Gloaming Poems - Poems about Gloaming

Twilight was the time of day as well they do concur about the hour of crepuscular dusk or evening if you prefer there in the gloaming altho' the light was slightly dimmer I took a look at the situation and saw more than quite a glimmer of absolute absurdity the altercation confrontation as if every nation were to follow the Law of Exact Retaliation an...

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lost in the gloaming not one star glimmers . . . the trembling trees ...

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The Gloaming In the gloaming, Light fades and shapes lose their edge, Uncertainty creeps in. In the gloaming, Leaves whisper and owls cry, What can’t I hear....

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burnt-orange clouds converge over the horizon. ...

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I was a daydreamer and stargazer, who eagerly awaited calm nights of glitter, Like blue skies warily turning pink, plum and red, as orange sun sinks, bitter. I grew familiar with diverse constellations, along the different astral avenues, Vanishing in the pink dawn of golden, like perpetual lime spring, begun anew. Mystic planets of my shady, solar precincts, soon...

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The day is done. Travel dispersed, no more roaming. Between dusk and sunset, it’s the gloaming. I settle to watch, inspired by that instant moment, When day gives over to night a regal bestowment. Lights begin to shimmer, as we near twilight. Across the horizon created a radiant glow so bright. This magical moment captured with a deep ruby hue. Detailing an...

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The air is heavy with haze It's time for the sun to set God's creation does amaze Each sunset not to forget ...

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The Chalice of Night pours dark on the stair drops of shadows that don't belong there. Echoes of footsteps--do they signal harm? Whispers in bushes that push our alarm. We know spirits like to do their roaming in quiet darkness or amid murky gloaming. We feel their breath as it tickles our ear; murmuring softly, they arouse more fear. Walking alone on a...

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Gliding orb Gilding the crepuscule with glitter Holding the attention of spectators in spectacular fashion ...

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The sun dips below the horizon on the sea, as the dusk appears....

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Up swings the green, down showeres the rose. Hugging the horizon are mixed hues, Where sedate tenebrosity, the fine foliage's spews, Seamlessly mingles with the serene sunset's afterglows. Eyeing their osculation at ease, Brewing bosom bracing breeze, ----Bracing breeze, as me, at ease---- I wish us together saying cheese....

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Although we're isolated in our homes We still take leisurely drives in the gloamin' Absolutely no contact It's in the contract No matter how far away from home we roam...

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Gloaming Glory Fiery orb of living luminous light descending slowly before the sea at the edge of the horizon, I am one with you, connected through the cosmos divinely. Your...

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You can always tell a British ghost Because they all lived on beans and toast No chill in the air Could ever compare With tell-tail fumes that float to the coast!...

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This mystic time the poets call the gloaming, A lingering salute to end of day, Comes long enough to usher in the nighttime And welcome in the moon and star display. written 7/18/19 For Arbitrium Divisa 3 poetry contest Sponsor Gregory E. Barden Taken from my poem "Twilight" Posted March 21 2005 ...

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