Sonnet Sunset Poems | Examples
These Sonnet Sunset poems are examples of Sunset poems about Sonnet. These are the best examples of Sunset Sonnet poems written by international poets.
Stand still, I say, listen very carefully,
We made shadows, when we walking in morn,
Back shadows donot saw,they hide already,
The love you say innocent,that is mourn.
Hide mistakes behind me you say love
While noon only does hot with high warm of flame
How it is noble stage when not comforts nerve?
If we donot do any mistake, love blame.
Humans do mistakes,so they humans,
We cannot know love's loyalty without fault,
Mistakes make relation sometimes
How mistakes in relation assault?
Noble is last stage no love,no day decay,
Night as death,makes Immortal, I say.
Like tufts of cotton colored red and rosy
And scattered through the baby sky at light
Eve’, twilight clouds are whirling around the white
moon, orbiting their spoke, all lush and lazy;
Or strands of cloth sent fluttering a’mosey
through late afternoon drowsying near night,
and circling about, like crimson kites in flight,
a beaming moon, swirling afloat and hazy;
The heavens, swelling into a wide expanse,
glow splendid. Strewn with stripes of ruby sweet,
engulfing night draws in to drape the day’s
affairs with its dark quilt. So the romance
of a thousand million stars takes its seat
by the moon’s glow, with effervescent rays.
When we’re at peace, God’s light engulfs our chest,
on top of our head, He places His hand,
this epiphany dawning on demand,
divine gifts of grace, for which we feel blessed.
Employing free will, we ask thoughts to rest,
that drenched in bliss mists, soul may understand,
God’s omnipresence as we make our stand,
in our heart’s cave, where light of Self does nest.
Erased are our fears, in our sunset years,
with our heart now mindful and touch gentle,
softened attention, soul’s meditation,
reflecting God’s light, as His presence nears,
our spherical vision nonjudgmental,
radiance of love, our heart’s pulsation.
When sunrise first awakened our eyes,
My face, a vision, caught your loving gaze.
But it was your soul, so pure and wise,
That drew me in, and made my heart amaze.
Life was a canvas, painted with love's hue,
Until fate intervened, and our world anew.
An accident left its mark, my face, a scar,
I was shattered, lost, unable to travel far.
But you, my darling, saw beyond the pain,
Held my face, and whispered words that soothed my brain.
"I love your soul," you said, "not your face,"
And in that moment, our love found its sacred space.
And now, in sunset's glow, our love remains.
I stood alone on the sandy southern shore
watching sunset dim with a sense of languor.
Soon, of its luminance there'd be little trace
but 'til then, I'd enjoy its warmth on my face.
Hues of cobalt blues, sanguine, and honeyed gold
painted gloaming skies; a canvas to behold.
Reflections of mountaintops and rippling sea
exposed Nature's exquisite beauty to me.
Sea gulls were feeding as the sun descended.
How swiftly daylight and dusk became blended.
I captured all my thoughts with paper and pen
and wrote a Sonnet so I'd remember when ~
I watched the sun languidly bid me goodnight.
Then faded away as I welcomed twilight.
Two shadowed lovers share a warm embrace,
On the sandy shores of a romance new,
Along love’s edges, soft fingertips trace,
In the rhythm of love, their hearts beat true.
Beneath golden skies an amber sea sways,
Scintillating sensations on the skin,
Love moves through her soul in passionate waves,
He knocks at her door and she lets him in.
In shadowed embrace, their love takes flight,
Two hearts set sail upon the tranquil sea,
One vessel dancing beneath the twilight.
In the throes of passion, two souls set free.
On the golden shores of a setting sun,
A sultry summer romance, just begun.
Written: Apri 26, 2024 For Joseph May Contest
2. Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns
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Immersed in the saffron hues of twilight,
I roar out in gloom unsure what to write.
A colorful drape and tangerine light,
With nook of day and serenade of night.
As the wind blusters chrysanthemums swing,
Stems capture the final ray of the wing.
A hallelujah chant fulfills the sky,
Hibiscus awe, soothing hues fade away.
Wisteria warmth waits as leading hint,
Clad in the melody of the song, splint.
Amid whirling dragonflies, stars impede,
Junction of neat pearls in ivory bead.
Bathed in orange dawn crafted poet light,
Chrysanthemums bloom and lyrics glow bright.
