Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places

Tag: night poem

  • Muse: Windy Evenings and Lullaby

    It has been extremely windy here in Albuquerque for the past few days. The winds remind me of the harmattan winds that blow in Nigeria during the yuletide, although Albuquerque’s winds are more consistent and tend to increase in intensity. These winds carry small rocks and fine sand as they gust by. You must dress…

  • Evening Voices & Hues

    I hear the wind howl through the gapsWhispering, solemnly to the approaching duskI hear your name being sung, by fading rhymeOne hundred bird voices; flying towards sunset Green, and the taste of seasoned vegetablesPurple hues, of flowers and her fragrancesBlack and pink, of waddling pigeons, dressedHuhuhu-ing from the lonely rooftops Orange is sunset, a shade…

  • Stars

    When I wait under the old mango treeI count the glittering stars far awayAnd laying on soft sandy soilI get a better glimpse of the dark skiesThe wind is my guest,She rents her cold self to me,She whispers tunes of natureAnd drag tree leaves to fan me,It’s an evening of quietness and cold,Moments of thought…

  • Night Poem: Feelings

    Starry nightWishes mutualLove feelings

  • Night Poem: Bald Moon

    Misty tasteBald moonshineLonely silhouettes

  • Shepherdlore: Dreams

    Down, down the quiet vale Where skies are always blue, And rivers rush over pebbles And birds sing all day long Live a young ruddy shepherd Who knew the forest And made friends with her dwellers His voice was kind, so was his hands He believed in fairy tales and angels And having it all…

  • Peace

    A tranquil evening is nature’s wayOf welcoming a weary shepherd,Sundown – his thoughtful views heralds,Memories in which trees fiercely danceAnd soft grasses wait where birds fly home

  • The Shepherd’s Muse

    Glad that the night brought pleasant airsThe shepherd lay to relieve the day’s stressCrickets chirp, the night is absolutely youngBut dreams come fast to a weary nomad

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • Night Poem: Rhythm of Hope

    I hear drums echo through the vast wilderness I hear the wild dogs cry out in the early night They cheer the retreating Day in the distance Bright galaxies sweep above to show her a path The drums remind me to play with words, Nature is my song, a rhythm of hope for the world

  • Poem: A Farmer’s Dream

    Night lets the farmer dream on his fields Little crickets hide in cracks on the earth They sing and listen to the wind howl Fairy butter-moths follow candlelight Amazed at the red maiden who was a wild dancer Valleys of ripe corn and golden wheat Are dreams blessed for the diligent farmer, When plates of…

  • Quiet Night

    A silent night from the inside A noisy one out in the wild Nighttime for cricket buzzing Lullaby against a sleepy wind

  • 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…

  • Night Poem: Shepherd’s Song

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

  • 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…

  • Night rain on my window

    Night rain upon my window panes While clouds rumble in protest The lightning picture through my curtains And shadows dance away from candlelight

  • Wait on the Stars

    Night is falling, I wait on the stars To tell a tale or two