Best Midnights Poems
In Spring there’s friendship that’s lasted through the Winter,
all those cold nights of salted drops and quilts of snow.
The obsidian plague of midnights, melancholic drapes,
but all the while the candlelight of friendship did glow.
you’d think she’s the sun -
i wax and wane in restraints
having lost my way
The flickering of her tongue as she wet our weep with wine.
O how the shadows flickered on the walls as if in mirth.
The slow burn lasted as the wind howled, the chimney choked.
Her wrinkled, waxy skin, a kin to suffering and pain.
each deep etched line spoke
a sticky web of knowing
lips barely moving
That Spring, she showed up with an armful of daffodils,
and silliness, tears stinging her neck, this honeybee.
She understood madness, and the brumal sun. Outliers
could not drink our elixir nor interlope upon our phoenix rising.
cascade of the moon
no longer afraid of dark -
white lacy curtains
Categories:
midnights, friend, grief,
Form:
Haibun
Cursed With These Black Midnights And That Sinister Call
Past midnight, gloomy sky and red flailing moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul
I that had settled here in Castle Rouge, never again to roam,
was cursed with these black mid-nights and that sinister call
Soon that black soul would invade this sanctuary of my weary mind
utterly shatter yet again my long aching heart's brief rest
Waiting for the anguished moans and nail scratching sounds
I sought courage to survive tonight this demonic test
and before dawn dear magnificent sleep my soul thus find
Moaning and chain rattling echoes arrived at my bedroom door
My thoughts turned to her and why she still cursed me so
Had not I gave her my true love and my cherished all
Only to see her in blood-soaked dress out the door go
Yes, my loves had always wept and demanded too much more
In a bright flash through the bedroom door she flew
Willing moonlight shining upon her long , dagger-like nails
I stepped back, again I yielded to regret and abject fear
odors of rotting meat and stingers in her three tails
Pierced my side as scorching hot pain in my mind grew
Nay, never again would I allow her these great strikes back
And smile of victory her new black heart so dearly sought
For in my hand, was the dagger of my stone cold truth
with the ring of relief my blood had previously bought
Stabbing in deep, dagger stopped her in her evil track
With that anguished and screeching cry she flew away
giving rise to the glory of sunrise and newborn hope
Today I recall - that evil beaming from her cold dead eyes
and her death- the night I hung her with a new rope
For darkness in my burning soul had always held its sway
Past midnight, gloomy sky and flailing red moon begged to fall
A dark figure stared upward chanting curses at my home
No sleep tonight for great evil sought my desperate soul
I that had settled here in Castle Rouge, never again to roam,
was cursed with these black midnights and that sinister call
Robert J. Lindley, 8-15-2016
Written with Poe in mind and based upon his presentation of seeing through dark glass and finding light dimly fading.
Fading with just enough glow to stir man's imagination, seeking spirit and need to solve mysteries in life.
Categories:
midnights, art, conflict, dark, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
Believe me when I say
I have never been this far.
I fell in love with midnights,
Counting every star.
With you by my side,
Our fingers interlocked,
We owned the night
Under a clock forever stopped.
We drink coffee
And tell each other our dreams.
We are raw with ourselves,
Poking at the seams.
Believe me when I say
I have never been this far.
I fell in love with midnights,
And you with all my heart.
Categories:
midnights, feelings, love, night, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
Midnight came like doomed fates
And your eyes refused to see
into your self
What coulda been
So broken was the flesh
Not even a scream ever dared thunder forth
from perfect lips
too busy in a war of kisses
Categories:
midnights, girl, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
sneaking away
just for one night
to be free from all the
chaos
and be surrounded by
midnight talks
midnight kisses
and the stars
that could not shine
half as brightly
as your soul
Categories:
midnights, beautiful, best friend, boyfriend,
Form:
Beneath a welkin
Adorn in slender shimmer
We stray apart
Yet stride together
You promenade
In The tide
As i jaunt the dry
No need this night
Just shy of midnight
To touch in familiar ways
This night,tonight
We stray apart
Yet stride together
Categories:
midnights, love, passion,
Form:
Free verse
SUMMER NIGHTS QUIET BROKEN BY THE SOUNDS OF VOICES
SOFT WHISPERS BREATHED BETWEEN LOVERS
WAVES LAPPING AT THE SIDES OF BOATS THE WIND WHISTELING IN THE RIGGINGS
I CAN ALMOST FEEL HER NOW
THE FIRST TIME
OUT ALONE IN A CAR TOGETHER
DREAMS SOMETIMES DO COME TRUE
EVEN WHEN YOU’RE WIDE AWAKE
SOFT SKIN GLISTENING IN THE MOONLIGHT
HER EYES SLEEPY
BUT EVERY PORE ON HER BODY SCREAMING AND WANTING
AND ME NOT KNOWING WHAT I WANTED TO TOUCH FIRST
BUT TOUCH I DID
AGAIN AND AGAIN
AND THAT NIGHT LIVES FRESH IN MY MIND
AS I LIE BESIDE HER WATCHING HER SLEEP ALL THEESE YEARS LATER
Categories:
midnights, angst
Form:
MIDNIGHT’S BLUE DRESS
Midnight’s blue dress -
modem of her physique,
molded immodestly,
married to monumental
destiny of desires,
elongated as if clinging
to an Amazon warrior.
