After Hours Poems - Poems about After Hours

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...

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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 ...

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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...

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In the darkness it came, no more searching in the light Nothing burning to distract —shadows of delight (Dreamsleep: April, 2021)...

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midnight at the oasis a short stroll on cool dewy grass...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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my favorite time just sitting and watching you prepare for your day a routine that's never old outfit on , unwrapped for night...

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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...

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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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