Dusk To Dawn Poems - Poems about Dusk To Dawn

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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The strange emerges at night, Somewhere in our slumber, it comes to life, It refuses to be silenced, A tempest at its core. There exists a presence of the strange, Hidden in the twilight of the chamber, Resistant to the light, Awakening with the night. The mystery is a...

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I was the shadow, and she was the light I was nothing without her and everything with her Where there is light, there is shadow, where there is no light, there is no shadow. When she was there, the best parts in me came out, parts I never knew existed, like petals unfolding in the dawn. The light I never knew I...

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Sea of embers, setting sun Hues of red and blue and plum Kingdoms of clouds away up high Never touched, true paradise. Past horizons, futures ahead Dusk has come, night's what's next Moonlit night, I'll see you soon Close my eyes, I'll dream of you Witching hour come at last Eyes in shadows, go, run fast Burn a candle, turn on lights Demons can be quite...

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Life … changes color when twilight returns Darkness a palette remixing your doubt Stars a backdrop canvassed with unknowing Rainbows left truant —moon shadows about (Dreamsleep: August, 2023)...

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I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage Indentured gumption forsaken courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith, (i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole nsync as acceptable literary playfulness, no matter figurative persiflage bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's... simultaneously stretching limits credulity (think courtesy metaphorical crowbar) teases out apropos exaggeration after...

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When I wake up in the morning In the middle of the night I wonder why, the dawn is so bright But still too dark I am a stranger seeking for solace A new seed that doesn't know where to sprout A free bird that doesn't know where to fly Like a free wind trapped...

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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...

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A Twilight ends the sweltering day with a dusky simmer American liberty, is what we're commemorating Firecrackers burst above us, romantic, lights that shimmer Under a lit sky we stand, with family celebrating ...

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Extinguishing day, Sol's scarlet sphere sinks o'er the horizon; into a sea of liquid ebony at the edge of Earth. Twilight darkens dusk, gathering shadows that merge with the night; while trillions of stars unveiling their light, begin to twinkle. Night absorbs color till Dawn's light pierces its ebony heart; and it bleeds scarlet, tinting misty clouds cotton candy pink....

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The Dawn has surely come I see a small crowd gathered A farewell to bid The mist and fog hug the trees Morning birds decry the weather chilly Silver droplets of dew shine my way The river requests goodbye A-sail you must set me now And with me my soul To return no more....

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From dusk to dawn No sex for two years My days are numbered...

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from dusk till dawn ...

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