Zoe Nyght

Rookie (September 5th,1988 / Artesia, California)

Zoe Nyght Poems

1. Song Riders 4/19/2005
2. G'Evening, Twilight 3/26/2005
3. Le Trois De Nous 3/26/2005
4. Standing Under 4/12/2005
5. Yous 8/4/2005
6. In Between Daylight 8/20/2005
7. Inside The Myth 9/19/2005
8. La Nina 12/9/2005
9. The Moment Song 4/3/2006
10. Poem-Eyes 4/3/2006
11. Banshee Song 4/25/2006
12. Sonnet (Untitled) 2/14/2007
13. Angel Hair 2/14/2007
14. Salsa Kiss 2/14/2007
15. 'Even Now' 2/14/2007
16. A Dead Life 2/14/2007
17. The Ceremony 5/4/2007
18. What's In A Tube Of Hair Dye Anyway? 5/4/2007
19. Sin Siren 1/30/2005
20. The Fall Of Souls In Winter Burning 10/12/2005
21. Know Me 5/21/2006
22. Reading Writing Rich 5/21/2006
23. At Bay 3/30/2005
24. Heaven In These Limbs 7/15/2005
25. Junk Poetry 2/14/2007
26. Rapid Sound And Light 7/15/2005
27. Artists In The Making 7/15/2005
28. Gorillaz 4/25/2006
29. Penny And A Scratcher 11/15/2005
30. World Hunger 7/15/2005
31. Poems About Leaving 8/7/2005
32. Eyes Deep 4/22/2005
33. He Said: 4/18/2005
34. When I Was A Mermaid. 7/15/2005
35. Another World Poem 3/19/2006
36. Sands 3/7/2005
37. We Are Fruit People. 5/4/2005
38. Canoes And Galoshes 2/1/2005
39. Multifaceted 3/7/2005
40. You And I 3/7/2005

Comments about Zoe Nyght

  • Jeffrey Spahr-Summers (7/16/2005 2:07:00 AM)

    Distinctly unique Zoe! You are very talented!

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  • Lare Austin (3/7/2005 8:39:00 PM)

    Hi Zoe...I've been reading some of the poems you have posted here...They are very good...I enjoy reading them...in all your different forms...you write very well...keep it up...I look forward to reading more of your poetry...thank you for sharing...

    Lare Austin

Best Poem of Zoe Nyght

Big Bug Hands

I reach out a
bright, big, bug-eyed hand to the
World,
whose grasp reflects intense, childlike candor
unexpected and similar to my own.
Our interlacing fingers look the same.
Eager for the attention of one another,
we sparkle glitter in our eyes
and wonder
if we’ve succeeded at being fascinating.




[February 24th,2005]

Read the full of Big Bug Hands

Canoes And Galoshes

The scent of rain makes me feel like

getting nothing done - just lying all day on my goose feather bed
with pen in hand and the soft rumble at my sill -

thinking back to times like (and nostalgia's taking over)

that one rainy afternoon, when me and my girlfriends
dug up an old canoe from someone's garage and thought we could -silly little things-

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