Midnight Poems - Poems about Midnight

The alley shivers under broken light, puddles cradle forgotten stars, midnight forgets to weep....

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First, remove the eyelids— they hold too much fiberglass. Grind streetlight into gunpowder, cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk. Take the sidewalk like heretic communion, metal-flake wine, asphalt host. She blinks razors. Stars break in her clavicle. You don’t touch her—you calibrate. Banana fingers, bruised and humming, plucking vapor off the fencepost. Storm-laced teeth. Voice as hinge, breath as cordless vacuum throat tightrope over a cheap motel dirty...

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Is lost to the waking world In a land of eternal dreams A wasteland of bones n broken souls Beyond the point of no escape A world past midnight A twilight time of the last hour A land infinite and in between The moments of revelation Reality, as souls pass midnight A new realm, unknown, n unseen...

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In the hush of dusk when streetlights flicker alive, obsidian sheet metal catching dying light, A black Chevy Impala – Detroit steel poetry in motion. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore, All angles and attitude, chrome catching moonlight like silver promises. This ain’t just transportation – this is transformation. V8 heartbeat rumbling beneath the hood, Speaking in tongues of combustion and...

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when we’re are children we are not aware of right or wrong there are no ultimately wrong people, just good people who do bad things as a child i watched my friends get married on the monkeys bars at recess, i got rejected during playtime but it was...

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I couldn’t tell if it was day or night something magnificent was happening in the sky it was bigger than my eyes could behold It was larger than my heart could contain it wasn’t the fourth of July fireworks display or Big Ben anniversary held at the river Thames it was a natural phenomenon birth out...

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in the stillness of the night silence hovers and in its cocoon envelops me it could swallow me and i'd disappear it feels like not a soul would notice Submitted on April 15, 2025 for contest YOUR CHOICE P sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 10TH...

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In the quiet of the night, a whisper moves. A spark lights up— soft, sudden… like a muse breathing fire into the dark. The day has faded. Only shadows now. And the wind takes its flight. Somewhere, a soft orange glow— a place where hidden feelings go. Twilight sits there, still and slow. Numb… but aching to be known. Above, in star-filled skies, an attic waits with a long, quiet sigh. And a poet— hand...

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After Midnight … starts the life After one o’clock, the last train had gone My window is open, listening the silent the silence The distant, soft noise of the city…, so friendly I love it, this is the best time for writing. Inspiring night I love this life. Oh, the night. I am driven by the Dark I drink Oh night! Cheers! ...

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Branches like bars separate me from skies birds in flying alight Sung out of this feathered corset — each tongue tight, for night's Unseen way up — alone, lay me down with my unseen streak Their skeleton unlike my wings; God, they sing — Eyes nest nowhere — I remember morning by heart Red chested, I'm blinded by the percussions who can see dark —...

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when stars align tangled in translucent moonbeams my mind is cleared of thought much to my delight gloom and shadows make way to universal insight mantras surface calming to the soul by way of twilight airborne my mind floats ethereal as a wispy feather and i am free ~ in a world of dreams and enchanted streams sleep comes tenderly ~ i'm...

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Flames flickered as the candle’s light Touched the chilling breath of night Shadows danced around with no sound Bottle of ink filled with nightshade Sleeps under the moonlight A quill soft as a dream is held by a figure half immersed in darkness Waiting for the elixir of thoughts As the clock struck twelve With great haste the figure dips the...

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squake the guisely skwallard there’s pudding in the fridge but leave a siley pappledoth for the midnight gobbleditch let it eat a munchinfless and skreel a throbbledue hide and hope the gobbleditch doesn’t then eat you ...

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At midnight I step out, like a shadow in the night, The sky is dark, and the cool wind caresses my alabaster skin, The fresh air smells of freedom, a bittersweet luxury, My skin blooms like spring, with shivers growing upon it. One step. Another. Fragile steps on the path of doubt, I wish to run with all my might,...

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Entry for Write Eight Beautiful Lines Poetry contest Constance La France I walked through the curtain of darkness in the middle of a quiet, beautiful, night Stars sparkled above, in every direction Like a fairy, my soul took flight Home sweet home, people slept, I flew enjoying all the freedom in mind It has been a very long journey, to reach this place where...

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