Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Category: night poems

  • Night Sings

    The wind whispers a melodyThe skies whirr alongNight flies buzz in the darknessThe moon may grow to a big fellowFloating effortlessly up the night cloudLike an evening mist in a dark worldLetting all things and time vocalize,When my silly heart hum in love

  • Bright Night

    The gorgeous galaxy serenade the earthA shooting star skips singing a ballad of loveThe night is bright, filled with lovely memories

  • Night Poem: Twilight Event

    there are so many stars out here, this night they quiver in this painfully cold twilight some hide behind the trees, their peace felt the clouds must occur in chains and courts but abundant stars kept eternally silent so I lay, to attend to this personal incident, to admire elegance, lovely vision – one terrific…

  • Sound of Dance

    I heard the sound of shuffling feet As they moved on the dry grassland So I waited for the style for tonight Lost in the musical earth, Of grassy turns, faded sighs, A generous puff of midday wind, Trapped in a box of an eager heart

  • Night Poem: Stars Glitter

    The cold night calls Stars glow up the skies Picturing many tales Stories only told by sight, So the Shepherd feels all From his fluffy bed of wool

  • Good Neighbour

    Our first neighbour is our environment – the air we breathe, the food we take in and the natural things that we see around us. Daybreak is her garment She dresses with flowers, Sings with voices sweet & soft And flirts with her helpers Good neighbour, fair nature, Flirting wind, green paradise Favourite aura, great…

  • Peace

    Bird songs, butterflies, and sun rays,Fruits of peace from the sanctuary, Nature’s gratification to all mankind

  • Love Poem: She

    she wears pleasant flowersand bakes cakes of fine flourwhen she sings in the morningmy heart dance with her song

  • Love Poem: If

    Your pretty face reminds me of the sun,When she rose from the back of many hillsDragging her gold blanket before farmsSo if I am to paint a beautiful museI will imagine sunrise over wheat fieldsAnd imminent evening when birds fly home

  • August

    august is a beauty, an aura and energy like a robust apple on the calm sun ripe august is a feeling, craving for winning past songs, no regrets the verge of an onset

  • Serenity Is Vitality

    Serenity Is Vitality Not everybody appreciates a loud and garrulous setting. Let’s assume that people are apples. Accordingly, we come in different hues and sizes and so do our likes and dislikes. The differences become the leverage, our various flavours and uniqueness. I adore relaxed and silent settings, especially the beautiful countryside. It’s strange to…

  • Pause: Listen and Watch

    Pause Listen Sometimes the wind speaks, The birds sing as they fly, And the rivers throw up sounds Insects display incessant zithering, Rainfall is the beat of the rooftop, And woodpecker’s pecking is a rhythm Pause Watch Sometimes trees draw with dropping leaves, The sands are her drawing board, The crickets burrow on the sand,…

  • Count Your Blessings

    Life is the greatest gift It’s worth more than gold, Silver or their equal Life’s turns and twists May bring chaos or reward But each night of survival Is one blessing counting

  • Muse: Love Song

    Dear, If I said my mind, everything won’t matter, Your eyes glitter in this warm embrace We create love by exchanging poetic vows, You always make me write a love song

  • Night Poem: Shepherding

    Shepherding, Smell of fresh fodder And dusk

  • Dance With The Wind

    Won’t you like to dance as the tree leaves do when the wind drifts past? Don’t be shy, let burden, toss your hands in the sky, and have some fun Tree leaves sail on the wingless breeze They swerve and scatter at the winds bidding Birds are amused at the strange flyers Who had neither…

  • Muse: I’ll Go With You

    Muse: I’ll Go With You

    Green trees may turn grey Life may be sweet or sour Day and its hosts, rise & fade But I will go with you Wherever the wind leads

  • Living Life & Having Life

    Oh, unlucky folk, those clothed in costly coats, In dire metros, wandering noisy, busy, tricky streets, Their wares, cars, & belongings, amassed aloft, Yet life proceeds somewhere far away, in lush modest Villages where thrives no anxiety but odds and faith

  • Memories By Vanny Onuoha

    Pleasant Evening Well, it’s an exciting evening here. It’s cold without, but I bumped into young talent. So she writes a muse I will love to show you guys. Ladies and gents, here is Vanny Onuoha’s first published work. She’s a Nigerian teen and a budding poet. What do you think about her work? Memories…

  • Poem: The Brook

    Pollution to the Human Mind I do think that living in large towns for a long time can constitute pollution to the simple human mind. Each time I return to the countryside, I feel a mix of vibrant and enthusiastic energy. Living in dry cities drains me fast. I could try to live in one…

  • Quote: Light

    The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it

  • Lover’s Tryst

    Shadows of trees cast upon earth Evening birds call to wandering day It’s time for lovers to meet for a tryst

  • Night Poem: Silence

    Silence is not the melody of night Lingering moon, dawdling owls & crickets Emerge to begin the circus called dusk

  • Wade

    I wade through this slow current,Touch of loose sand on my feet,And many songs of the wild forestDrop lyrics that get me elate

  • Bridges

    What more is marvelous, To bring cultures together, To bring worlds to an embrace To bring land over water?

  • Break The Silence by Njabulo N.

