Short Wee Hours Poems
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Sleepless and cursing the powers that be,
Tossing and turning in wee hours, me.
But what's the use in trying to fight it?
One might as well be trying to write it.
Mayhap morning Muses will oversee.
Sunbeam skies be too bright
Total wee hours, spell too plenty light
Every sunshiny days, overmuch a pain
Need be clouds and rain
Dropping the curtain, days to see
Breathtaking, splendor of life's tap·es·try
Low battery
In the wee hours of the morn
She was torn between two pillows;
Pure ecstasy escalates;
A blinking Indicator become
A disruptive behavior: suddenly
A dishonorable discharge
ouch! sorry low battery.
Form:
Golden moonflower
Rising in your periwinkle sky
As chrysanthemums bloom and die
In bursts of sparkling showers
You shake your head and sigh
Watching into the wee hours
With all your silent, godly powers
As we ignite July.
Listen to poem:
in the wee hours
while the world sleeps
with much anticipation
on tiptoe i rush out
to capture that perfect moment
when the sun arises
first morning rays cast
to greet an awaiting world
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Images of night
Colors of the day
Messages of love
Sometimes tragedy
This is what I grasp
Laughter and tears
Depth of my soul
My heart moves me
To pen my verse
In wee hours
I create
My poems
Night owl
Paints her
World
In the wee hours of early dawn
Beaver moon was shining upon
Spreading her earnest radiance
On the lake that was calm
Her shimmer was silvery bright
Transforming darkness into light
Spilling her numinous beams
She brought so much insight
Ambition hits her normally at wee hours
But effort is all so useless
She disregards every door with unstrained rudeness
People advice for a mechanical practice
But force brings internal cheapness
She wiggles spitting at people's foolishness
Life - a brittle thing
fragile bones hosted a young spirit
We bade you farewell
in a golden circle of love
Softly spun through webs of silk
in the wee hours of the moonlit night
A most fitting companion I’d say
it walked you home in shreds of light
Mindless whispers
circling overhead
while waves
of dreariness
wash over me
stirring
haunting
in the wee hours
of a moonless
sleepless night
Submitted on December 2, 2018 for contest EARLY DECEMBER 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
According to my dictionary
here is the definition of ‘wee’
‘Little, small, tiny, miniature’
--not ‘early,’ to be sure
Yet one o’clock, 2:00, 3:00 a.m.
are ‘the wee hours’
What should they be in the p.m?
Songs
you have
never heard
still reeled in, hooked.
Where did he find them?
This deejay’s setting trends.
Then once they’re hot? It fades.
In the wee hours fiends will listen,
euphoric taking in something fresh.
Pirate hearts synced with midnight radio.
Woke up in wee hours,
Wandered in the garden,
Silver lines stabbed the darkness,
Chilled breeze,
Trembling cold,
In that gloomy morning,
Two birds caught my eyes,
Romancing each other,
Chirping "I love you",
Hugging warmth,
In the hanging nest of
Oak branches.
You asked if I could love you
My heart was ahead of those words
Wonderful chats into the wee hours
Laughter that had me in tears
True, I tore it apart
So bad I wanted it back
I no longer dream of that
What was so good
Is now just a lovely memory
The past, forever gone
Embracing into wee hours
Within a glancing night
Eternities passion
Of interim flight
Resting,a soothing refrain
A menthols touch to each
Tearless adieus
Of Wistful sighs _ _ _
Softening smiles,
A fearless good bye,,
In the wee hours of the morning
I turn easy watching your slumber
Peaceful and content
Cradled in your sweet sense
A breathless voyeur
Soulmates in every life
Forgotten are the lonely nights
When we were young.
Stay with me my romance
Eyes closed
Hearts open
a love Divine.
wee hours of the morn, alone in our bed
silence layered silence, so all was well
a door opened and we were by love led
suffused by sublime scents in body shell
origins of which, God alone can tell
as bliss pheromones in feeble form bred
of this boon of grace, what more can be said
Evening cascades
Distant bright lights --
Sleepless I write
Bedtime stories
Adult word play;
Curious mind stalking
Wee hours conspire
Sleepy world drifts;
Double espresso
My darling sleeps
Glimpses of nirvana;
Haikus converge
Empty taxicabs
Ply lonely routes;
No one in sight
13 Feb 2014
Singapore
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
In the wee hours
the muse taps me
on my shoulder
How ‘bout some music
‘fore the night grows older
Music to stir the soul
music to loosen the ink
to make my pen dance
To put a smile on the page
no matter the hour or age
Those wee hours of the morning
Are absolutely amazing
When everyone is asleep
Not a soul to make a peep
It’s marvelously divine
But to be awake by nine
I may want to catch a few winks
Then trust caffeine to fix the kinks
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~CAFFEINE INFUSION~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2022
Silence is the snow's
in cold, wee hours of morn
Christian savior, he is born
though we humans do yet mourn
__________________________
Nearly 100 inches of snow has
fallen in Buffalo, NY from mid-
November through Christmas.
37 people dead (so far) in the
most recent white-out.
O Giver of Sublime Relief
In the wee hours of the morning
You satisfy beyond belief
My every call – long, medium, brief –
However short the warning.
You comfort me throughout the night –
Nothing can mar or spoil it –
You keep me free of fear and fright
Until the new day’s welcome light
Means I can use the toilet.
The light wiggles its way into my eyes
Yawning and stretching I begin to rise
"Surely it must be late morn" I think
While stumbling and struggling to blink
I don my glasses just so I can see
"It's 6 am. Are you kidding me?"
(after watching movies with my guy till the wee hours of the morning, my internal clock
decides to mess with me)
Flashing lights and glitter
In the wee hours of the morn
Strange variety of critters
Walking about the streets
Suspicious characters
Nothing like the daytime breed
Nocturnal creepy crawlers
Lurking creatures of the dark
Till sunrise washes over
And the receding tide
Sweeps clean the streets
Under a most forgiving sun
AP: Honorable Mention 2020