Sunset Poems
Out, Out
by Robert Frost
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
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The Destruction Of Sennacherib
by George Gordon Byron
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
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Last Ride Together, The
by Robert Browning
I.
I said---Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be---
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take back the hope you gave,---I claim
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The Stone
by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.
Three days before, a splintered rock
Had struck her lover dead--
Had struck him in the quarry dead,
Where, careless of a warning call,
He loitered, while the shot was fired--
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Leaf
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red leaf
with the stars,
falling.
Maroon dusk
crawling.
Twirling last
dance!
Prettier, livelier
than ever
before.
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The weight of dusk
by Little Dark age
Hues of pink and purple tuck the day,
Now fading into gray—
A fragile husk, an empty shell,
Now quiet in the dusk.
Soft, wispy clouds of fluff drift low and slow,
Their curves kissed by a golden glow.
They blush and hush, then pale with grace,
As dusk begins to take their place.
They cradle your silent ache,
The weight you never dared to wake.
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Sparkle Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
alive like rainbows
buds bluebirds wild ecstasy ~
cherry sun gone down
Shattered
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Chaos color blast
blue sun is traveling fast
past a blood red moon.
Creatures scurry for cover
on the dark side of summer.
Red tailed comets streak
Paisley colors growing weak,
Midst music, dance, laughs!
Night has destroyed amber day;
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Leaf
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Red leaf
with the stars,
falling.
Maroon dusk
crawling.
Twirling last
dance!
Prettier, livelier
than ever
before.
......
A Naturally Beautiful Outlook
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
An island sunset, when mango moon is calling,
Lush palm fronds sway, when the day is stalling.
Ivory tailed comet, comes but once in a lifetime,
Sitting in tropical sunset, at just the right time.
Gemmed hummingbird sparkle. Destiny dreams.
Pink sun is roving. Glossy crows' feathers gleam.
What was left behind, is often recalled to mind;
Yet, plum fate isn't unkind, as love again you find.
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John Greenleaf Whittier (10 poems about Sunset)
17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892 / Haverhill, Massachusetts -
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