Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Midnight

Its 10 minutes to midnight,

Im standing in the cold

With my warm coat hugging me

As I’m engulfed by the darkness.

 

Its 9 minutes to midnight,

And I’m gazing at the stars

With blurry vision

As i remember my lost friend.

 

Its 8 minutes to midnight,

I’m remembering the times where

I sat on the sill seeking comfort from the stars

As I wished I could have the courage to fall.

 

Its 7 minutes to midnight,

I smile looking up at bright Venus

But frown when I look up at

The burnt out north star.

 

Its 6 minutes to midnight,

And I close my eyes,

Embracing the privilege of

Being warm on a cold night.

 

Its 5 minutes to midnight,

And I remember the cold summer nights I had,

With unfamiliar faces,

So different yet we became so close.

 

Its 4 minutes to midnight,

And i feel a wave of guilt rush over me

As I remember my plans to prepare myself

Why did I have to do that?

 

Its 3 minutes to midnight,

And all sounds are absent.

No birds, no cars, no people

Just me and my unsteady breaths.

 

Its 2 minutes to midnight,

And I’m here

And your here.

 

Its 1 minute to midnight,

Silence.

 

Its midnight.

Its all going to be okay.

Request permission to use this poem
Written by
guerrilla_poet
15
Published
Mar 13
Lines·Words
39·217
Notes

14/3/26 01:09 Not my best poem but I wanted to share the memorable night I had.

Tags
#poem#night
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell guerrilla_poet how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write