Evenings Poems - Poems about Evenings

Some evenings weigh heavily on the shoulders of the soul, the sunset spills like tea dripping onto the floor of time, and the birds, once lively metaphors of playful freedom, now seem to march toward an unknown horizon – the abyss of my room is silent – they no longer sing serenades to me, or perhaps I have simply forgotten...

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My morning starts with a cup of tea, a pen, paper, and a plan. My day ends with a cup of tea, a pen, paper, and a plan that didn’t quite work out. Often times I can only focus on that middle part, and all the things that went awry. I push and stress myself to fulfill an...

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For some enchanted evenings... The following scenario imagined after the hoopla of Democratic National Convention miracle workers Kamala Harris and Tim Walz trumpeted politically wholesome zeal, and achieved advancement propelling them ahead in the race to the White House. Unlike the hangdog expression of Eeyore the current vice president of the United States linkedin with governor of Minnesota woke the electorate and victory they did score. The donkey...

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Chilling remains haunt On these cold April evenings I wish I'd forget See the stars dancing Flying among them are dreams So out of reach now You inspired hope Now you are a memory Holding my heart up Tears flow like rivers But they will still reach the sea Where Poseidon sings Where is the love now I guess it still burns inside Buried...

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Empty evenings Empty evenings, yet full Spent alone Evening, I have no other life; night Darkness brings me hope Light...

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I can see the tops of almond trees tinged by a setting sun, a vast column of starlings overhead and hear their whirring wings as they head home to roost. Feel the settle of things, a slowing down of movement into a clumped quiet from where nervous eyes look out to see what menace wakes. Then the sad folding and the putting away leaving a hollow fear invades and fills, a descending...

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Raven black evenings waiting for the ice cream truck on the starlit stairs Crowds of blossoming children eager for a Tastee Freez Smoky summer nights the fun day's heat lingering 'til the daily treat A favorite memory tracks the golden halls of time Written on 8/20/2022 For: Childhood Nostalgia Poetry Contest Sponsor: JCB Brul...

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Autumn is waiting in the wings, hiding discretely among trees, in plaintive music a bird sings, coaxing a ride on a cool breeze. Summer, reluctant to cede day Autumn is waiting in the wings. Finally gives the nights away to crisp breezes that Autumn brings. Autumn offers gifts of gold rings to match Summer's soft, golden hair. Autumn is waiting in the wings Summer blows kisses...

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(Series: Khaleelah) Love is a sound, A wailing moan, & it becomes an anthem. In you I feel the evenings with you have a subjective effect, Every other evenings that passes after that are beautiful & better, Those evenings have put me on the sidelines of your life. There may come evenings when the leaves of our moments will fall...

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Sunday evenings, not much to do Pack a bag lunch, dust off your shoes Hit the hay early, dread the alarm As if Monday's the source ~ of all worldly harm...

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Babies cry, sleep, change nappies, feed. Toddlers drink water from cups. Younger brothers, younger sister, older brother, older sister, small town, large country. One lane roads, one lane bridges, unsealed, 60mph, in the dark. Bush covered gorges, rail lines across the river, small waterfalls, windows down, no seatbelts in the back seat, lying down, sleeping on...

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In our worst heated scorching heated sin; In the evening rain; God washes us with His cooling waters; God washes us with His cooling waters, cooling waters; He baptizes us; Reigns down salvation when we repent of such; It's all about us; God wishes that none of us, should perishes Being baptized and forgiven; Wets us to keep on living; In the new Garden, of...

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Full moon bright City skyline dark A lonely sight This empty park A dark poise Street lights look dim A distant noise Strange shadows skim I wait here Loiter with mood Ancient touch steers Can thoughts meet good? Moon light tryst No face in sight Luna floods gist In a new light Leon Enriquez 01 April 2020 Singapore...

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Evening’s Monet sky over fields of wheat; impressionistic clouds in heartbeat crescendo to the universal rhythm. Sapphire-turquoise rings dancing ‘round with orange, pink and purple clouds, in the distance, evening moon climbs higher to highlight joyous party. Gaia’s children aglow with brother moon’s blessing; nature’s bash is the best ever. ...

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I sit tethered to my internet, my red wine and fugue ….and wonder When last did I dance in the moonlight with skin bare open to damp of night swaying to symphony of insects serenading infinity? When last did I languish in a moment of sultry heat and cool relief? My flesh aches waiting...

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