Night poems is like a magical song that stars sing to us when the sun goes to sleep. They tell us stories about the moon and the stars being friends who give us company in the dark.
The night is a quiet and peaceful time when everything takes a break. The birds are sleeping in their nests, and the flowers are closing their petals. Even the animals are taking a rest in their homes. It’s a time for dreams and imagination.
Night poetry is like a bedtime story. These poems are like secret messages from the night. They talk about the moon and the twinkling stars.
So let’s read some night poetry, as night poems are extra special and they make bedtime feel like a big, happy party!
Night Journey
I wake in every nerve.
I watch a beacon swing
From dark to blazing bright;
We thunder through ravines
And gullies washed with light.
Beyond the mountain pass
Night Mail
By W.H. Auden
This is the night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
Night on the Mountain
By George Sterling
The fog has risen from the sea and crowned
The dark, untrodden summits of the coast,
Where roams a voice, in canyons uttermost,
From midnight waters vibrant and profound.
High on each granite altar dies the sound,
Deep as the trampling of an armored host,
Night
by Anne Brontë
I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!
And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
Night Garden of the Asylum
By Elizabeth Jennings
An Owl’s call scrapes the stillness.
Curtains are barriers and behind them
The beds settle into neat rows.
Soon they’ll be ruffled.
Night Thoughts
By Edward Young,
By Nature’s law, what may be, may be now;
There’s no prerogative in human hours:
In human hearts what bolder thought can rise,
Than man’s presumption on tomorrow’s dawn?
Where is tomorrow? In another world.
For numbers this is certain; the reverse
Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps,
This peradventure, infamous for lies,
As on a rock of adamant we build
Our mountain hopes; spin out eternal schemes,
As we the fatal sisters would outspin,
And, big with life’s futurities, expire …
Frost at Midnight
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry
Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before.
The inmates of my cottage, all at rest,
Have left me to that solitude, which suits
Abstruser musings: save that at my side
My cradled infant slumbers peacefully …
‘We grow accustomed to the Dark’.
We grow accustomed to the Dark –
When light is put away –
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye –
A Moment – We uncertain step
For newness of the night –
Then – fit our Vision to the Dark –
And meet the Road – erect …
‘The Starlight Night’
By Gerard Manley Hopkins
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! the elves’-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies …
‘The Night Piece
By Robert Herrick
Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee …
My Room
I loathe it here
This room reeks of the past
Reduced to rubble
the walls have crumbled
Perfect for a hollow heart
Slumber feels shallow
Escaping will never last
These nights feel endless
Maybe time can heal my heart