The Midnight Poet Poem by Richard Wlodarski
The Midnight Poet
The midnight poet
Roams deserted streets
In the midnight hour
Searching for lonely souls
Stealing a minute or two
To penetrate the heart
The howling moon
Now beckoning
Monstrous black walls
Stained with dried blood
And graffiti
Art for poet
Moon's searchlight
Casting shadows
Spirits unknown
Souls deserting
Stealthily he walks
Them to their grave home
And shows the secret
My comment from yesterday had gone, I have read this most deserving poem as The Member Poem Of The Day, Hoorray for dear Richard and 5 Stars full Score and much much more. Sincerely, Sylvia
The comment vanished just as mysteriously as the midnight poet. It's been happening to me a lot on PH. But I persevere. It's well worth it! Sylvia, thank you for your heart felt comment!
Heartiest Congratulations for the poem of the day. So happy Richard.
Geeta, it makes me happy that you can express such positive sincerity in your moments of grief. You are a truly wonderful soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:19:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Magnificent imagery, Richard. I had flashes of Midnight Cowboy. Brilliant work.
THX so very much, M.J. That's one of mine all-time favourite movies. It had every thing going for it! I consider it a great honour that you consider tthis poem to be brilliant work. It still sends shivers through me!