Best Gloaming Poems
That first glimpse of purple in the gloaming
As dawn softly rises in morning skies
Ascending along with nature's colors
Is a look of faith and hope in thine eyes.
Wrapped in the rays of sun's glorious hues;
There dwells a calm that instills peace and love
With a passion that enters every cell
In divine grace that shines light from above.
Meditate to serene silent music
As the melody of birds sing along.
Elated at the birth of the morning
They share delight in their sweet varied song.
Open your heart to passions of others...
Feel with the empathy God has bestowed.
Then you will know the true meaning of life
In the receiving back of blessings sowed.
9-25-17 rev.
The sky prepares the sun for night
where drifting clouds are slowly steeping
in tepid pools of waning light
where soon the moon will find her sleeping
above a field of wild blooms
where evening shade is gently seeping
into the brush where sunset looms
beyond the reach of shadows creeping
along the ground where light rescinds
past silver groves of willows weeping
teardrop-leaves that ride the wind
to dusty skies where stars need sweeping.
Through the trees, the breeze is roaming
like a breath into the gloaming.
Written: 7/29/2013
For Andrea's "One in Three" contest
Gloaming Glory
Fiery orb of living luminous light
descending slowly before the
sea at the edge of the horizon,
I am one with you, connected
through the cosmos divinely.
Your photosynthesis runs through
my veins like the pliant plants.
As I close my eyes in contemplation
I may still elegantly envision your
bright ball of golden glow.
A denizen of diamonds coruscates
undulating across the sea
leading a path to you in your
most glorious moments.
I reach out my arms to you as you
reach out your last rays to embrace
me with your loving crimson colors.
I bathe baptized by your beauty.
In breathless sighs I gasp at your bonniness
blessing me as I reveal my soul is
connected to you and through you.
Let me savor each moment before you
vanish, sinking beneath the sea, near me,
and all becomes blush, hushed in
temporary terrestrial mourning
of your absence. Adieu sweet Sol!
4-11-20
~First Place~
Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Beneath the weeping willow
A gentle figure swings
Her dress of white a-billow
While soft and sweet she sings
She sang within this bower
What song I cannot tell
Her hair bedecked with flowers
Blue Canterbury bells
And on into the gloaming
Is heard this pleasant sound
When stars begin their roaming
She lets her hair unbound
Then o'er her form the willow weeps
The night is still -- the child sleeps
In the stray lavender of twilight
as cactis' spindled obelisks
brush spreading lapis sky
a honeyed sun
holds tight
to desert crags
for a last glimpse
of fulgid sage
and adobe rainbow dwellings
sprawled in the valley.
I await the candle moon's
flickering smile
shining in gully water
and darts of starlight
glowing in my arid dreams.
Into the gloaming my stallion steps
His hooves beating homage to the day
Upon his back I go to meet the dark
My gown floating in beautiful disarray
The night will cover soon the land
My steed will fade into my dreams
On pillows fashioned of silver thread
Sweet repose until the daylight gleams
Sponsor Mark Toney
Contest Name 2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 3
The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming.
Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming.
I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment,
When day gives over to night a regal bestowment.
Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight.
Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright.
This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue.
Detailing an exquisite hefty crimson etched in view.
Streams of color blend seamlessly in swirls of delight.
Heavily embossed across the faded sky, birds in flight.
Sunset’s glowing color of crimson and gold,
As night’s velvety blanket begins to unfold.
Whispers of a breeze wafting gently, flickers a scent.
Evokes aromatic bursts, sensual yet earthy by intent.
With a sweetness, and a warm tranquil overtone.
I am nestled snugly, captivated by joy I've never known.
Capturing my imagination of a candle in glorious blaze,
My breath extinguishing it to create the dark night haze.
I do not abide
in bright sunlight.
“I’m a vampire rose.”
Recall last night
when you first came upon me.
You had wandered
unknowingly
into my woodland domain.
Like a somnambulant
delectable dreamer
you walked into
my succubus lair;
you, with your scrumptious
mouth and eyes.
Beneath the lush tangle
of myriad leafy boughs,
I waited in shadows,
hidden until you
found me there.
As you stood rooted
to the forest floor
admiring my blood red petals,
your lust became
my opportunity,
for when you tried
to pluck me up,
you pricked your hand
on my thorns.
Did you not realize
that was my plan?
You bled, and then . . .
you became my
fledgling devotee.
It was as if I had sunk fangs
into your beautifully scrumptious
pale neck.
You have returned now
longing to
“kiss me when sun sleeps”
for you are pulled by the
mulberry mystery of
my strange unnamed omnipotence.
