Midnights Poems - Poems about Midnights

Midnights Shroud

In midnight's shroud, where shadows writhe,
I struggle grasping for someone anything just to get a grip,
My head hangs low, beneath sorrow's weight,
Tears fall like autumn's rain destroying everything in its wake.
The month is cursed, it feels like a darkened tomb, Where shadows once played and a angel was taken to soon.  As the memories

Haunted Midnights: Part-2

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

Haunted Midnights: Part-1

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

Midnights

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 Obsidian Plague of Midnights

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

Menthols and Midnights

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.

Midnights Warm Blossom Hymn

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

Raining Midnights

Amidst the darkest light 
Sparks of guilt it light 
Surrounded buy a purple Haze 
Blackened Sparks it's night of day 
I miss my eyes my vision views the unlit
 Skies it's dark is fuse I see not 
In front of me for it is darker than it ever be
Midnight so rains free


11/10/21
Written by James Edward

Why I Loved Carolyn Devonshires Poem - Midnights Miracle

 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

Midnights Blue Dress

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

Midnights

 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 

Midnights Doomed Kisses

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

Cursed With These Black Midnights and That Sinister Call

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

Midnights

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

Midnights Call

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

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