Best Dusk Poems
Melting sorrows drift toward tomorrow
when sounds dance in hushed irrelevance.
Sacred seconds are held in creation's tawny yolk
as crystal waves of wind bid farewell to this day's fate.
A single dove darts through cinnamon plumes
in one last dance through heavens gate.
With ageless dreams bathed in honey gold
it wings its way in graceful sway.
How fleeting life might slip from sight
when passion yearns for its beholder.
Reminders linger in the dusk
of mysteries lost and treasures plundered.
I stand this post as infinity spills across the sky
and wonder fills the trueness of my heart...
07/20/2018
Dusk or Dawn Contest
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First Place 08/02/2018
As afternoon fades
and the shadows grow longer
daylight turns to dusk
As daytime slowly comes to end,
and twilight spreads across the sky;
the stars in heavens thus ascend.
As daytime slowly comes to end,
the birds in trees the night to spend,
for in the darkness do not fly;
as daytime slowly comes to end,
and twilight spreads across the sky.
After the sun sets
and darkness blankets the land
lovers start to play
Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land,
and daily chores have all been met.
Please kiss me when the sun has set;
make this a night to ne’er forget;
all night fulfill our love’s demand.
Please kiss me when the sun has set,
and darkness overtakes the land.
As darkness arrives
lovers cling to each other
love the night away
February 22, 2018
Poem of the Day - February 24, 2018
The mellow western sky darkened,
The sea was calm that night,
Yachts tacking across the bay
Towards their appointed piers.
Luminous moon rays shimmer
Over wavelets that bathed
The coloured pebbles
Strewn all over the long shore.
As night slowly fell
I began my walk along the promenade.
A soft breeze was a welcome to all
Especially to the sailors that plied the bay
In their sleek sailing boats
Now tinged in red by the dying sun.
Along the promenade, I met with friends
A few words of salutation
But I hurried on toward an ancient tower
That once stood guard against pirates
That invades the surroundings.
Plundering and taking slaves with them.
The Tower was now a restaurant,
And there sat my love waiting for me.
The breeze-blown brightness of her hair
Seem to invite me to our destined tryst.
She stood up and we embraced,
A soft kiss on her wet lips.
It was a promising beginning
Of our night of love.
Pink Sahara in the sky;
clouds are dunes of sand.
I am watching shadows play
right into my hand.
Farewell, light of day.
Sky, a painted desert rose,
slowly fades away
Dusk
from Dawn,
the sun blinks
as clouds whisper
soft hues of color,
kissing the dark sky with
ever changing silhouettes
purple, yellow and red shadows
distant in blue skies kissed by gold lips,
Dawn from Dusk, the circle of life remains
distant in blue skies kissed by gold lips,
purple, yellow and red shadows
ever changing silhouettes
kissing the dark sky with
soft hues of color,
as clouds whisper
the sun blinks
from Dawn,
Dusk
08/23/15
In my countryside, silent at sunset
Long gone is the stress, long gone is the fret,
Long gone is the need to be so wide-eyed
Silent at sunset, in my countryside
Calm now are my skies with their colors bold
Streaks of blue marry with orange and gold,
My mind long gone astray, as the crow flies
With their colors bold, calm now are my skies
Another day ends on my small hometown
It's old, sunbathed bricks now shading brown,
As dusk creeps in corners, silence descends
On my small hometown, another day ends
Down the sun dips behind my shadowed pines
And so easily now my head reclines,
Watching and awaiting some dreamy trips
Behind my shadowed pines, down the sun dips.
Georgia peach dusk
beyond blue and cloudy skies
a bodacious kiss
won with a Southern accent
a drawl that draws one's eyes up
She got it for her wedding gift,
but she dropped it when she fell off the cliff,
it sank to the bottom of the ocean,
and the excitement caused a great commotion.
From dusk till dawn
they float on the ocean,
from dusk till dawn
they were filled with emotions,
sunrise, sunset
and still nothing in their nets.
They went deep sea fishing in a fishing boat,
searching for the pearl in the Bivalvia's throat,
with cracked lips and scorched backs,
they drift around the ocean,
everyone with great devotion.
Suddenly she bursts out in tears,
and explains how it was so dear.
They dived to the bottom of the ocean,
floating back and forth in slow motion,
life at risk from shark attack,
but she did not care about that.
They caught a hundred fish
but still no sign of her priceless gift.
When they went back to land
she saw a clam moving in the sand
she opened the little clam
and her precious pearl fell right into her hand.
