Late At Night: Comments
Late at night when most people are sleeping,
I lie awake..watching the shadows in my room move across the ceiling
As if they were children playing outside, letting the hours tick by
Continuously staring into space, in search of a place to rekindle my last,
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Congrats on your poem being chosen for today! !
A creative composition that captivates. Well done my friend!
Nice poem. I think it's well written. Keep up the good work.
Very effective repetition of 'late at night', I find. 'The cadence of notes from a piano two doors down' is a striking sound image. I too stay up late at night.
Well written. The catching of silence undoubtedly tells of promising poet. Thanks PH for selecting this one.
Beautiful conception, , ,10 In a company, the nights prove to be enjoyable in your absence, they trouble I struggle hard to brush your memory aside but, I am unable to decide Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta
A nice poem, but another POD by a poet who hasn't posted in over a year. I am curious as to how these selections are made.
It was also chosen on this same day exactly one year ago. That has happened several times lately (more often than not) . I think maybe when nobody at PH takes the time to select a POD, the computer automatically selects the same one from the year before. I have seen the same poem selected for as many as FOUR years in a row on the same day!
You've talked here about my curiosity too, Kelly, about how POD selection is made. A poet who is contributing regularly and keeping this site alive and kicking, deserves, albeit without compromising quality standards, more than the ones who have been silent over a year.
Great imagery. The result of loneliness. When there is silence everywhere you listen a sound. Very well crafted, cleverly worded poem. Enjoyed from start to end. Congrats for POD.
Late at night, when thoughts gather and involve and threaten and embrace, is the time which is so well described in a balanced and beautiful poem.
Every heart in love has a late night story. I loved this late night story. Cingrats!
Such a fine imaginative poem of the day, Kimber.. Congrats for being chosen....10+++
similar feelings of everywhere- Late at night I lay in bed, thinking about various things Most times, I can't keep track of everything // Late at night dark did not come to me sleep went to moon eyes wandered lonely into the forest breath danced before the owl hands and legs played handball and football lips stayed on the cup of coffee but I was a phantom on somnambulist ladder ....................
An evocative, well cadenced poem, which I enjoyed reading. I too like staying up late at night, listening to 'all the different sounds' and 'the cadence of notes from a piano '. You convey indirectly an apartment block, 'two doors down'.
Good poem, that was me last November, but now I sleep like a baby.
Loneliness is often accompanied by delusions of one kind or the other. The atmosphere is full of mysticism and suspense. Nicely portrayed. Thanks.
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8/2/2025 5:37:13 AM # 1.0.0
Our coiled up thoughts uncoil late at night when we can see and hear many things that we usually do not see and hear at other times.