After Hours Poems - Poems about After Hours

After Hours Stroll

Midnight  boom town  streets have this allure
imagining an uncanny venture
eavesdrop veil surround but dark as coal
how I love my after hours stroll

Secret worlds unfold their impish plot
mesmerised entanglement a tiered whatnot
black crush velvet  sky we must extol 
how I love my after hours stroll

Gilt  fantasies that  float across each lane

After Hours

Deep in the night

I lay awake, alone-

Thinking of your touch as light-

Tempted to pick up my phone


Craving you by my side

To keep me warm;

Wrapped in your hide:

Sheltered during the storm


Your hands are cold 

But lips are hot against mine;

Chin hair on my cheeks that you hold, 

While cracking smiles and laughs sounding fine 

After Hours

It is now eventide at the museum,
Myriad masterworks line the walls, 
Elated crowds no longer pressing,
In rapt thrall of beauty and color!
Art awaits once more being beheld,
On a night of porcelain moonlight.


Written on 10/30/2021
For: BITE SIZE POEM no25 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

After Hours

In the darkness
it came,
no more searching in the light

Nothing burning
to distract
—shadows of delight

(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)

After Hours

midnight at the oasis
a short stroll
on cool dewy grass

After Hours

When the sun makes the hills its grave

And the moon comes out to play

I sit and reflect on what happened that day

That week

Or even that year

Then the clouds sweep me up 

And wipe my tears

I jump on the sky

And swing from the stars 

I pull on the moon

And dance on mars

And it is every night

The Cold Felt After Hours

Deftly you travel,
Be it ice or air,
Through atmospheric panels,
And liquid guard rails,
Days with no beginning,
Seasons with no end,
From the moment you began skating,
To the second I turned my head,
Own eyes lock indefinitely,
You leave your arms outstretched,
While mine entwine instinctively, 
My callousness leaves you disheartened,
So you break our gaze,
And I return to my blindness,
Yet even as

After Hours For Emily Dickinson

After Hours

After hours-  
After the final checkout- 
After the library's final close-
Forever is too long- for a poets repose-
 Go ye there, Emily- 
In this line -And not that one- 
Not with regular mortals-
Inclined to caskets or crypts to die-
Yet abscond ye there- 
Through a clandestine portal-
And forever- on  library shelves lie-
And one

Cat At Reece Fair After Hours

After hours, Maud, ginger cat,
Goes through O in fence:
No nonsense. 

Goes to roundabout, 
And sits there on still car.
Becomes calm...

Tail around, 
She does not study her environment.
She is like a totem as she waits for silver dawn.





3/20/2015

After Hours Jazz

girl from Ipanema
soft and sweet
coming out of the speakers
wee hours of the morning
girl sitting beside me
on the bed
crying
she always cries to this song
ergo, that’s why I play it
still crying she takes my hand
places it where she likes it
takes the other one
places it where I like it
on her breast
softly I begin unbuttoning her blouse
she always wears

After Hours

AFTER HOURS
Dudes in duds broken down brims 
cocked and bent creases in trousers 
when thugs were gents 
People with attitude women too 
demeanor and outfits like 
Ebony's front pages
Dudes in duds broken down brims 
Money on backs eyes watching 
the eye's of watchers 
Entrances and exits.
Wink or nod jazz in smoky 
rooms groomed and manicured.

Llets Party After Hours

after the show or play
come this way
there's places
you can meet a new faces
where they hump
and bump
all thur mdnight hours
 you get a funky
lover showers
LETS PARTY AFTER HOURS

After Hours Time

my favorite time

just sitting and watching you

prepare for your day

a routine that's never old

outfit on , unwrapped for night

The Zoo- After Hours

The monkeys called together all
Of the animals in the zoo.
There are tigers, giraffes, lions,
Lizards, zebras and rhinos too.

They have an enormous party
After the people have gone home.
This happens every single night
When the animals are on their own.

The tigers love chocolate ice cream,
Lizards always play with the skunk,
rhinos dance the waltz and  tango,
While the monkeys

After Hours

The night the wind...blew
The sky turned grey from blue
As birds felt free fond of a feeling
Their feathers often knew

To such a night I give a smile
Flowers dance for a while
Before the moon illuminates
The sun descends in style

The soil combs it's grassy hair
A chlorophylic perm is rare
Sly, smooth, and still the night owl sits
With sober eyes

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