Evening Poems - Poems about Evening

But know that the LORD has set apart for Himself him who is godly; The LORD will hear when I call to Him. Be angry, and do not sin. Mediate within your heart on your bed, and be still. Selah Offer the the sacrifices of righteousness, And put your trust in the LORD. There are many who say, "Who will show us any good?" LORD lift up the light...

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On an autumn evening, when the sky weeps with silver stars, I wander among the shadows of dreams, enveloped in mystery, and art, like a silent priestess, whispers stories to me, about unseen truths, hidden in the silk of time. Each moment is a canvas I paint with desires, and my palette is a rainbow of undefined emotions, coloring my soul...

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It was in the morning When I heard him snoring Like loud like a lion He who falls from my eyes Every sense feeling nonsense Early lights in goosebumps Served myself a red riddle Leaving me tortured and energetic Shooting my lungs to no air My kidneys helped me breathe Each cough counting complaints In a peaceful war against the...

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Not a lot of ocelots are seen in the day they prefer the evening or the night if an ocelot you're hot to spot altho' it's quite a long shot an ocelot you want to sight you may even hit the jackpot if you do it right all you've really got to do is switch off the light ...

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Antique ceiling tiles were shaking loose I had a birds eye view of what would be normal in this type of barn the science of love is in ones willingness to be loved in such willingness one includes their needs wants and reputation not wanting to be involved due to association to others might be enough to reduce the feelings and dissolve a relationship.. In poreparation for love might...

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In the silence of the evening, when shadows dance on the walls of my soul, I wonder if you can be the place where I rest my entire being, not just my weary body, but also the remnants of my lost heart, a refuge where my eyes, which have seen too much, can sleep in peace. Perhaps, when they...

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That is not known cannot be known but pigeons may appear and may seem in the evening as dancing and not separate from that which is not known~ And, in the isolation of the sky, At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make Ambiguous undulations as they sink, Downward to darkness, on extended wings. ~Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning...

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In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light, the sky stretches its amber arms, embracing silence in cloaks of dreams, and my steps are echoes of falling stars, dancing on carpets of time, for to be deciphered means to scatter your essence into unknown winds. I prefer to be a floating illusion on...

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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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