Twilight(A) Poems | Examples

Polaris

Before the void happened to me,
you happened, or more precisely your voice
came across oceans
—Fate was feeling kind that day, I imagine,
			with your voice she weaved
			a lifeline, pulled me back
			across black water—

You happened, and the void,
while still there, doesn’t pull anymore.
The murk can no longer devour
when you are twilight, a
soft-lit haven against nihility.
In the lone, moonless night, a polaris—

I reach out with both arms
and no passage plan
			—You’d take my hands, wouldn’t you?

			Before the void took mine,
			I found you.

A Crimson Sky Breaks the Distant Shore

I squinted while gazing into the western skies
my attention drawn to banks where willows wept.
Twilight, a melange of magical moments in my eyes,
usually interludes when twilight colors were windswept
just before the juncture where daylight slowly faded 
and the reign between sun and moon were traded.

But tonight, "a crimson sky breaks the distant shore."
Appearing low across the horizon as if flames of fire 
or a canvas where vermillion paint fills every open pore.
Dusk glows with summer heat as shifts of light transpire.
Silently, the sun sinks, and the transfer of rule unfolds.
Trailing behind are gossamer rays of ambers and golds.

Moon Memento - Silver Dust Tales

Written: April 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Suzette Richards

         ***********************************

In shimmering twilight, a memento on the moon lies quiet,
a story etched in silver dust, evokes the wanderer of the past.
Moon serenity is countless, and heart beats bear sureness.
Astral footsteps foster starlight, tracks of kismet smite.
Human creation will grow, even as infernal fungi blow,
Guided by its healing glow, ideas rise as heaven flows.
A beacon for cosmic treasure hunters, lost in wonder, 
Scattering nuclear waves across our broken raves.
Moon rulers of night's endless canvas, secrets soundless,
Each crater bears a mark of human spirit, etched by hopes legit.
Echoes of vast growth, the fallout of anarchy, and sloth,
A stark slant of man trespass, bloody scenes of raw gas.
Visions reveal paths daring, souls can roam in the glaring,  
A reminder that dreams stay, even under peaceful skies.

Chosen

John 15:19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.

In the twilight, a voice comes on a still night
Singing of wonder, blessings, insight
Beyond the meanings, beneath the delight
With only the purpose of glistening bright,
Breaking hearts who are, certainly, not right.

In the moments, before joy falls like snow
Blessing away the darkest colors who blow
Soundless flakes, quiet as souls who know
Love is a promise, fading into the distant flow
With a beautiful beyond words, a gentle glow

In the eyes of the heart who sincerely believes
Joy is poured out on the pining soul who greaves
His purpose is to silence tears – His love relieves
He is the light that no shadow of doubt deceives
He’s the life who the greatest poet conceives

Never doubt Him, who melts hearts who’re froze
Assuring souls that His love just grows and grows
There is assurance that He is the light who just knows
Wherever we go, there is assurance that He arose
So each of us can know what it means to be chose!

Coven in the Walgreens Parking Lot

With twilight a few days away
Answers were revealed in strange places

Alignment of the planets
A chorus only I heard

A coven of 5 female clowns
Holding hands in a circle
In the Walgreens parking lot
Slowly walking in circles
Chanting some unrecognizable omen

Everyone saw them, only I heard them
You see, folks come to Walgreens 
Hoping for a cure
Real or imaginary 

An apparition appeared through the mist
Apparently the chanting showed results

A tall figure, hair aflame
Exulted the coven to disperse

Shooting stars hesitated above their heads
Casting an evil glow upon them

Suddenly the clowns disappeared 
Screams fading into the trees 
Leaving only charred ashes

Omens

       Cast

                Away

Abode Of Bliss

“Floating on divine delight the journey 
isn’t construed amiss,
it takes life through the sanctum of soul 
to the bay of bliss.” – Quote by Poet


The journey began a long time ago,
across rough terrain of plaintive plateau. 
Traversed lone life’s meandering pathway,
despite distractions I didn’t ever stray.

The sun shines now in seamless cobalt sky,
ripples of whispering breeze pass me by.
Colored canvas of joyous scene in sight, 
while I trace butterfly trails of delight.

At edge of twilight a surging stream flows.
When all portals of time behind me close,
I’ll build a bridge designed by destiny,
walk the last mile on path of ecstasy.

Cross the bridge over the angst-sliced abyss,
from where He’ll take me to abode of bliss.

Almost

Summer's end once again is almost here
But I welcome the disappearance of high heat with cheer
Even though I will miss my whip-poor-will's song

He sings at twilight a most rapturous song 
His symphonic melody adds a special savor here
And creates anticipation for each evening's cheer  

When he visits, heart filled, then releases his music's cheer
It makes me want to learn his undulating song
Then day after day all winter long there'd be music here

Evenings here then would end with cheer, and morns would begin with song

Golden Year's Unveiled

In golden years, where time slows its pace,
Retirement's embrace, a serene grace.
Beyond the clock's ticking, life anew,
Unveiling vistas, dreams to pursue.

