Best Wee Hours Poems

Another eve of another day
shrinks to wee hours;
the only light flashes dim
from a distant lamppost. 

My mind’s contrarily still charged 
with words, chores, lists, sacred places,
mountainous memories,
and then a thought that hasn't visited in awhile…of you.
You, a caricature of your best self,
a demon of strangled...

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The wee hours before the dawn
Small birds join in a chorus of song
A sweet and natural symphony
That makes your heart want to sing

Small birds join a chorus of song
Nature in it's awe, the air so fresh begins to warm
The rising sun, announcing another day
Fresh dew...

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The wee hours of the night,
my kith and my kin -
my own reality
separate.

A time not free from my troubles,
nor their reflection -
a place of self crowded with thoughts,
yet finally free from others, and others'.

The hustle and bustle put to rest,
there remains only quiet -
music if...

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the cigarette is finished
I can postpone no more
my wrestling with the night
pills referee my fight

tomorrow will be daylight
on fresh fallen snow
I will write
with a dead twig
on fresh fallen snow
then throw the twig
into the open back
of a departing garbage truck
that leaves tired tire tracks
on fresh fallen...

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In the wee hours
of the night
Inspiration strikes
as the Muse
makes a call
to my being
It comes
in a flash
and leaves
just as quickly
only meandering
for a short while
I get it
all down
with an ease
that is mind boggling
and I smile
at the pleasure
that it
brings to me
as morning beckons 
...

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In the wee hours 
My queen walks alone
Tonight my
Lonesome whittles
I bring it all to you...

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It's the wee hours of the morning,
And the rain is drizzling down.
It makes the air all fresh and clean,
As I walk the streets of town.

Although July is ending,
It's damp and cold tonight,
And there's no moon to light my way.
The streets are lit by street lights.

A...

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In the middle of the night, I can hear your sigh.
Shouting to those who stare outside the azure sky.
Your scent instills to my soul a feeling of calm. 
Away from the abyss, reality at the edge of a chasm.
It's approaching from the insights of time;...

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In the wee, wee hours
From a deep, deep sleep,
I was jolted upright
By a clueless creep.

For he dialed my number
And my phone did blare;
So I grabbed it quickly,
Wondering who was there.

As my heart was pounding
And I prepped for grief,
I awaited news
From my slumber thief.

But he left...

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Dark is the night when the light fades;
Wee hours creep slow in hazy mist;
Moon beams aid sight as cold air trades;
Draught in dark show in lonely gist.


Dark fills the time as sleep comes round;
Wee hours now cast a distant feel;
Moon aura chimes in drowsy grounds;
Cold...

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What succeeds the pain when my soul has suffered all it can?
Why does truth lure like a fire on a far distant shore?
When wisdom cleanses what ignorance soils,
why, in the sweet, sad hours of mourning, do healing tears stain?

Why is my spirit chained for the...

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in the wee hours
of the morning
i love to watch the sun
stretch its arms lazily
as it thinks about
rising ever so slowly
and the october leaves
so sparse are fluttering
in breathless anticipation
for a few warm rays
to caress their dorsal fins
and underbelly



AP: 3rd place 2022

Submitted on October 25, 2018 for...

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Heed sweet and sour
The late wee hours


Note silence speak
In falling peaks


Devoid of voice
In hush of noise


Listen to calm
Spread a cold balm


No one around
In sleepy grounds


Night flings nocturne
In sleepy dunes


Here as I lie
Drown in sleep sighs


Wee hours slide slow
In eerie glow


World in deep grip
In dreamy trips




Leon...

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In the wee hours of the night
I sit in my little corner nook
Looking out my window 
Pane…
Loneliness engulf me while
I sit all along in solitude
In my own little corner
Nook..
Vex by  sleepless nights
Mind idling with wild
Thoughts...
Running through my head
As I wait for the dawning
Maybe than...

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