I am your goddess.
No other rose
can you ever find
that will compare to me.
Though you take up your quill
and bleed poetry
again and again, know this:
“I own your signature.”
Come, my lover
I will blossom each night
for you.
You can caress me
in the moonlight,
but never can you clasp
“your fingers around my soul.”
Go look into the moon’s pool.
Your reflection
you will no longer see,
and you will be
drawn to me for as long
as I shall desire you to be.
My lover, my thrall,
I have bestowed on you
my cardinal immortality.
Until I release you,
your destiny is here -
beyond the gloaming.
The sleepy day shutting its eyes
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
While brooding lilac shadows rise,
The sleepy day shutting its eyes.
Dawn's final breath of quiet sighs
And all the world is growing still.
The sleepy day shutting its eyes
As sunlight slides behind the hill.
By Sunset's Gloaming
At this lovely time of day when we put all cares away,
When the clouds display their pink and blue soft colors,
And birds are seen in silhouette as they return to roost,
That is the best time of the day, as Sol retires and bids
Adieu to purple mountains and sparkling silver seas
I think of you and the happiness we share as we sigh
At the Earth's glowing eye in our paradise together.
In your warm embrace with a look of love upon your face,
The sky afire with love's desire as the day is ending,
Our hearts shall sing their song of love as paradise lies sleeping.
Two as one in Heaven's grace by love's shore standing,
Your eyes, the azure of your soul, they are ever shining.
Ever in the gloaming of my heart your name does sing so softly.
Within our nights, in paradise, love alone can be our song.
You are ever my shining jewel in a brocade of stars,
my angel we shall live love's dance as we love by sunset's gloaming.
Surrounded by twinkling stars, enchanted by a full moon
Rising, I pledge my heart to you while dancing in the dark,
Cheek to cheek, as we feel the romantic beat of nature's
Nocturne calling, as our two souls take flight throughout
Our sacred night to soar to heights with fevered yearning.
The sweet bliss of your kiss wakes my passions, burning.
You whisper with amour words that I have longed to hear
This lovely summer night with scented Jasmine blooming.
In our Hawaii's paradise below moonlight gleaming,
You are in my arms before love's waters shining.
We find a new paradise within the light of your soul,
As now your lips meet mine in a kiss that is divine.
Joy we now shall find in love's endeavour shining,
As Jasmine scents the air we lose ourselves in passion.
We shall find love's peace and joy as our bodies entwining,
Now the time our desires fulfilled By Sunset's Gloaming.
7-8-17
Collaboration Contest
Sponsor Jan Allison
This mystic time the poets call the gloaming,
A lingering salute to end of day,
Comes long enough to usher in the nighttime
And welcome in the moon and star display.
written 7/18/19
For Arbitrium Divisa 3 poetry contest
Sponsor Gregory E. Barden
Taken from my poem "Twilight" Posted March 21 2005
Twilight
The time of day to power a poet's fancy,
Are those short moments between day and night,
When rosy glows streak in the west horizon.
That lovely interlude we call twilight.
Somewhere between the daylight and the darkness,
The remnants of the sun still hanging there.
Erasing heavy burdens of the daytime,
Removing all the weariness and care.
The mystic time the poets call the gloaming,
This lingering salute to end of day,
Comes lonr enough to usher in the nightfall
And welcome in the moon and stars display.
The half-light often brings quixotic dreaming,
Even lulling birds and beasts to quietude.
This respite is God's gift for lonely spirits,
Bestowed on them to bless their solitude.
By Joyce
Gloaming
early evening
day following sunset
dare see changing good
nightfall.
dated 30-07-2013
written for the contest "One in three:write Beautifully" by Andrea Dietrich.
The sun takes a nap and the moonlight plays
Then there comes a certain time of day
The flowers tire and go to sleep
Squirrels and birds take a peep
Rainbow colors dance across the sky
Soft white clouds way up high
This is the gloaming of the night....
Behold the beauty of this peaceful sight.
©Holly P. Moore
May 2013
twinkle eyes twinkle eyes i see you
stop hiding behind the shades i won’t hurt you
i’ll be good i’ll be kind just trust me you will see
i only wish to make you mine for all eternity
I know how to love i was trained by the best
oh come now twinkle eyes and put me to the test.
our laughter is sweet it makes the honey flow
compassion is my best quality
i believe in taking things slow
if into the gloaming is where you want to go
i’ll take your hand twinkle eyes your masculine shadow.
In the absence of moonlight Beyond midnight Making love In the gloaming For an eternity Hopefully Heaven