After Midnight Poems - Poems about After Midnight

Sun's swimming low diamonds in the waves heart out with the tide lost between a mountain and a molehill Chasing the night sky's got no stars moon hiding high trying to outrun what's been done tires spinning on gravel roads the engine roars filling the space between dead and dying ...

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When your blue eyes Looked at my brown eyes, Like the sky came to kiss the earth With honour during the morning dew on the snowdrops. It makes me want to wish I were your perfume, So you could inhale me every time you took a breath, I'd be going deep into your heart and bones making you smile, I'd...

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MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES! I’M IN A TERRIBLE JAM…. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ At midnight, my stomach grumbled With snacks in the pantry, I fumbled On the shelves high and low, Chocolate cookies. Say no! But tripped on my cat and then tumbled! Toward the fridge I tiptoed with glee, For it holds a treasure trove for me. ...

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Shadow Mandrake loon, mine-mire in your touch of airy witches broom. Silhouette your herbal remedy, dramatic flair for the dramatic melody moon-, child, solar fare anaerobic night-moves felled for an Angelic messengineer, scowl to tell, red, gold,...

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The clock at tick-tock - appears a flower On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Green eyes scan the darkest blue; and brown eyes, On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Fuzzy figures all about the dusk-ing On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Brown spots on leaves; and Autumn wrinkled skin, On the Precipice of the Midnight Hour. Fateful showers begin with...

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This clinging dark not death, not bloom stilled in air. Soft walls resist what dares to come The skin forgets its former hue, Will light find purchase there? A hush before the body breaks, not wing, not wound, but something near... The splitting shell reveals a vast, cold, bright despair....

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In the hush of night, when the world feels still, Marlaina weeps behind the window sill. The stars don’t blink, the moon won’t speak, Her heart breaks soft, yet painfully deep. She holds her chest like it might fall apart, Counting the cracks carved into her heart. Was she not enough? Did she love too wide? Questions echo when no one's by...

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Midnight is like a square. A square patch of grass at midnight. Folds over. Hurts like spirals. Midnight churning and tapping. Weirdness. There’s such a thing as too many midnight moons. I have double vision. Midnight eating away at the feel-good chatter. Spiraling like curtains. Opening and closing. Midnight. Midnight is like lettuce being chopped...

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A kitten in jammies, stitched with stars, perched on top of a bright crescent moon, stares into the night sky The sky is quiet, the world looks small from up high She’s wrapped in dreams, away from it all. The moon, her cradle calm and bright, her eyes slowly drifts into the night She sips her cup, says “Good...

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DEBJANI MITRA Free verse MIDNIGHT CHIMES (COLLABORATION WITH DEBJANI MITRA) This poem is an English translation of one of the beautiful Bengali poem of PS poet MALABIKA RAY CHOUDHURY Midnight chimes unveil in cascade, glances of your shimmering face engulfing me in a transient dream... As if you never went away! As if I didn't wake up to see you're gone! As...

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Where streetlights flicker and windows gleam, I heard her heels on dark concrete— sharp clicks slicing midnight air like glass, slender black stilettos dancing on wet cobblestones, her cigarette a crimson flame against a city thick with dreams. Blood-red lipstick, dark gold nail polish, tight black leather jacket clinging to her frame, short skirt spinning with each step, dark hair cascading down her shoulders like a...

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Proud warriors of black and white Debunk the bad extol the worse Your Che Guevara shirts fit tight I’m not a customer of those You cannot take me for a nation Considering the hues I see I’m wrong in your simplification With which I strongly disagree I see more colours of the spectrum Won’t pick the one you use for me I note...

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rest time serene bliss reigns inviting prayer delight heaven opens for talk with God while soul seeks divine peace* *Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. June 29, 2025 5th place, "PICK A PENSEE 2" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Nette...

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