Dusk Poems - Poems about Dusk

MONOCHROME © Sara Etgen-Baker 2025 Sun slowly descends, and the world turns monochrome, like a black and white drawing on the Creator’s easel. I patiently wait for night with its renewing spirit. Nightfall serves as a metaphorical curtain closure, while dawn symbolizes a daily reopening, with the birds serenading harmoniously on cue. dusk whispers, night...

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Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp of day's desire. It stains the clouds in crimson breath, A masterpiece that flirts with death. Does he await or does he grieve? Or dream of flight...

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It's quite a bright dusk today I would choose Neapolitan yellow for the sky Although I haven't touched colours for years After all, images and paintings are quite enough So why create more without urgent necessity? The thick foliage of the trees around the balcony Stands still as if painted on a canvas It’s a heatwave now, I'm sitting in my...

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Your call resonates like a lost echo among the shadows of dusk, Deep within me, like spring water flowing towards distant lands. My heart, boundless and mysterious, responds silently, naive and gentle, As the sleepless twilight creeps again through the misted windows. The lilac and currant bow their heads gracefully in the evening wind, And my silent homeland whispers the...

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An isolating darkness looms: A numb yet tingled skin; And residues of twilight's gloom, As walls unseen close in. This place feels sharp, yet vague and stale; The clash stirs strife within. My fingers click and spread—a snap! So faint—I fear I'm dead. Insipid airs invade my lungs: The voices haunt my ears; Adrift in dreamlike black, undone, Alone, still lacking fear. Commanded, guided, commandeered My soul is...

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across rippling lake cousins casting half blue moon ...

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Twilight was the time of day as well they do concur about the hour of crepuscular dusk or evening if you prefer there in the gloaming altho' the light was slightly dimmer I took a look at the situation and saw more than quite a glimmer of absolute absurdity the altercation confrontation as if every nation were to follow the Law of Exact Retaliation an...

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p i t g r e i o l...

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When fate blows out my candle and the flame dances like a ballerina at dusk, I will listen to the secret whispers of the wind, spinning tales of long ago, Neither prayers will halt this departure, nor tears will tame The ephemeral gesture of destiny that has secretly woven the web that now envelops me. I will dedicate an...

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my f i e l ...

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my crescent moon whispers softly as dusk fades to dawn and a soft mist settles the morning rolling in AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Submitted on June 26, 2025 for contest 1393 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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Small sized; bouncy balloon poppin’ at the break of dawn. Countless children; swiftly skipping, emit plentiful smiles of joy! Hovering high, confetti spills like salt, sheer thrills! Rising and riding, the sunny sun heats up from within. Diligently dancing, with what is a fervor, Now, coolness meets my eyes; miraculous mighty night. Silent nice night; massive moon, Spontaneous silver moon, why would...

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Date: June 17, 2025 I wandered through a bleeding dusk, the wind forgot my name. A rose was growing from the dust— I reached, and it became the fog that hums like swallowed screams. My lungs forget to breathe. I taste old blood beneath my tongue. Each petal cuts me in my sleep— what did I dare believe? Each step I took was stitched with...

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A whispered breath falls, Soft as twilight’s quiet glow, Parting shadows stretch— Silent echoes softly drift, A gentle, fading goodbye. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: In the hush between day and night, this poem follows the unseen path of a farewell not fully spoken. Shadows stretch, whispers drift, and silence becomes a messenger. What departs may fade from view, but its essence lingers—haunting,...

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I dance as soon as it is dusk, I dance all through the night, I dance in the darkness and I dance in the moon’s light. I dance to the beat of the stars, I dance to the rhythm of the moon, I dance until the morning breaks, Which always comes too soon. ...

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