Winter Sunset Poems | Examples
These Winter Sunset poems are examples of Sunset poems about Winter. These are the best examples of Sunset Winter poems written by international poets.
illuminating
gold sunset silhouettes pines....
winter lingers long
Gadabout butterflies
glitter like red sunset.
Gem sparkles in the west.
Gracious nature provides
glamour hues in winter.
Glad robin sings, lustrous.
Goodbye, last robustness.
summer red sunsets
faded with the blue ocean
hug a starry night
above dark waters
the stars' optimal moment
attract watching eyes
~best twinkling instants~
a reverie to be kept
when grey winter shows
I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire
and T.S. Eliot and the demise
of the political elites.
The conscription ballot hung
over our heads helmeted
in a flowering of uncombed hair
in the winter of 1966.
We thought the world was about
to tip, that the old regime
was coughing its last
on Craven A and Camel cigarettes.
Booze was cheap and jobs
chased us down the street.
In a hundred buried silos,
annihilation was just a push
of a button away.
We partied hard beneath
the threat of that mushroom cloud.
We're old now, sit under the cloud
of our own thoughts, replaying
scratchy, worn out tracks
retrieved from the sleeves
of our neural LP's.
What we tore down back then
has been replaced with more
sinister demons that eat away
at the collective soul.
In the end, everything
is just reabsorbed.
Some of us still frequent
coffee shops and discuss
Baudelaire and T.S. Eliot,
still write poetry,
shed a tear
at the melancholic beauty
of a setting sun.
there was a snake bathing in the sunset
draped around the veins, the dead branches
winter never welcomes reptiles
but it wore twilight like a heat lamp jacket
back flat, tobacco treat burning sweet
the switchgrass swayed like waves in wind
the blades carried my wading body as it bobbed
and swayed to the scent of serenity
lavender and apricot bled in the sky
a marriage of pastels to perfect this pastiche
this is art incarnate none could ever reach
so please don't let me wake from this tranquil dream
Winter taunts with his sunset
blushing the underside of clouds
with colors of Spring blossom pinks
stretched across the waning sky.
Painted as with an artist’s
expert brush
teasing my soul
languishing in yearning
for the breath of Spring,
Reminding me who watches
how very distant
Spring blossoms be.
Sun settles
On the winter chimes
While setting.
As crystals, virtuous choir, ring— running frost on glass; shadows back off
At a bruised muse's light split— cold brass on fire
Sun settles
From December's trill
Like bright gloom.
the winter sunset
is so beautiful
with a rosy pink band
like a ribbon streaking
a lovely band of color
across the sky
beyond the frosty trees
below a stain a vein
of yellow gold
with sprinkles of purple
& navy
variegated mottled sublime
swirling
with winter white
smears blurring & streaking
uninterrupted
for a moment
visible & then
slipping falling
& fading
when maple sun melts
along orange ice of dusk
brisk-ballet shall breathe
in pale love's snowy scents for -
I'm your midnight's moon-pearled rose...
Fashionable Fall flaunts her lustrous leaves,
catwalks flowing flora with earnest ease.
Haunting lullabies from the quaking trees
cast chilling currents from mountain to keys.
Dancing diamonds of glistening glow
show skies with promise of soon-to-be snow.
Sunrises and sunsets are a fireworks show
scattering the stars like dice in a throw.
Gowns of complementary colors trace
ribboned harvest fields at riotous pace.
Swirling with natural, elegant grace,
her glamor failing and fast losing face.
Tattered trees largely stripped bare of their clothes
leave a psychedelic pathway that flows.
With each rowdy breeze, it gustily blows,
and turns pale snozzle to a reddened nose.
With stinging, shallow breath and crimson cheeks
embrace lacy lakes and mountains’ paling peaks
till Winter steals through Fall and solemnly seeks
favor for upcoming ice-hearted weeks.
I live among the sunsets, all around
the dying flames of family and friends.
Shared dawns so vibrant, now so far away,
still remain remembered with affection
as are the days lost early in the morn.
The sultry afternoons we shared, passion
at its glorious, youthful lofty height,
soon softened into mellow winter eves.
I live among the sunsets, all around;
as I await the dark and midnight hour.
There's new sunrise every morning
For, there's always a new beginning
So tame your heart and brace your faith
Hold high the beacon of your fate
Hope is reborn everyday
Hope works even in holiday
So when you fail, don't be upset
For, there's sunrise after sunset
If there's winter, there is spring
Sooner the bells of hope will ring
Like light of stars in the night sky
The flame of hope will never die
And even if the sky is dim
For sure, beyond the clouds there's whim
For, to a heart that longs for fruition
After the sunset, hope is reborn
Orange floods the western skies
Blue the color of your eyes
Yellow bringing thoughts to mind
Of blouses and blankets, of dreams in kind
Of chairs for one that contain two
Of passions and pleasures I'll share with you
Of daydreams with hopes that one day will be
As real as the sunset I currently see
To hold you and kiss you, unabashed and unhid
To gaze on your beauty with sight so limpid
To erase the distance right now that's soooo far
To love and appreciate all who you are
A snowstorm a winter has not before seen
Come now my love and let us convene
The moment we've waited for soon will arrive
My long since gone springtime has now been revived
Cider, you,me…in front of an insouciant fire.
Cinnamon cider swirling in cloissone cups.
Life, a perfect sunset in your amber-chocolate eyes, I dearly sought.
Later, to our bed, to peacefully retire.
The calico cat’s tail wound about our feet.
The tartan blanket embellished us in beauty.
Creating wedding plans, a pleasurable duty.
In graciousness, that we so blessed did meet.!
1/27/2023
Peaceful is the dusk
When snow is softly falling
And ruby sun's just faded
Snowy hills beckon
to eager ones, sledding soon
in the gladsome days of youth!
Written on 1/8/2023
For: Winter Sedoka Poetry
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Sponsor: Charles Messina