    Police Brutality Police brutality is a disaster. It’s quite unbearable to watch the ones we entrust with our lives and protection evolve into civil nightmares and agents of dismay. Sometimes it seems that people do not have rights anymore. While there are global protests against police brutality, little is done by government institutions to address…

  • Night Poem: Nightfall

    Don’t Overthink It My favourite time is nightfall. It is time I get to assess and summarise my daily activities and productivity. Here in rural and semi-urban Africa, it’s time for reflection and rest, even as people prepare to sleep. Sometimes the reason tales are told in the village square is to help people relax…

  • Moonlight

    I behold the nightfall across the dark blue clouds I watch evening carry desires of men waiting to unfold I enjoy the sensation of the imminent weekend Drums of merrymaking sound miles off, Cackling, singing, every bit of mirthful noise However, the shepherd sits to enjoy his time alone I hear deep-voiced frogs calling out…

  • Dear Starry Night

    Dear starry night, This quiet and lonely friend of mine Here comes once more my fable Passed to me by a surge of the wind And the waves of the breezy ocean The stars whisper; Dream one more time, dear shepherd Consider the lilies that grow by the roadside For they care only for the…

  • Muse: Splendour

    The swift surge of the evening air Compares not to your amazing smile Your glittering teeth, the splendour of my soul

  • Night Poem: The Messenger and His Gong

    Kokookoroko kokorokoro A greeting calls from afar, Children ran out excited As if the message was for them But then, who knows? Heads up, let’s listen Kumkum korookom Another beat rings out Pushing the mild hit Into the ears of the heaviest village sleeper ‘Oh how cute, it is the King’s messenger’ ‘A tall and…

  • Stars

    I tell stories of many trees that live far away in forest shelters, Away from harm, that blesses man with delightful airs and nights, That tells of hope in every lovely dream for all that seek tree rights

  • Night Poem: Hope

    Hope are stars glowing, Lined up dotted heavens It’s gold hidden in the cloak Only to wait to be unveiled

  • Hurricane by Nicole Coventry

    I read this excellent piece, and I fell in love with it. I should share it with you. This is from Nicole Coventry’s poetry book The Chaos of Letting Go. I had mistaken you For the sea For sunshine And soft sand But you ended up Being the hurricane That destroyed me

  • Poem: When Tree Leaves Fall

    Tree leaves dance when they fall, trembling quietly Brown leaves, some dull in red and lighter green All manoeuvre in the same direction of the wind When bold leaves fall off the branches They twist and sail through the wind Some set up leisure, settling on the moist below Sailing off, noiselessly to other stream…

  • Night Poem: Peace

    A tranquil evening is nature’s way Of welcoming a weary shepherd, Sundown – his thoughtful views heralds, Memories in which trees fiercely dance And soft grasses wait when birds fly home

  • Old Poem

    I like to think that the stars had seen it all—the beginning of life and the present. The stars are always up there, day and night, and they have seen a lot happen on earth. They have witnessed government regimes come and go; kingdoms rise and fall, and all we can ever imagine – known…

  • Amuse: December Cold, The Hill, and Two Foxes

    December Cold Once upon a cold night, Trees knew little peace When a strong wind swept by, Slippery was the grassy pathways Leading to the small village But many won’t risk it outside For the wind was growing to a storm “What do you make of this cold?” A grey-furred rabbit broke the silence His…

  • Inspiration by Franklin Onuoha

    In this lovely piece from Franklin, my Nigerian friend, I could hear the echo of my voice. Well written poem. The sound of hooting owls The chirping of the crickets at night The calm breeze that massages my skin after a hectic day The acrid smell of harmattan The torrents of rain that make musicals…

  • Night Poem: Shining Stars

    Joy emerges as the cold evening mist, Love as glowing stars across the firmaments Dressing the night with glittering dots To impress on all pleasant moments

  • Night Poem: Shepherd’s Song

    Shiny stars, still evening, Smooth, breezy companion, A shepherd’s lonely hymn

  • A Night Walk in The Forest by Robin Bliss

    The darkness gently enfolds us Rugged up against the cold air “Stay together”, says our leader “We don’t want anyone to get lost” Entering the dark mysterious woodland Torches lighting up the way “Look over to your right”, she instructs Her beam focuses on a bird Asleep perched high up. A Boobook Owl flies silently…

  • Night Poem: Dark Night

    Thick fog lay siege, blinding the stars, Now clouds black with looming night Grant the moon to lead the journey As the soft wind sang a languid tune

  • Night Poem: Sounds of Water

    Your love is a balm to my heart Like an elixir, it refreshes my spirit For each time I lay beside waters quiet, Streaks of golden sunlight retreat When sounds of water splash – a dulcet

  • Autumn

    Autumn plays a game of colours Warm are painted trees and land Sweet are songs from her lovely birds With those two, she gave benevolently

  • Night Poem: Call

    Ever heard birds call out To the fast-falling night Across the glossy horizon As the setting sun sink? Ever waited for sunset To bring in pots, Take out warm mats And wait for moonlight? Slowly night falls here So ends the noisy day

  • Night Poem – Starry Night

    One night, two flasks, A room full of mild wind, A grey paw-licking cat, And a naughty parrot A story rising off the kettle As it goes on with its whistle Two tablespoons of sugar, Lettuce, beans, and cucumber, A very confused dinner Bat parade, Early night, coming cold A gust of breezy wind But…

  • Muse: Rendezvous

    I’ll wait, By the stream path Where road parts Gather beneath The baobab Where all life began

  • I stand beautiful – Poetry

    Memories fade, distanced more Yet apart we wade, off Tears are part of the roles And distrust has become one too Your words still cut through I’m assured that love went wrong I was rock but you made me gold So I offer this little flower token In appreciation to your absentia love I always…

  • Distract me with love – Poetry

    Tell me an amusing story One that drives sorrows away Laugh at me or with me Sing a song, hum a slow lullaby Pull my ears and call me names Let’s ride on a train to Utopia Grab my hands let’s elope To fields wild as a writer’s mind Call my name, bring me back…