As I Watched The Fiery Red Sun Slip Behind The Mountain
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain
My dear wish was for the hand of my very passionate lover
And life together that such bountiful happiness covers
She that tells me, "my darling, my sleepy head, rise thee from bed"
Let us sightsee this world, and watch that huge falling ball of red
Me there pretending not to hear, but my lover knows my game
She laughingly dances right on over and yells out the same
And then she lays a very soft and a long passionate kiss
And that is the sweetest blessing that I did not want to miss
I reached out to snatch my lover into our large silk bed
Saying, "darling let just stay here and make sweeter love instead."
As I watched the fiery red sun slip behind the mountain.
I tossed a silver dollar in the wishing well fountain.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
9-07-2023
In Alaska, near Mount Edgecumbe's feet,
fish built Sitka, a city with no road.
And so, Sitka's fame is its fishing fleet;
where time is never spent; it is borrowed.
A scarlet sun bleeds on Edgecumbe's peak
as deafening silence splashes on shore.
And its surreal sunsets are unique,
unlike anything you have seen before.
Crimson clouds merge with ebony shadows,
and a plethora of stars light the dark.
Yet the night starts falling like dominoes,
calm chaos acting like an accent mark.
Paradise is an off-the-grid retreat
in Alaska near Mount Edgecumbe's feet.
The peacefulness in a cup of tea
A Quietness of solitude a dream
Solitude can be the splendor of a rose
Potent as I stir silently
The softening of damp grass after
The rain
The beauty of solitude and splendor
Watching the awesome the
Ambiance the colors when the sun
Comes
Auburn Orange pink and gold
What splendor in the bold i behold
The audacity of the universe
As I sit in solitude with my cup of
Merry mint tea Watching the
Illustrious show the bliss of it
But the splendor of it all
Unlike the dim of dusk
Twilight dawn is most alluring
Most sunsets of dusk
Oh dear can not compare
I awoke each morning at dawn
Just to spy the repetition I have known
It is in my heart with much
Satisfaction indeed i must declare
It aspires to majestic divinity
By flare sunrise escapes its
Horizon majestic magical
Extraordinaire. Feathered fair
Weathered friends lullabies fly.
The sun has risen!
Has risen!
It is the perfect handedness of endless bliss
the cadence, embrace the double-mirroring kiss,
silence is the most notorious happiness parenthesis.
Even when the dual night vigil blew
All the stretched-out empty days reminded you
Of promises and tragedy that passion drew.
In the perfect kiss, we once knew.
But time has rendered a big part of this
their brilliance and space are in abruptness.
Death neither waits for happiness nor success.
Our separation passed on in the brief moments mist
Into the sad, fleeting, strange distance eclipse.
another starnge bliss paused here to gaze at this
less lonely existence parenthesis.
I dream I am standing on the deck of a vessel
Nearing the western horizon, into the sunset
Into vivid glowing reds and oranges, I nestle,
I dream I am standing on the deck of a vessel
The ocean beneath like an overarching trestle,
Floating over life’s experiences I’ll ne’er forget
I dream I am standing on the deck of a vessel
Nearing the western horizon, into the sunset.
Floating over life’s experiences I’ll ne’er forget
Nearing the western horizon, into the sunset,
I dream I am standing on the deck of a vessel
The ocean beneath like an overarching trestle
Into vivid glowing reds and oranges, I nestle,
Knowing soon I’ll ne'er again say a sad farewell.
Written May 24, 2022
[a Trionet, a form I developed uniting
the triolet and the sonnet. See "New
Poetic Forms.]
Purple and red of a very rare sunset flowing up -
Are the colours of the Cremisan wine where Christ did die,
That the rays of grace may shine when every star is present,
That the divine sparks may rejoice in the taste of the cup,
Though it’s a brief moment in the black, directionless sky,
After the red sun of grace went in the cup in descent.
Marcus vocalised “May the speech made before any sound,
Fill your burning cores, increase knowledge in you this advent,
By the mustard seed planted into your hearts that get by.”
Through these words, the largest cup next to the small cup renowned,
Purple, red outpours as meant.
A sunset cast its wealth upon the water.
I watched the golden treasure being spilled,
But wondered, was it glad to be unburdened,
Or did it miss the grace of being filled?
I’ve been taken and taken and taken,
Till there’s nothing left to give
From too many years existing
Like I don’t have long to live.
Now I feel like the perfect stranger,
Right at home in the lost and found.
It always seems I’m just passing through,
But I can’t find my way out of town.
As Xenophon learned when he fought at Cunaxa,
It's sure to be a long march home.