Best Evening Poems
Conducted by the Hands that gave them voice
Sweet songs of evening soothe my weary soul.
Oh, how I love to hear the birds rejoice
As frogs and insects hum adagio.
Each night I sit and watch the sun go down
Accompanied by song that has no score
Each night His orchestra holds me spellbound
That's why each night, I come right back for more.
Yet I am just a simple country boy
These nature songs were my first lullabies
E'en to this day they bring my heart such joy
And on occasion tear these simple eyes
When moon appears to watch the sun depart
My only thought, "My God, how great Thou art."
Daniel Turner
When twilight's spectral fingers fold
Sweet blossoms of every hue;
Some half opened bud will hold
Its pearls of evening dew.
Touched with every sunshine hour
The eternal earth has shown
All the perfume of the flower
Till it finally becomes its own.
We that wait may never find
A chance to sing our praise;
For memories we seek to bind
Take the scent of fading days.
The poet who has never spent
His words in futile strain;
For him the misty dewdrops lent
Their diamonds to the rain.
Unfastened in their fragrant bell
They tell their own dear tale;
Then from the cloud from which they fell
Their haunting scents exhale.
cool evening air
late August signals autumn
colors on the way
Heidi Sands
8/22/24
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Potd : 8/24/24
I wanna be
the mild fragrance
of an evening primrose
gentle and sweet
beneath your sheet
Cluster of petals
which bloom
pink blossoms
to wither softly
into your sleep
Tell me...
What is the colour
of your night ?
Do you need me
by your side?
Let your window
slightly open
Call the wind
to breeze me in
Let your candle
slowly burning
Feel me swaying
deep within
Tell me...
What is the colour
of your night?
Do you need me
by your side?
Don't be lonesome
Don't feel blue
I will always
come to you
Perfumed scent
wafting your way
till stars birth
first dew of day
And when the sun
sets once again
its last flame
upon the stream
I slip slowly
'neath your pillowcase
Evening primrose
in your dream
Whisper hello to the evening
~
Autumn echoes call your name
through valleys painted tangerine
Beneath a slowly setting sun
of twilight promises serene
Feel these winds of deep affection
quivering upon your heart
Whisper hello to the evening
as the daylight does depart
Chasing dreams in silent shadows
neath a moonbeam’s shimmered dance
Soft reflections so alluring
silhouettes in true romance
Sit with me this velvet meadow
while the stars enchant the view
Kiss me soft of endless wonder
know this love I have for you
~
Good night Soupers
The snow wafts gently down
Softly and quietly coating the ground
With a silence so loud
Blankets earth like a shroud
Trees hold snow laden boughs
My steps as I walk make barely a sound
I take this path alone
Pondering certainties that are unknown
The twists that living takes
Mistakes we sadly make
The tears for loving’s sake
The many ways which our love hasn’t grown
Lamps aglow light my way
This beauty conflicts my heart that’s so gray
Now I wish you were here
But instead my heart fears
As our love disappears
I’ve pushed you away and there you will stay
This snowy evening stroll
And I realize your love feeds my soul
I beg of you return
So much we need to learn
It’s for you my heart yearns
Without you my darling I can’t be whole.
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January 7, 2018
Written for Contest: Rhyme Me A Poem
Theme: A Snowy Evening Walk
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Where to turn, oh friend I ask
I chose to turn to you,
if you'd be so kind.
Though I try hard to describe the beauty
heard by deaf ears, fall so short..
seen from eyes so blind.
Invited by a melody from the stars,
a concert of music makers enthralled-
Their numbers standing before me
cast down to Earth for you and I,
swath of angelic voices recalled.
Whether human beings or beings from a higher plain
I won't hazard a guess, nor confess, nor grasp..
yet still I ask.
Oh, but..
if you were there,
if only in this life., a trace.
heard from these ears
heart lightened in my chest
tears streaming down my face.
If you still don't understand, I understand
if you're troubled, please try to see
I'm trying in vain, so you must
imagine emotions evoked in music
a limited engagement, mimicked..
by a lone toad from a swamp.
It's me.
Even now try to recount the magic in moments..
turn away, not from beauty nor music, but strife..
hold onto a miracle, a million miraculous moments
in eve of evening..
in life.
Off his leash, he escapes,
diving under a chair.
Through each room of our house,
he darts here; he darts there.
Little scamp can’t be caught.
He careens crazily.
For his collar I reach,
but he dashes from me.
To his food dish he goes,
Ah! My time has now come.
He is back on the leash
and unable to run.
I know our puppy will calm down in time.
We find his toys and bones he likes to bite.
We gently rub his tummy as he lies
beside us with the coming of the night.
Lullaby, Doggie.
Lay down your head.
Sweet dreams for our Snickers
asleep on our bed.
for the Contest: Rock Me Around the Clock or Rock Me to Sleep--
Rhythm Poems
If one evening by chance, You and I were alone
would you reach for me knowing
for You I eternally long.
Would you walk away and pretend these
feelings between us are just a glance
and miss out on what could be for us
a once in a lifetime chance.
Could not the brilliant moonlight tempt fate
and bring us close to one another
not a moment to late.
If one evening I came across you by chance
would you with me dance.
With clouds beneath our feet
a star filled sky with you, would be a treat.
If one evening by chance.
10/28/2014
She wears a gown of saffron silk
bordered with black leaf lace,
the moon her silver circlet clasp
with sparkling stars encased;
she dips satin slippers in the sea,
we her opalescent footprints trace.
March 16, 2022
Bite Size Poem No. 40 Poetry Contest
I fork my medium rare steak
And put it into my mouth
Everything is settled and nice
The evening could not be better
My husband insists I say the prayer
After all, he hasn’t the tongue to speak
I whisper, “God was never there”
And I listen for the slightest shriek
But like God, they are all silent
In unison of emptiness
The little ones eat so little these days, dear
With their silly ipods and cellphones
Daddy will agree in drones
They’re useless little pigs…
All of my children are so quiet
So well behaved—SILENT
You are so well behaved tonight…
I eat them all raw and stare
Daddy always wanted me to say the prayer
But without you…without you there
The evening could not be better
You useless Pig…
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.
Spider’s exercise
Abseiling down silken threads
Moonlight casts shadows
28th September 2015
Dusk jiggles and stirs evening enchantment.
A crystalline glass of intoxicating twilight
in hues of yellow, orange, magenta and blue.
Globs of honey-dipped cumulus floating
and garnished swirls of minty mist rising above.
Every drop is spilling out immense pleasure
that transcends me into euphoric freedom
and my boredom drowns in it as I drink it all.
Date: 01/24/2016
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky,
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk.
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust.
Yielding lavish hues and vibrancy, to gathering dusk,
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
To warmer, brighter, gold days, in the pale stardust,
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
Pretty, migratory birds, are taking the longest flight,
But all the departed will return again one blithe day.
And final blooms of the season, add a cool goodnight.
Exuded fragrances thrill the scene of lovely disarray.
But all the departed will return again one blithe day,
Under a pearl moon, twirling leaves wave goodbye,
Exuded fragrances thrill the scene of lovely disarray,
In the midst of red evening, leaves fall from the sky.
Written on 9/21/2022
For: Autumn Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger