Twilights Poems - Poems about Twilights

I saw the twilights care Its glimmer, gleam Then gone Next to daylights Answers With listen less No songs I saw the cost It’s ever With cares Laid bare No wrongs The twilights less A reason With a witness By the stars The moon and Meaning glisten A night not Made with bars The always is An answer Like each at Break of dawn There the twilight Is missing With stars At more than Then gone It’s...

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Kiss my lips for the last time, and let the clock end its chime, remember, life with me was not a dream, don't be sad at little sparrows flight, when the wise owl sees into the final night, a wry smile for the years that did creep, paying no heed to patient twilight sleep, when those grains of sand have fallen from...

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The moist breeze humidity The bright light solar Sun Taunting lawn flourishes Evening sun brightly shines New images fun Color Twilight 9/23/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020...

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Silent dust remains of love Basket weaves the bony chest Bats devouring wings above Patiently the finest rest Basket weaves the bony chest Air no longer to respire Patiently the finest rest Deepest sleep repose retire Air no longer to respire Bellows final work of art Deepest sleep repose retire Reaper comes, we all depart Bellows final work of art Bats devouring wings above Reaper comes, we all depart Silent...

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Twilight's dawn Twilight dawn drifted Past our wandering shores What’s near is far What’s far is near Within our reaching grasps Impressions verge To heights unknown Dark of black Where mirrored light emerges Reflected within its silent realms Where nothing stays all things free Disappears the things we see Passing time as shades...

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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...

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Twilight finally at rest peace serenely blanketing. Singing of the ticking timepiece, patter at the stillness. High-pitch sound of quiet lingering insanely. Hour’s transient, expressions of a book, devours the mind. Unexpectedly, the eye catches a dim glimpse of light. Pages of paragraphs being digested, luminosity disregarded. Light grows more intense, as if the attention is desired. The head turns, to reveal...

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