Evening Poems - Poems about Evening

had nice daily walk, after sunset prayers and food time for new poems then gazing at the neat sky, looking into history....

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In the deep silence of the evening, I remember her needs hidden like a pearl in the shell of time, the same as yours and mine, never forgotten, never postponed by the wind of oblivion, a dream that blooms like a flower of light at dawn, carrying promises of infinity and hope, a desk where ideas take wing...

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This frail feeling of worldly fate Drowning and fast fading, mortal and degrading This voice, his lips on my ear; whispering, Hurtful hate; feeding on fear These choices, crucial, turning life into a surreal blur of chaos Dreadful moments just waiting to occur The darkness pounces on my soul wrapping and clawing its way to my mind, There is...

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Evening star that shines at night, your spirit I see, my guiding light. Touching me in such a way, that feels so safe 'til each new day. My spirits soar with faith renewed. All doubts I have again subdued. And as I lay my soul to rest, sleep comes easy my life is blessed. When...

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You’re in the garden, playing ball with Pippa In half an hour you’ll have your evening meal The green of grass is glowing slightly deeper I’m playing solitaire and thinking if you feel Same as I am, before I press the phone sign After three rings I interrupt the call You’re calling back, and so we are online How was your day,...

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And I'm concerned, afraid, got the railroad crossing blues and the jazz that plays so low and desolation looms like the ghost of Christmas past/ And the band wraps up and it's time to go home but the blues is still crawling around inside my head like desolation and the lone watchman/on the peak is...

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Empty evenings..how many I have to face After you’ve gone abruptly, my sweetheart Clocks ticking away the time of this place It can’t be, but it's happened, we are apart It wasn’t going to be the best way in this life But I’m happy that anyway I’ve known you Next time we meet I’ll ask you to be my wife Time is...

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Evening Alone I sit here alone this evening And watch as the shadows grow. I look back on days of youth, and forward to growing old I think what I remember best, Is my children as they grew. The funny little things they did And the discovery of things anew I wiped away the tears, And patched up little hurt knees That’s what mothers do best, Let...

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Your tops on the line hanging down Swaying gently in the coolness of breeze The evening comes in its violet gown Darkening the lawn and the leaves You turned on the light, it reflects outside The pot that stands close to the house Is illuminated most brightly tonight I see all its rims and the flowers Are stretching up high, maybe sensing...

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The summer breeze lapped at my hair Firmly yet gently lifting each strand The warm caress of the sun Brought happiness to my weeping skin My lips parted as laughter Freely trickled down my chin My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet As I began my evening walk Abruptly I tripped and fell Soberly I looked around For the object of my humility And...

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At the end of the day it seems I know more than I knew in the morning The daytime reality fades into dreams The dreams disappear with no warning It all boils down to the evening Just one more evening to bear Since one certain day it’s a different feeling Cause you are no longer there So what do I know? Not much The...

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"As the setting sun pours colors on the firmament and the evening dresses up in shades of amber, let hearts sing of the beauty of nature and praise the master craftsman who designs everything" ~ By Poet On a beautiful evening, sat by the side of a silent lake. On staring into its still, see- through waters,...

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A dictum that no mortal may impeach: abundance is the concubine of dearth. You soar above the surly clouds which wreathe around us: you’ve enabled us to reach beyond our matter-patrimony, earth: your gift to humankind is to bequeath ability to master thought and speech, and know that death is but another birth. ...

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The quill this evening is not a mere instrument, but a primordial beast, A lacquered leviathan with a tip sharp as obsidian fangs, Its body coiled like an ouroboros, devouring its own ink in vengeance, It struggles under my grip, a relic of extinct empires, growling glyphs older than rivers. When I dare to drip her name on parchment,...

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the stars linger amidst candlelight saxophone serenades melting inhibitions charming entrancing hypnotizing beyond human breaking point exploiting weakness in a haze of madness bewitched possessed until there is no return AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on March 17, 2025...

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