Blue dress props up
her spectacular breasts,
high and mighty, tinged
with reckless success.
Mortification of the madonna.
Fabrication fraught
with embellishments,
bells and whistles of gold
stitched like chains
into the hem she must wear
in eternity’s flamboyant furnace.
Ferociously blue, lips tremble
and pout, pretending to bleed.
The triple X dress sways
in ebb and flow of the mastery sea,
blowing holes in seasoned captains
who dread the siren’s revenge.
Presidents and dictators fall
at her knees, sliding their beggaries
over velvety weave, thoughtless
to her treachery - they make believe.
Midnight’s blue dress invitation
squashes them all, as
she looks on from the cliff
where eagles ogle their prey.
Ejaculators* best blindfolded as dusk calls.
12/28/2019
Blue Dress Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausin
*other than the obvious meaning - to utter suddenly and vehemently
Categories:
midnights, evil, lust, power, sensual,
Form:
Verse
The thickened veil of midnights fall
The Silent dance of shadows
Within my desiring flesh is called
Of lovers heat
And draped off tongues
A Fired song of want
Through swollen lips
is sung
Time trickles down in steady ticks
Across her pale chilled skin
Our souls explode in great display
As Burning life and dawns rebirth Begin
We Fall together as autumns death
Pooled by tides Of flowing breaths
We then Awake in our cages
strung by fear
The call of midnights Passion blinds
Through this wilderness of life
Midnights call is all I hear
Categories:
midnights, angst,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Horses and nature I have always reveled in;
when I read “Midnights Miracle”, I remember
feeling so sad in the beginning that this horse
could not be found. I was certain that it was
gone forever, never to return.
I read on feeling for the owners of this beautiful
black horse. Elation set in, when I read that she’d
had her foal. She was looking for a place to have it
safely and found one. Mom and baby were clearly safe;
what a happy moment when she was found.
Carolyn had written on many subjects here at AP
and she’s always been generous with comments and kind.
A very talented poet and a wonderful individual, cordial and loving.
I was so sad to hear about her passing, but I
know that she’s in a better place. Her poetry
will live on in our hearts and I know she will
in her new life. May she soar to lovely heights
of heaven.
Carolyn's Poem: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/midnights_miracle_256099
8-19-2021
Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry: An Uncontest Poetry Contest
Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
midnights, dedication, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Decorative flowers,
Sensual as rain,
In Midnights,
Warm blossoms,
And hymns,
Stars mingle,
In the candles warm,
Dress,
Kisses,
with their quiet tears,
Find solace,
And sanctuary,
inward caresses,
Sublime brows,
Rugged elegance of leaves,
Within,
Tender embrace,
Of lovely boughs,
Stillness of nightingales,
Sighing our hymn,
To our moon
Reynaldo Casison
Categories:
midnights, art, beauty, nature, princess,
Form:
Lyric
Midnights
At the stroke of midnight,
The world falls silent and still.
The moon shines brightly above,
Casting shadows that chill.
The stars twinkle and dance,
In the night sky above.
A gentle breeze whispers secrets,
Of lost dreams and love.
The darkness envelopes all,
As the city sleeps in peace.
Midnight is a time of reflection,
A time for thoughts to release.
In the stillness of the night,
I find solace and grace.
Midnight is a sacred time,
A time to find my place.
So as the clock strikes twelve,
And the world is quiet and serene.
I embrace the midnight hour,
And all that it may mean.
Categories:
midnights, beautiful, beauty, city, good
Form:
Rhyme
the clock pointing to midnight
the walls are coming closer and closer
i’m going mad
my biggest fears begins to rule over my mind
scared of my own thoughts
scared of voices that tells me to die
i would put my hands on ears
and close my eyes
the paper says “i’m depressed”
stuck between haunting midnights
a fight between life and death
have no clue where i shall seek shelter
Categories:
midnights, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
in quiet of the nights
his demons comes out
and begin to rule over his mind
attacks are made
wounds re-open
and bleeding doesn’t stop
as he confront his demons
with his head high but knees on the ground
memories, promises
failed dreams, enemies
and 19 years of life
flash before his yes
everything start to pull his nerve
with screams so loud, a cursed man’s curse
his house is his grave
and there are cries in his silence
begging for help and lord’s forgiveness
Categories:
midnights, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
I think it was because you noticed the things that weren’t very important.
My favorite movie, the brand of cigarettes I smoked.
You were observant
You made me feel as if the sun would rise again the next day, light would come, the warmth would spread across my face..
And that would be okay.
Categories:
midnights, adventure, anxiety, crush, cute
Form:
Free verse