Short Dusk To Dawn Poems
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Hairy brush dips in colours,
Touches the surface of smooth old wall
Sets and dries with embrace of sun
Bricks change colour, like from dusk to dawn
From dusk to dawn they'd bicker
Their words were strong with liquor
They met their death from whiskey breath
Who knew that'd kill em' quicker
E-arly
M-orn
M-eets
A-nother
C-ockcrow
A-fter
J-ust
U-nfolding
R-adiance
A-gainst
O-bscurity
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Emma O. Cajurao)
In a day
Between dusk to dawn
How many to born?
How many to die?
This information is important
How many poems created?
How many are read?
Is also important
The search for buried treasure goes on and on
dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn
This mythic ‘get-rich-quick’ scheme
~ taunting mankind's oldest dreams
Warn About Being Battle Torn
What we really must do is to warn,
Have been in conditions battle torn;
Looked upon,
Dusk to dawn;
Continually contained so much scorn.
Jim Horn
Soft summer nights,
viral city from dusk to dawn;
Soft summer nights,
making the most of all those lights;
Easily now a willing pawn
once all the curtains have been drawn;
Soft summer nights.
Life …
changes color
when twilight returns
Darkness
a palette
remixing your doubt
Stars
a backdrop
canvassed with unknowing
Rainbows
left truant
—moon shadows about
(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)
Dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk
Turns carbon chassis into withered husk
Faded breaths fade from memory
Must this be our destiny?
Time may yet erode the flesh and bone
But lifeless words lives on in slabs of stone
The wind chime that he restrung
and hung up on the center beam,
chimes lightly in the forced-air of the furnace,
while the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock
repeats itself every second dusk to dawn,
like the shadow of a heartbeat.
A Twilight ends the sweltering day with a dusky simmer
American liberty, is what we're commemorating
Firecrackers burst above us, romantic, lights that shimmer
Under a lit sky we stand, with family celebrating
The moon rules the night
The sun governs the day
Shadows create illustrations
Night birds in flight
Dusk to dawn, silence levitates
All is tranquil till morning rises,
Daybreak stirring, silhouettes liven
From which the sun illuminates.
As if you are Helen of Troy
You are such a nasty playboy
You wear a beautiful mask
From dusk to dawn dawn to dusk
You hurt me with Cupid’s arrow
My life is now full of sorrow
As if you are deaf and blind
You can’t hear and read my mind
The moon rules the night
The sun governs the day
Shadows create illustrations
Night birds are in flight
Dusk to dawn, silence levitates
All is tranquil till morning rises,
Daybreak stirring, silhouettes liven
From which the sun illuminates.
streams of thought continue to flow
as ideas endure archaic mindsets
forced silence speaks through the pen
the written word will rise to the occasion
and a Whip-poor-will chant its name endlessly
in enthusiastic appreciation from dusk to dawn
Name, Dhanapala means wealthier,
A Barber,
A poor but in peace and healthier,
In near and neighbour,
Soft and sober,
Dusk to dawn in labour,
For friendship a harbor,
Like him a few in number,
But more and more to remember,
Dhanapala, dear barber!
Eyes prying at darkness time
Mouths babbling without a rhyme
Biting at back like coward's teeth
Telling reasons without a beat
They're like parrots from dusk to dawn
Jabbering in someone's lawn
Telling reasons they can't understand
Their mediocrity is grand
River flows in December's cold
Water black like the darkest breeze
Silence invites me, I hear so clear
Drowning away all my pain and fear
Dusk to dawn
I walk along
That road that silence brings
Kissing death and waiting ever so
For my final breath to cease
As the river flows
Contend With Trump A Big Force
To contend with Trump had been a big force,
Regardless if you are off or remain on course;
Horse rode on;
Dusk to dawn;
Count on conditions or can consider source.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC 28422
As each dawn draws nearer to
its dusk, i'm one step closer to you.
One more day of life united under sun
and moon shadows.
From snow storms to sun showers our
seasons grow colorful.
Painted in shades of rainbow passion.
Each moment nurtures our love blooms.
Lay
I write for you
You write for me
And this is as it should be.
From dusk to dawn
And dawn to dusk
Writing is a mental must.
Words to rhyme and
Rhymes to rhythm
Magic moments, we’ve been given.
At light of speed
And speed of light.
Our thoughts still burn on through the night.
( MY LOVE )
Master, Master
Where have you gone?
I wait for you
From dusk to dawn
Master, Master
You're not on the train
I sit here and wait
In sun and rain
Master, Master
They told me you died
I'm still waiting
I'm sure they lie
Master, Master
I'm covered in snow
But still I wait
I cannot go
Form:
It was love at first sight when you walked into my life.
Holding my hand and showing me who I am.
You stole my heart while mending my soul.
From the pits of hell
where the devil casted his spell.
We grew close when life threw its curves.
We held on from dusk to dawn.
And here we are forever strong.
WINGED WARRIOR INDEED
^WW^ is also a jigger
They don't come any better
He jigs from dusk to dawn
He's a real 'go-getter'
His many friends love him dearly
Especially Curtis and Charlie
A bond of love and friendship
Like bikers love their Harley
19 November 2019
For the contest sponsored by Charles Messina
Down pouring from dusk to dawn,
Very cold,
Flooded all the path ways,
The villagers in demand to God, to cease the rain,
A mother to bring her son from school,
A father to go to work,
A patient to see a Doctor,
A vendor to sell the goods,
A young girl just married-
"I want some more rain" like Oliver!