Midnight Poems
Midnight Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.
I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the unusual,
And I engaged in interesting conversations, about each exotic rare jewel.
My emerald garden was a large one, and it was almost completely sunny,
Like pearly smiles that come so easily, whenever something seems funny.
My job allowed me to work from my home, and this granted flexible hours,
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Midnight (After Emily Bronte)
by Peter Dr Lim
After Emily Bronte
Alone, well past midnight
my heart is heavy-laden
life has lost its laughter
joys have been stolen.
......
In the Ebony Hour
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Long after the burgundy sunset, from midnight to one,
Night bird still sits singing, to the dark oblivion.
In a velvet hour's enchantment, so perfect for dreams,
Exotic blooms grace shadows, in the elegant moonbeams!
The mystic midnight hour, long after yellow happiness,
Envelops in dark serenity, the dreamers yet sleepless.
Days and days of endless green, have now become memory,
Like gay painted daisy fields, at the edge of a century!
Shepherd Lane
by J. P. Ehlert
I watch the midnight fog condense;
On Shepherd Lane I wait.
No stars assuage my solitude;
No winds dare stir so late.
But still I sit on Shepherd Lane
To linger with the dew.
Knowing well you’ve forgotten me,
But still I wait for you.
Midnights
by Everleigh Blackburn
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.
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Midnights
by Everleigh Blackburn
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.
......
Midnight (After Emily Bronte)
by Peter Dr Lim
After Emily Bronte
Alone, well past midnight
my heart is heavy-laden
life has lost its laughter
joys have been stolen.
......
Shepherd Lane
by J. P. Ehlert
I watch the midnight fog condense;
On Shepherd Lane I wait.
No stars assuage my solitude;
No winds dare stir so late.
But still I sit on Shepherd Lane
To linger with the dew.
Knowing well you’ve forgotten me,
But still I wait for you.
Midnight Blooms
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I was a very enthusiastic gardener, who loved being surrounded by beauty,
Like the songbirds that visit cherry trees, with a taste for something fruity.
I adored the familiar blooms, but held a fascinated interest in the unusual,
And I engaged in interesting conversations, about each exotic rare jewel.
My emerald garden was a large one, and it was almost completely sunny,
Like pearly smiles that come so easily, whenever something seems funny.
My job allowed me to work from my home, and this granted flexible hours,
......
In the Ebony Hour
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Long after the burgundy sunset, from midnight to one,
Night bird still sits singing, to the dark oblivion.
In a velvet hour's enchantment, so perfect for dreams,
Exotic blooms grace shadows, in the elegant moonbeams!
The mystic midnight hour, long after yellow happiness,
Envelops in dark serenity, the dreamers yet sleepless.
Days and days of endless green, have now become memory,
Like gay painted daisy fields, at the edge of a century!
