Short Gloaming Poems
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day
gloaming
afternoon
twilight settles
night will be here soon
sun disappears
evening falls
moon shines
night
In the absence of moonlight Beyond midnight Making love In the gloaming For an eternity Hopefully Heaven
sun
blinks in
the morn sky
dazzling dull day
sharp shadows shiver
gloaming glides in
catwalking
crescent
moon
fireflies flickering
by the lake in the gloaming . . .
delight lights her eyes
Aug. 14, 2018 for Tania Kitchin's Water Themed Haiku Poem Poetry Contest
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!
Neil V. Collins
September 17, 1943 – September 2, 2005
Only August gloaming now
never more than a memory
forever gone, September.
©Kathryn Collins
August 31, 20012
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.
unpredictable
frosted crystal
gloaming
of
pathos
valiant melanchy
forevermore
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Form:
Gloaming
early evening
day following sunset
dare see changing good
nightfall.
dated 30-07-2013
written for the contest "One in three:write Beautifully" by Andrea Dietrich.
Fog from age settles in
Like a gloaming of night
Smothering from within
Extinguishing all light
Greg Hoffman
9/22/2015
Contest: Four Lines
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Glimmers of rose petals
Glisten on the skyline,
Gold, glittered with deep red~
Gloaming gems, mirroring
Gossamer silk of stars,
Gliding across a love-
Glazed garden of yearning.
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
ideas are the thoughts that we invoke
nothing else can make us choke
more than the idea of love
it is just like a dove
free and roaming
anything can happen
from sunrise to gloaming
Form:
Gloaming ushers in pathos
Words spoken at night
You and I forevermore
Melancholy without you
Past frosted crystal lamp posts
The cemetery
This is where you’re resting
Came to tell you I miss you.
Teachers are supposed to be polishing gems.
but instead, are cracking the gloaming of innocents.
Judging children by their race
when all they want to do is to play.
Jim crow is cawing for souls once again.
Turned day into night,
The drifting of eyes
Heaven’s secret…
Once bliss
Now,
Spilled the blue from skies
Illusions of love
Cost of say
My want for azure days
My Janice lost, to Jimmy’s Purple Haze
Form:
"Dead Letter Queues"
In the In-Between time
the letters materialise
words lost, suspended
in the Forever Gloaming
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
The moon was fuzzy,
full, fat and bloated,
it should have been brighter,
it was somewhere between
stale-cream and a bad dream.
Back home
from that queasy gloaming
we discovered a glass of milk
we had set aside -
had curdled.
As mother Earth starts to close her weary eyes to sleep
The setting sun on the horizon slowly drowns in melancholy
Yet another day, almost over. And twilight is nigh
Date written and posted: 02/10/2019
THE WATERHOLE
Two elephants merge
at the waterhole ~
entanglement of trunks
one emerges as
the gray-fountain leader ~
heavyweight of the dusty road
two images wane
in monotone gloaming ~
wispy clouds of dust
8/27/2017
I watched pine tree silhouettes swaying,
dancing as sunlight drowned in the sea.
They waltzed around golden flames of fire
whose embers rose at twilight's gloaming,
kindling a myriad of distant stars to glimmer.
Fairy blossoms
climb through my dreams
cascading over moonlight
and statuesque fountains
purple parachutes
pirouette across the
gloaming
in a twinkle
the laughter of evening
bells
and swirling petticoats
caper through the garden
till dawn
At the gloaming time of day
When red sun has set
Against silhouetted hills
One of eve's asset
Is when Swans touch beaks
White against dark_romance sparks
Veils lift, heart now speaks
Inspired by Nette's contest
Not an entry...
So calm,
so slow,
the hours pass,
like fine sand
in an hour-glass.
No meadow wide,
no wind to blow,
only some rare birds
cross the grass.
And before day's end,
before light cease,
a gloaming sun
still trow its rays
into a world of silent peace.
Travelling through space with wings open wide
the eagle takes to flight in the evening gloaming
Tenebrosity of dark, coatings thick as matter
clinging to the tips of His feathered rise,
the aviator soars,
freely unencumbered by night