Sunset Free Verse Poems | Examples
These Sunset Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Sunset. These are the best examples of Free Verse Sunset poems written by international poets.
Contest : Let's Soar With This
Sponsored by : Nette Onclaud
Date : September 20, 2025
Suffused with diffused glint
of my love at sunset,
you faded like twilight
in fallen stormy sky.
Angst thunder broke my heart,
the splinters sighed in pain,
cracked voice echoed in void.
The Sky came to Light, tonight.
Rumbled quietly, its might, tonight.
Soon such Truth was spilling down in
twilight rivers - washing fresh the birds, the stones.
We muddy, ragged, self-wounding Liars drowning.
Twilight rivers, taking hold by letting go.
In the newmade petrichor
we saw what we’d been before.
We each are truthsellers. We each are liars seeking Truth.
We are aging away from our birthright innocence, our youth.
Has the Sky ever lied to you?
To anyone?
Has the Earth ever offered falsity?
To anyone?
Can our breath, our step serve as Apology?
Can I be me, can you be you? Can we be true?
We took the Marseilles Road,
sunset streaking the bay,
drank lemon tea
while travelling friends
searched for cheap wine.
We are alone
exploring magnetic boundaries.,
hands stalking
a checkered tablecloth.
That night we translated
Spanish to French
with the prayers of our flesh.
Dawn arrived with gulls
and guilt.
Our shadowed eyes watch
the coach to Perpignan,
as it heads for a border
we have already crossed.
Pickup
Everything leans towards you, a ranch, a sunset,
one of those pink and mauve and purple jobs
torn from the pages of an old Arizona
Highways magazine. The gate to the corral
is white but all worn out and flaky, and the horses
all have wheels in their eyes and wheels within
those wheels like the transmission
of that rusted yellow Studebaker pickup up
on blocks out back. No one
drives by anymore, but there's a for sale sign
anyway, hanging from a chain, a rusty bucket
shot full of holes on the porch,
and the front door swings back and forth,
open and shut, reveals s female figure
whom the old man took in after the accident,
who lived there briefly, offering some solace,
until the boys came home on one of their visits
and turned her inside out and she wound up
weaving in her best dress down the dirt road to town
wondering if they'd ever leave her alone again.
Two nights later the horses leaped over the fence,
the rosettes in their eyes spun and spun until
they ignited, and people, even those who lived in town,
saw flaming horses plunge across the sky.
Look at us catching the sunset together
With some light talk to get us going
Nothing but nature and sheer tranquillity
And a nice glass of chardonnay
If you ask me what the occasion
I'd say we're celebrating life
And we should do it more often
Cause we don't get great sunsets like this
For we are always on the move
At times when you're catching a sunset
I'm out there catching a breath
Cause my day is barely over and I can't get home
That's why I'd want to take this moment all in
To enjoy that sweet fragrance
'Cause the streets can be suffocating
And it's hard to go fast in a crowd
At this moment tomorrow is a distant place
Yesterday is a messy place
Today is pacing by
But presently, memories are all I picture
The PO£T
Each dawn arrives with thrills forever new,
Each sunset brings delight beyond compare.
Allow the good Lord to comfort you,
Like a mother comforting the child in her care.
Let us enjoy the best seasons of our lives,
Let His everlasting arms cradle tight.
With trustful hearts, where hope and peace revive,
The dear Lord’s arms surround us day and night.
To guard, to comfort, and to lift our soul,
Let us live joyfully, cast burdens down.
Upon the Lord, who makes the weary whole,
In Him alone, our rest and peace are found.
Both day and night, He has promised to give full care,
In Him we live and move, forevermore.
*Kindred Spirits*
I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I witness in this grand tapestry called life.
Like you, I dream of companionship forged through laughter and shared confidences, bonds that render the weight of solitude obsolete. And just as knowledge illuminates the path ahead for anyone brave enough to pursue it, I yearn for chances to learn and grow, to fill the wellspring of my mind with wisdom gained through experience and discovery.
In classrooms filled with desks of various sizes, I sit, eager to absorb lessons tailored to nurture my unique potential. Though some tasks prove elusive, my spirit remains undeterred, for I understand that progress is not measured solely by speed, but by the indelible steps we take towards becoming the best versions of ourselves.
