ears are on fire but you lead me outside. Silence skyscrapers sky- The scenery's alive Sounds under our feet, Windows aflame smoky streets that I could watch alone but without you, it wouldn't be the same.

[arospecpoetrynet]

The Arospec Poetry Network is seeking submissions from arospec (= who belong on the aromantic spectrum) visual artists to illustrate the third issue of its collective art/poetry zine “Don’t Talk To Me Of Love”.

This issue will center around the theme of seasons.

Artists have the choice between directly submitting original content related to this theme, or getting in touch with our members to work in closer relation and illustrate a particular piece of poetry. We accept traditional art, digital art, photography, comics (1 to 2 pages), … You can always get in touch if you’re not sure whether you’re artwork would fit our zine.

Please do not submit more than three pieces at a time, and include titles for your pieces.

All rights will remain with the artists. Since the zine is a free publication, we cannot offer financial compensation.

Due date for submissions is May 30th. The zine should be released in July.

You can contact us and/or send in your submissions per e-mail: [email protected] or through tumblr: @arospecpoetrynet.

[eileenbahar-arts]

They see you in the dark.

[poemsbynight]

Please, Rain, Wash away the blood, Wash away the dark, I want to have a voice of willow, to rush through trees and parks to go where the river flows through thunder and sunlight, from mountain to sea. Please, Rain, Wash away all of me.

[redleafhaiku]

Beyond these scars rests 

a hinterland untouched by 

longing or concern. 

—Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

[floralls]

spring in Japan  by  Jennifer 真泥佛

[poemsbynight]

Boredom

Hands shake. My legs ache from running nowhere. The rain bounces off a dark room with nothing to do. Next to me she whispers And my body quakes I have to run I have to move or I'll have to hear the awful truth. And it seems I tremble at the thought At the idea that I cannot just stop and exist. My body quakes because I am alone and waiting for the voice whispering whispering truths I can't bear to hear.

[silvaris]

Fairy bridge by  Suzanne Gervais

[poemsbynight]

Corpse

Red bath, Red towel, the tap goes drip drip drip They say iron is grey but I smell metal on my fingers and orange water in the drain it flows through leaves into a deep blue sea. A corpse, and its hands go drip drip drip They say you need two eyes to see two feet to walk one heart to beat. And yet black holes stare at a heart in the bath: my heart is iron and stone and here I sit. And my hands go drip drip

[poemsbynight]

I chose to lock up my lonely heart, From a cliff I threw my only key, And now I stand on an island cold, As others search beneath the sea.

I didn't mean for it to hurt, I did it so I wouldn't cry. My heart may be locked, but it still feels The pain as all my loved ones die.

[lifeisverybeautiful]

Meguro River, Tokyo, Japan by Kuniaki Tsukui via TOKYOCAMERACLUB

Cherry Blossom

[areslunaire]

[flatt-soda]

[poemsbynight]

What I will be

Sometimes I stop the mirror isn't empty. But if I look at what I am it seems I can't see. I'm falling further away from me. So I look forward. My voice is the breeze in the grass It will be the trees. My mind is a slow flowing river It will be the sea. My eyes are airy clouds They will be stars. You will see. Listen to the trees. They whisper, soon, I will be infinity.

[hajarnasr]

Why do I feel that d i s t a n c e?

Like I’ve lost my right to return.

Have I really lost it? Maybe I’ve just changed. Or maybe I just need to learn How to fit in again.

Wait, Have I ever fit in before? Not sure.

[stuff-from-web]

[wanderful-words]

I close my eyes hoping to see nothing more, nothing less, than blank empty space. I close my eyes take a quick breath as I see nothing more, nothing less, than a glimpse of your lovely face.

i tend to dream of you more when i’m awake // hopelessly-writtenn (via hopelessly-writtenn)