No longer bound by the daily grind,
A symphony of moments, unconfined.
Wisdom gained, like a timeless tome,
Outliving retirement, finding a home.

Each day unfolds with leisure's delight,
A canvas of joy, painted just right.
Embracing passions, long set aside,
In the twilight, a second wind resides.

Echoes of laughter, shared tales unfold,
A narrative spun in threads of gold.
Outliving retirement, a second chance,
Dancing through life's eternal dance.

Bali Hai You Call Me

Bali Hai, you call me
Only me, only me.
Bali Hai, you whisper
And I return with my hopes and dreams to your sea.

Sun is glistening on the top of the sparking water so deep
into flamingo pink twilight a bit of tangerine and marigold seep
As a castaway, let me find my island paradise, my refuge, my escape.
And if I meet a super hero there, he shall wrap me in his magic cape.

Today I am enthralled with the exotic, erotic, neurotic dance of the sea.
Bali Hai, you call me.
Only me,
Only me….

Misty-Eyed

Sweet mists of morning, and rose red mystery,
So much color all around, nothing is left to see,
Orangey mists of twilight, a tangerine surprise,
I can't see pearl stars, for beauty's in my eyes.

Golden mists of afternoon, hazy clouds in grass,
Pretty as a silken flower, though it will not last!
Deep purple midnight mists, so airy and dreamy, 
Wafting in my gardens, in the moonlight creamy.

A Time For Us, Again

*Image of Discover by Pixabay.

A Time For Us, Again

Traipsing sunbeams pivots slothfully to moon gleams, 
steeped profound shadows to vivid flirtatious shades,
albeit, daylight or twilight, a time for us exists always,
feelings of our yesterdays, nothing begin tomorrows,
views from each other draped in unforgettable smiles, 
chats slip to small talks, idle steps drifts to wandering,
tad forward bit behind till side-by-side our hands held,
tight grips grin senses, embrace progress the moment, 
heads tilt lips touch the fullness of each other's breath,
taste the sweetness of the other's soul, now be it blink,
wink or reopened eyes is blissfully kept locked away in,
hearts tender beat occasions itself time and time again.

2020 August 16
*1st Place*
A Time For Us
~~JCB Burl: Judged 2020 August 27

Crossing the Bridge To Bliss

The journey began a long time ago,
traversed life’s meandering lone pathway
across terrain of uneven plateau,
despite distractions I didn’t ever stray.

The sun shines bright in seamless cobalt sky,
colored canvas of contoured vale in sight, 
ripples of whispering breeze pass me by,
while I trace butterfly trails of delight.

At edge of twilight a raging stream flows, 
I’ll build a bridge designed by destiny.
When all the portals of time behind close,
walk the last mile on path of ecstasy.

Cross the bridge over the stream-sliced abyss,
from where He’ll take me to abode of bliss.

It Haunts Me

A mirage of deathly shadow grates my mind…
flinging me out beyond a holed nightscape;
it traps my existence on chains  of insanity
as footsteps race against a tortuous wind
drumming, banging, yelling old sins;
and how it laughs as if to rake my bones
into pieces... NO, is there a way
out from this purgatory, this meshed labyrinth?
A  surreal whip  drives me between
zones of hysteria  and coherence:

Yet, it haunts all imaginings..  a slide-show
zooming in, out a ravine’s edge to rows 
where bloodied vines climb inside walls of my head…
Gasping for breath, I wake in the dead 
of twilight: a  nightmare’s pursuit
lynching my sleep again, again...and again.



For john lawless' IT contest
12/10/2017

Sonnet of a Lonely Cup

Near or far wherever I choose to go
No river I come across no cool shade
In light or dark I find only grey snow
In velvet leaf enters deep a cold blade

Whether at home or outside it will come
Along with me a painful cup lonely
Despite the mob terribly noisesome
The dark and dull books still further empty 

Whether rain or spring it is always there 
The snow to lay its icy hands on mine
Dust in lynched lust in blue and black despair
In the vein of twilight a pain saline

Under the sun anywhere I seek rest
Feast of loneliness exults in its crest 
________________________________________
26/9/2016

The Burrow

My heart lays within the burrow. 

In the stillness of this place there is beauty, its envelopes the terrain. 

Softness is embodied in the rich colors of both shade and hue. 

Lush emerald herbage, grass swaying within the current that embraces you. 

Twilight, a glistening blanket ensnared within the ebony backdrop. 

There is an abundance of life, it thrives in the meadow. 

To the wolves who bay. 

To the coyotes that cackle. 

There is life within the burrow. 

May you play in the evergreen for an eternity, your mind privy to time. 

Chase the swiftness of the jack rabbit, paw at passing fireflies. 

Nestle yourself among the comforts of the vegetation, embrace both warmth and wonder. 

Incarnate is this place. 

For my heart lays within the burrow and as do you, as do you

• Short Twilight(A) Poems
• Famous Twilight(A) Poems
• Best Twilight(A) Poems
• Read Twilight(A) Poems
• Long Twilight(A) Poems
• Twilight(A) Quotes