Created from a single rib, to complete its creation and her body covers all of humanity yet her seed gets covered with soil.
Her gifts are many but many forget, only blooming with love and fully uncovers through character.
the road became a tree-lined tunnel—flickers of
crepuscular rays try to play tag with the squirrels
as they stutter-dash across the shafts of you’re-it!
a free for all, until the road-tires butt-in—
flattening all the rules on a tire-treaded squirrel.
the light reacts with a sudden shift—to renew.
anticrepuscular rays converge to the antisolar point.
a change in perspective as the light beams fall.
inflating the tire-treaded squirrel with a do-over.
the game goes on until sunset or the next rogue tire.
It's sunset.
Shadows cast across my face,
blades of grass
as tall as an oak tree.
Closing my eyes,
they fall on darkness.
Listen to the wind sweeping autumn leaves,
pirouetting amongst a citrine sunset.
Whilst light rain collects at corners of windowsills,
illumination from a crackling fire
bounces upon unpigmented mourning walls.
Silent weeping occupies microcrevices,
confined within the splintering memories.
The creaking of an antique rocking chair
melds with the restless nocturnal atmosphere,
of time no longer waiting in the shadows.
Sheer onyx fabric draped over photographs—
death came much earlier, not from hate or spite,
but to erase the endless suffering,
of years wreathing in perpetual chronic pain,
locked within fragile bones and a trapped mind.
So do not curse the gods, my dearest love,
nor get lost in voids of sorrow oblivion.
Know peace has now been brought to my tired soul;
I wait patiently until we are one again.
The beach climbs are harder
the rocks turn my feet
and I find myself walking on my ankles
wading through sand
But the photos at sunset
or as the moon rise
are such a surprise
Like paintings
like fine art
witnessing the beauty of nature
as it shows us all of the basis for inspiration
everywhere
The sea air is so refreshing
the tang of salt
its cool crisp feel
as it laps past me
and blows my hair
The sheen of the sun and the moon
off the water
and it undulates and ripples
It's mesmerizing and beautiful
I seek out the lighthouse
to capture its beauty on the horizon
Its glow too settles on the ocean
and lights the scene in a way
that makes it seem like a painting
A huge downed redwood tree on the beach
a sculpture in driftwood now
but so big as to be a playground
The natural wonders of this place continue to provoke me
and keep me wanting more
from the tiny bits of rock on the ground
to the magnificent scenes in the sky
my senses are always tuned in
And here I share them with you....
Artimus 9/1/2025
In my dream, I have already loved you, with an endless passion,
Like a star shining in the starry night, you are my unbroken light,
In every corner of my soul, I have felt you, like the sun's ray at dawn,
And in every beat of my heart, I have heard you, like the echo of an old melody.
In the depths of the sea of thoughts, I have plunged into you, like a precious pearl,
And in every wave of emotion, I have searched for you, like a traveler for his treasure,
In every dream, I have desired you, like a poet desires the perfect words,
And in every awakening, I have found you again, like a painter finds his colors.
In every sunrise, I have seen you, like an artist sees the beauty of nature,
And in every sunset, I have felt you, like a musician feels the rhythm of his music,
In every raindrop, I have heard you, like a composer hears his notes,
And in every snowflake, I have touched you, like a sculptor touches his marble.
But, although I have already loved you in my dream, I still seek you in reality,
Hoping that one day, my dream will become reality,
And I will have you by my side, forever, in this world and the others.
SILENT WITNESS
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the sun, a molten coin, descends,
and he, a shadow lengthening,
holds his breath.
he feels the earth turn,
a slow, relentless dance,
and wonders of his place within the spin.
the sky bleeds crimson, then bruised purple,
and he, suspended between light and dark,
is neither here nor there,
but simply is,
a silent witness
to the fading day.
An angel glanced at me today
and as an angel's glance should be
it pierced my cloistered heart so deep
so ceased it for a moment's beat
and yet it also raced, this heart,
that angel owned since yet we met.
For whether 'tis the early dawn
or present clouded sunset days
my angel owns me with her glance