Best Graveyard Shift Poems

The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay,
her skin dead cold but lovely white.
The lighting -it was over-bright,
He loved work best alone at night.
With corpses he could have his way.
The lighting - it was over-bright
above the table where she lay.

Written June 19,...

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I used to complain about having to work at night on weekends.
Everyone was having fun but li'l ol' me.
Some years back I had an epiphany on the matter.
Suddenly, I had time to cash my check AND pay my bills!
Then, I might possibly catch a movie,...

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ghostly figures dance
diaphanous dresses swirl
in the pale moonlight


it’s the graveyard shift
on the eve of Halloween 
we’re in good spirits!

10/10/17

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with eyes only half aware
Of life and its warnings,
Lifeless and blissless hours of emptiness,
Hours that never end,
Hours of yawning and stale...

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He lounges behind a desk in a late night vacant foyer
Answering calls, making log entries, and filing papers
The dark hours slowly leaking from his tenuous life

The phone rings and he repeats the same weary greeting
He issues information to faceless enquirers
Hanging up, sipping his coffee, he...

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I will never work the graveyard shift
Because elementary students are not awake all night.
My charges whom I persuade and uplift.
They bring me all kinds of happiness and light.

My husband worked the graveyard shift
For about a year, once upon a time, many years ago.
We had two...

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An angel an evening.
To my counter they come.
I take their money. 
They take my time.
The genuine cost lying somewhere between.

An angel an evening. 
An art museum.
A zoo. 
To look but not touch .
To touch but lack feeling.

An angel an evening.
The rat race slowed for sodas...

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Almost awake they come dragging in, at daylight they are zombies ready to leave
                        Gallons of coffee is never enough,the hour before...

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