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The Hell

Jyoti KalitaMarch 6, 2020

The Hell written by: Jyoti Kalita @inkandpoesy Darkest hour of night Profanity spits on addiction For the murder of Summer vibes Somber flicker Rays of ...

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A Clear Midnight

SpillwordsFebruary 16, 2020

A Clear Midnight a poem by: Walt Whitman This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, ...

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Marmalade Cat

Angel EdwardsFebruary 4, 2020

Marmalade Cat written by: Angel Edwards fat old marmalade cat with golden eyes slinks through silky black night hallways fur on his back slowly sta...

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Frost At Midnight

SpillwordsNovember 17, 2019

Frost At Midnight a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud—and ha...

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Midnight Walk

Ann Christine TabakaNovember 16, 2019

Midnight Walk written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris It was around midnight, but isn’t that usually when darkness plays its evil hand? I cou...

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Spooky Festivities

EugeniaOctober 24, 2019

Spooky Festivities written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman @riccikeeper Oh, the wind how it wails a lonely dog howls through the night competing with s...

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Death’s Kiss

Verona JonesOctober 19, 2019

Death's Kiss written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Hanging low in the midnight sky a pregnant scarlet-hued moon bore silent witness to the sce...

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Always You

Aishwarya ChauhanSeptember 25, 2019

Always You written by: Aishwarya Chauhan Outside of the windows The white layer of snow The cold wind blows Temperature is low In our bedroom ...

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That Was Then, This Is Now

Christine E. RayAugust 5, 2019

That Was Then, This Is Now written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 i used to worry that others would finally see the truth of me my midnight ...

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Midnight Moon

John R CobbJune 21, 2019

Midnight Moon written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb Behold, midnight moon Casting nocturnal shadow Vanquished at sunrise...

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After The Stroke of Midnight

Ann Christine TabakaOctober 27, 2018

After The Stroke of Midnight written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris After the stroke of midnight when most are fast asleep into the ancient ...

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Blue Moon

Charlie BottleOctober 8, 2018

Blue Moon written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Midnight embraces ships on dark seas in dark shaded hands it holds them, in silver streaked m...

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Midnight City Mist

RhymeRulaDecember 23, 2017

Midnight City Mist written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula Walking through a midnight city mist The streets are awake as it speaks with its volume am...

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MIDNIGHT CALL

Kabir DebOctober 21, 2017

MIDNIGHT CALL written by: Kabir Deb She called him at midnight Sobbing, not sleeping, which often happened Eye liner she gave now started to flow L...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...