Evening Poems - Poems about Evening

There's a hint of winter in the evening air as the autumn days dwindle down to a golden few but I'm looking forward to spring and all it will bring when the whole wide world is reborn anew and then with summer just around the corner to see me through I'm thinking of early mornings with you to meet the sun and how a daydream or two for now will...

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shooting stars fairground game at night lasting memory...

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I remain in the silence of the evening, wondering if it still matters now, Whether you have forgotten me or if I was meant to forget you, Because, in the end, what truly mattered wasn't the goodbye, But the way you stayed, honest and full of love, Truly present when I needed someone the most, Like a warm light embracing...

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Chirping in the trees Notes weave through orange sunset Evening’s song takes flight ...

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In the silence of the evening, when shadows dance on the walls of my soul like spirits of a lost dream, I let myself be carried by a river of thoughts, searching for your hidden smile, a diamond in the moonlight, Not the one you wear as a mask for the world, but that fleeting one that...

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In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine like smoke rising to the starry sky, I wonder if I ever truly understood how love works, I've always been concerned with the things close to you, those little universes that make you happy, The things that matter to you, like constellations in the uncharted map of your soul. But...

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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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