©2013 Christine Phillips
The sun was setting, as it usually does
The town a ghost town, the main street all but silenced
The wind blowing leaves and dreams to and fro
The tension in the air was palpable
The few souls about all peering out shuttered windows
When in from the west, came a storm
Her name was Serena Storm,
They shivered in her wake, the poetess of dead lovers
Then over to the east side, riding in slow and steady
The grim reaper or so it seemed, hollowed eyes
Dead soul and dark mind, his side arm at the ready
The greatest duel in history, right here
In the town of Nowhere
The setting sun reflected of her dark long coat
The last tear drop, falling to its death in the dust
She stared ahead, face blank
Daring, with a glare, shoot me, shoot me, try
He dismounted his horse, called Heartless Soul
His eyes slits, staring down the curvaceous storm pacing untoward
His hand inside his coat, slowly pulling out a mickey
He belted down a shot or three,
In the town of nowhere
They both paced, hands at their side
Closer and closer, the saloon keeper
Not quite sure his bottle would be paid in full
Then as quickly at the sun set……
Vaso drew first.
The finest long black quill one ever saw
His other hand dropped his bottle
Magically a writing pad appeared
Serena drew second, pen at her side
The color of blood, and for good reason
She too tablet in hand, putting ink to paper
As they both furiously wrote
In the town of Nowhere
Hearts were murdered
The meaning of life was hanged not long after
Love was beheaded
The main street a river of blood
A storm of tears washing away crimson desires
An empty vassal, Vaso’s insides already dead
Dropping his pen, he pulled out his sword of mourning
The duel to end, as he lopped off his own head
She dropped paper and pen to the ground
She faced down the grim reaper, and it’s he who is dead
The only one to know, his name was Arthur
King of the dark, ruler of lost dreams
In the town of Nowhere
The poetic duel of the century
Both won and lost
Long ago
warmth
fading
at sunset
cooler breezes
evoke slight goose bumps
or perhaps they are caused
by the spectral reflection
of sky colors kissing the sea
overwhelmed by many sensations
dusk evolves slowly in the April sky
I shiver, knowing Holy Saturday
pulls curtains of anguish to a close
remaining awake to see dawn
tapping Resurrection’s hope
wrapping my weary heart
sensing salvation
as Christ rises
Easter morn
love brings
joy
*For Nette's first contest theme “Dusk” and “Touch”
4/25/2011
by Carolyn Devonshire
Once a Goddess of Evening
I miss the placid lavendar dusks
tinged with cerulean mist
and watching spiders
weaving gossamer into faint
whispers of evening
How I would dally,
dressed in velvet and pearls
dangling emeralds on
golden swirls to
entice new tomorrows
into this sultry,
waiting world
Published in PS: It’s Still Poetry Available on Amazon
A red sun, pooling like a drop of blood,
coagulates at the edge of darkness.
And the night flows like a shadow, a flood
black as pitch, inking a seamless starkness.
A gilded moon, like a pitted gold coin,
beams in the sky as a beacon of light.
And like swarms of flashing fireflies, stars join
quasars and pulsars, twinkling in the night.
Dawn frets like a nervous actor offstage
practicing, to introduce the sun.
And as a gossamer breeze turns the page,
morning shimmers, like a web, freshly spun.
And the sun rises, a golden balloon
afloat in the air like a songbird's tune.
How often I have watched the sun descending into dusk,
and dusk, absorbing sun, exudes bright flavors for the eye.
It's eye candy, often variegated, splendid in its hue.
Those hues, dessert at end of day, sweeten with succulent delight.
What delight in skies of mango, cantaloupe or marmalade,
a marmalade of tangerine with raspberry mixed in!
Sometimes in vanilla skies are Crème brûlée or honeyed gold;
golden dollops of meringue above a lemon ball of sun.
Other times, sun lies concealed by clouds in chocolate skies,
or chocolate with the purple-gray of poi in cotton candy wisps of pink -
pink or bright red cherry heavens, sometimes luscious plum -
that plum reflected in blueberry seas; what treat in watching dusk!
As dusk inks ebony skies,
stars unveil their timid light.
And a bleeding sun feigns death;
as shadows merge with the night.
Cotton-candy clouds cluster;
edged in magenta and grey.
And as night's curtain descends,
darkness dims the edge of day.
Merging with body and soul;
myth and reality meet.
And fairies sprinkle dewdrops,
to cool the lingering heat.
Creatures of the dark awake;
to a world that's very still.
And silence screams its loudest;
as Nature bends to its will.
In winter’s dusk so hopeless and forlorn,
a new bird's song burst forth; it gave me pause.
Though earth and heaven both had seemed to mourn
in winter’s dusk so hopeless and forlorn,
a sanguine melody that night was born.
I pondered but I could not guess the cause!
In winter’s dusk so hopeless and forlorn
a new bird's song burst forth; it gave me pause.