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Colm Nov 2019
Why
A more simple man builds a more complex house
But as for me and myself, I find
That I will never be content with myself
With my motives and mind
I am ever at odds with the person who I couldn’t be
That is why I will always try
There's no sense in comparing yourself to that which you will never be. The lack of comparison is what should make you YOU!

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
The crush of shells beneath warm feet
The whirr of petals above the September streets
The cooling feeling of evenings alive
The Moon over Atlantic eye
The hint of lingering sand everywhere
The smell of wicker seats in the morning air
And the scent of steaming shrimp to eat
Mouthwatering dreams and memories
And everything bread mixed by the sea
How these fragrances linger here in my everywhere
And make me want to be we again
With you in this place, still there
Easily one of my favorite places on URF.

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
No paint speaks for me
My favorite words fall utterly short
And I, no song could ever be you
And yet I can see you here
Before you are known
Before you exist in this world of mine
I can see you as if you were in present time
Just as if you were already mine
Sometimes all of the venues you use, the methods of communications and expression, fall incredibly short. Which is life I guess.

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
When I used to think about you
It was was with the warmth and intrigue of a friendly fireplace
The distant respect of a nightlong star in the bright sky
But now it is only the cold ash and glowing cloud
Which consumes my night in the direction of you
For you are no longer in mind of mine
And I am no longer am to you
Memories do fade. Thank God. LOL.

From the Midnight Wood Series
Jake Welsh Nov 2019
Pan whispered something in my ear
a secret mumbling i couldn’t understand

maybe a message of love or hate. couldn’t imagine anything else

sometimes it’s hard for us to talk out loud
things we want to say but keep inside
a desire to share but not offend

mumbling whispers might just be
the best compromise we have
from "midnight" 2018
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Maggie Nov 2019
A promise of love
To the moon, and back
A circumnavigation
A travel, an exploration

A rocket ship
A short trip
Guess your moon was just on the corner
You said to the moon and back, so congratulations on seeing the moon.
Dhimss Nov 2019
She called him, close to midnight,
his hello thawed her damp heart.
She stood silently, gripping it tight,
her knuckles, close to white.
She stood waiting some more,
unwilling to put the phone down, cut the call.
She heard a rattling breath followed by an "are you there?"
Tears fell fast as she said "forever and beyond"
She willed to give him,
a second chance.
i ve tried a narration within a poem... not very confident about it, a feeble effort, if it made you smile, please lemme know :)
Ken Mears Nov 2019
Death rides at midnight

Filling the land with blight

He casts a frightful image

As he rides through the village


His frightful scythe gleams

Wet with the blood of unrealized dreams

The cold, hard metal

Is uncaring enough to unsettle


Beneath his dark hood

Lies nothing good

Only the husk of a man

Who signals the end of a lifespan


His skeletal horse

He rides along his dutiful course

Whinnying as he stops

To **** the farmer's crops


Solemn is his duty

To take away life's beauty

Unbearable to a living man

The underworld's ghastly helmsman


The pistol is his herald

In his black cloak appareled

Weapons of war

Bring him to the door


His job is made no easier

Nor and breezier

By mankinds love of violence

Or vile fraudulence


All the thousands of young souls

Lives lost without completing their goals

Brought to a swift end

By Death only to attend


Death rides at midnight

Filling the land with blight

He casts a frightful image

As he rides through the village

Searching for souls to pillage
breeze Nov 2019
As I’m standing at the balcony
While the city is asleep,
I’m the part of cosmos’ alchemy,
Facing meaning of the deep.

I’m not lonely in such atmosphere,
No need longing for the speech
As I feel all struggles disappear
While my mind is getting rich.
~
Oh the nighttime
Oh the light moon
Can’t forget you
Felt the wind blew
Made that vibe due

~
I don’t really know how to name and type it as it meant to be the song and now I am thinking of it as a ballad or rhyming poem.
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