Patrick O'Reilly

Rookie (1988 / St John's, NL)

Patrick O'Reilly Poems

1. Song Of The City 3/4/2006
2. Promises 3/11/2006
3. Song Of The Outport 3/13/2006
4. The Soldier 3/14/2006
5. These Broken Bottles 3/15/2006
6. The Only Girl In The World 3/19/2006
7. Sketches Of The Widow 3/22/2006
8. The Last Spike 3/23/2006
9. And Here I Was Background Noise 3/27/2006
10. My Memories Of A Townhouse 3/30/2006
11. Dirge At Work 4/3/2006
12. Avenue A 4/8/2006
13. Minor Bridge Song 4/16/2006
14. Our Moment In The Sun 4/17/2006
15. Question 5/4/2006
16. For Kristen 5/24/2006
17. Midday, Gwb 6/5/2006
18. Poverty Cove 6/7/2006
19. A Silent Love Song 6/8/2006
20. Right Hand 6/28/2006
21. Saint Dunstan (If I Ever I Was Tempted) 6/30/2006
22. Newfoundland Song 7/17/2006
23. James Dean Fanclub 8/6/2006
24. Boxes 8/12/2006
25. Now I Sleep In A Basement 8/21/2006
26. The Clouds Over Our Heads 8/23/2006
27. Ghosts 8/27/2006
28. When I Grow Silent 8/28/2006
29. Going To A Funeral 9/4/2006
30. The Future 10/1/2006
31. You Ain'T Finished Yet 11/15/2006
32. In Your Car 11/16/2006
33. Isolation 11/17/2006
34. I Feel Guilty Tonight 11/18/2006
35. 'Suffer, Lover' She Must Have Said 7/27/2006
36. Bill O'Brien Is Going Home 7/29/2006
37. Perversion To The Max 7/18/2006
38. For Leslie, Early One Morning 11/19/2006
39. The Sky 4/26/2007
40. Dead Flowers 4/26/2007

Comments about Patrick O'Reilly

  • Sallie Howson (6/23/2007 12:43:00 AM)

    have saved one of your poems to my favourites list so i can come back and peruse the others at will.....great reads

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Best Poem of Patrick O'Reilly

3am And It's Quiet

It gets quiet at 3am.
The bedsheets are wrinkled and rolled back.
Another half empty cup of coffee,
Another crumpled sheet of paper.
Elbows on the table, head in hands.

It gets quiet at 3am.
The only sound is the calm traffic in the street below,
And the late-night infomercial.
A breeze shakes the drapes.

It gets quiet at 3am.
I rub the sleep from my eyes and look out the window.
The streets are a ghostown, lonesome
And soaked in the early morning wet.

I'd like to lay down forever,
But it gets too quiet to sleep.

Read the full of 3am And It's Quiet

3am And It's Quiet

It gets quiet at 3am.
The bedsheets are wrinkled and rolled back.
Another half empty cup of coffee,
Another crumpled sheet of paper.
Elbows on the table, head in hands.

It gets quiet at 3am.
The only sound is the calm traffic in the street below,
And the late-night infomercial.

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