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‘Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day.’
Write a poem with this as the opening line. What imagery comes to mind from this line – and what further themes could be explored from there?
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Whispers that come in the night Often carry further than those whispered in the day.
Is there some deep dark secret? Is there some nefarious plot? What is this dark dread? Why can I shake it not? Is it imagination Making my fears come awake? Why do those whispers at night Make my whole body shake?
Shadows cast in the night Often scare more deeply than those cast in the day.
The clouds cover the stars The clouds cover the moon But the shadows of night I wish would leave soon For they cover the movements Of the creatures of night They hide all the demons That give me such a fright.
But the sun gives its light Often exposing the whispers and dispersing the shadows.
I long for the sun To shed its bright light To give truth to the whispers To chase the creatures of night To take all the dread To bring hope for the day “Goodbye whispers, goodbye shadows.” Is what I hear the sun say.
Whispers that come in the night Often carry further Than those in the day That’s why I wield a flashlight To turn the light off Form barricades Of pillows Double-check That that pile of clothes Isn’t a body Or an intruder That no one else Lies in my bed That’s why I sleep on my side Less open Less vulnerable Than on my back Like a Helpless Little Turtle Against A Predator That’s why I scan Every inch Of trees Through my window Watch every car Pass completely And know Where everything is Around me That could be Used as a weapon If I needed it That’s why I’m scared Of the dark
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day.
Thoughts that can filll me with fright often pervade my soul causing dismay.
Feelings that encompass my brain like gaslight often skews my thoughts into disarray.
daylight brings hope daylight brings new daylight brings daylight and the whispers go away
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day.
They’ll whisper to each other in the shadows, eyes flickering in the moon’s midnight light.
You listen with open ears and eyes, using your ears since the night is dark, blinding your other senses.
You feel around for something to hold, something to steady yourself in the black void you’ve fallen into.
But nothing comes. Nothing to grab, to hold. You’ve gone cold, searching for something. Anything.
Everyone knows the feeling when something chuckles into the darkness, laughing at your weak attempts.
“You’re weak,” it says.
And you believe it. Because things that crawl in the night don’t lie. They’re just as real as the things you see and hear in the day.
Whispers that come in the night, often carry further than those in the day.
Secrets born in darkened blight, would burden you with great dismay.
Oaths that I had sworn to keep, Creeping in, take hold of me.
Vows I fucking had to break, will break me up, I hesitate.
…for a moment… in that moment… I find out that…
this dawn was a lie, another twisted fucking shadow in disguise.
It’s true, but you can only smell all of the dead flies. I can’t prove it, so be careful, don’t compromise.
So when the aging clock bleeds, we will tell, the hours pouring down, “I’m sorry and be well.”
And once this pain is finally over I should see, That I’m the one who fucking caused all of this misery.
Every promise fall like ash, If I could catch them all I swear to you, I’d fix the past.
If I could find a way I know I’d make it back, But I fucking know that this last breath just won’t last.
Like untold nightmares, we will keep this to ourselves, hang it up and place it neatly on the shelf.
Check it daily to remind you this hell, Before you walk away just always say farewell.
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those during the day, wisps of leftover nightmares lurk seamlessly between shadows murmuring dark lies from forked tongues in the failing foundation of an aged wallpapered mind, too many shades of yellow give strength to those whispers from the night before like ghostly reminders carved into the walls, the doorways and barren landscape
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day
Like a planted seed that grows into fruition
Words said in the dark search for the light
Dreams that are made in the black of night Turn into hope in the light of day
What’s said at dusk echoes into the sky Rising with the break of dawn
Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day
Whispers that come in the night often carry further then those in the day The whispers that come in these nights Will help carry your worries away A lover you love the most of all Will have a whisper that carries you home A whisper to your lovely loving lover Will let them know they don’t love alone A lover’s midnight whispers whispering Can be louder then all the screams Because two lovers whispering in the dark Are made up of hopes and dreams When a lovers soul wants love and affection Their soul ask with a wisp of a whisper When a man and woman love with their souls She can’t wait for her man to kiss her If your blessed to have the whispers of a lover To carry your soul through the night Remember to love your lover like no other And shine upon them with your hearts light
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