Twilight Poems - Poems about Twilight

The light withdraws— not abruptly, but with the grace of someone tiptoeing from a room ...

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"My poem is a hidden acrostic, Sponsored by: Crystol Woods. That's who its for. I wonder how I will score." Quote by the poet. _______________________________________________________________ The day is ending.Traveling done, no more roaming. On the threshold 0f change, spirited emotions intensify, Dusk and sunset, when They meet, it’s the gloaming. As ominous silver streaks Weave across a sun...

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soft glow of colorful brilliance the sun dips below the horizon tips of its' light fade into night the sun sets to harken dreams of dusk the crown of the sun peaks above the horizon and lifts the light of day with a glow of colors painting the sky with the sun's rising night surrenders to the promise of a new dawn...

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I wander through the rust of twilight, carrying your name like a bell melted in a still-throbbing heart I don't know if I love you or if my pupils just shine under your uncertain and fragile spell Thoughts flow like glass birds, colliding, shattering, and piecing back together on the retina in a spiral Sometimes I hide my...

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Being here with you in this wooded glade Golden autumn leaves gathering round our feet Night creeping in as the light begins to fade The twilight sheds her spell, soft and sweet Tonight, here in this dappled shade Treasure nor gold, with you, could not compete ...

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no - not yet light, linger breathe a little let day be undone and quietly unfold kiss me in hazy shadow entwining beneath amber fires for love is tender in silhouette with whispered hush of setting sun on skin spellbound as saffron sky fades to navy surrender sighs like the evening breeze to the velvet of night-time's touch twilight, I am a-tremble light teeters on the...

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A twilight, hard as it tries to disparage, shall always remain dazzling in my mind. The Sun, down, down, into the dark of night carried off by the gloaming, gently it goes; glaring, blazing, and impressive to the eye. Never forget the astral stellar winks skyward, from the ever-present celestial constellations. The dark is cloudy; the dark is opaque, much like the closing...

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I sit alone in the twilight, Where silence speaks volumes at night, It's not the same as a journey across the turbulent sea, A door opens before me. I walk through the mystery door, Wondering what awaits me to explore, I anticipate the best, Hoping to live each day unperturbed and blessed. Must...

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“When you find someone who can turn your world around for better, tell him/her everything you wish to say. Perhaps your dreams that never came true may be realized. Who knows”~ By Poet Slowly fades the light of day’s solemn hours. The sky in colors of amber and pink marvels. Desert roses from crannies peek their heads out. Here...

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You taste as if twilight were— lavender swirling like smoke from the earth licorice lingering with the full moon’s soft pull a sweetness both dark and divine. Your skin sparkles with starlight electric and soft as moth wings. We sip the pink sky lemonade lakes cascade through our fingers time unspools between our hands while the past drinks from our open palms. The air crackles...

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"I find tranquility where sand meets sea at twilight's gleam and poets dream" - by author Reclined am I beneath the shimmer of a summer sky. It spills pink-persimmon woven in and out of feathered clouds. I relish these moments when the strawberry moon’s ascent is nigh. Sand, sea, and serenity reign here far from city crowds. To the sun...

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A whisper of rain on a window pane, A silver thread, a soft refrain. The city sighs, a muted hum, While shadows lengthen, silently come. A neon bloom in the twilight's hold, A story whispered, never told. The streetlights flicker, amber eyes, Reflecting dreams and soft goodbyes. A lonely saxophone, a mournful plea, Drifts on the breeze, wild and free. The heart remembers a tender...

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The welkin spreads its twilight wiles, Crepuscular crescent moon smiles, As the setting sun says goodbye, Salmon streaks the lazuline sky; The orange ball of fire does sink, And today, slowly, it turns pink, Kaleidoscopic hues, they dye, ...

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flashed autumn’s trees, the limbs gray leaves crunching quietly, like a feeling being crushed, crumpled lost dreams who compel me to see the grief the nostalgia – graceful as a still light falling, aching, engraving hope into the heart, hesitating so I know the music of a thought who hears joy flowing on the echoes grieving for the past, where love could last but never, on...

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