#sunset poem

A moment of serenity hard to reach.

The waves crashing onto the shore,

A melody that one could adore.

With every sound, I'm taken away,

To a place of peace, where I can sway.

My worries fade away into the sea,

Carried off by the waves so free.

The colors of orange, pink, and red,

Paint a picture in my head.

A peaceful moment that is rare,

As if time has stopped to stare.

The salty air and the sand at my feet,

A scene so beautiful, it's hard to beat.

I wish this moment would never end,

But the sun has set, and darkness descends.

I'll forever cherish this memory,

Of gazing into the sunset so heavenly.

The waves taking me to a different place,

A moment of pure bliss and grace.

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙.𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕

𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕.

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞,

𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞...

𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐.

-☀︎︎ 𝚋 𝚞 𝚝 𝚝 𝚎 𝚛 𝚏 𝚕 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 𝚛 𝚒 𝚜 𝚒 𝚗 𝚐 ☀︎︎

The sky, oh the beautiful sky! How you glisten in my eyes. Your use of a paint brush is immaculate! Each night, each morning, a new and extravagant sight awaits gracing my eyes to its beauty. I sit at my window like a little kid on Christmas, watching your colors dance through the air. As a child like giddiness washes over me each time I watch you rise on my dreary walk to the bus stop. The dark winter mornings make it harder for me to see your vast beauty as you haven’t brought your warm bright eyes over my horizon yet. However the nights you set so early. It’s barely time to start preparing supper before you have to leave to rest yourself.

Blending into a deep blue

The roses, the sky,

Golden sun lashes,

The taste of rye

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Big clouds, swirling

In between, sun rays

Poles of fervency,

Lingers burnt day

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The ocean deeper

Than cathedrals

Shimmering allure

Shines immortal

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Someday white bones,

May lie upon,

The shifting silver

Of midnight sands

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If I were to

Wait here, as long

As my heart adores

Your morning song

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The down clouds, like

A field of rose

My hands long to hold

Each petal prose

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So cold and drear

They truly are,

But still warm with their

Starry silk dreams

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Each beat sewn

Soft,warm,beautiful.

Today I came. Showing my colours

I stood proud. Shining bright.

But my moments fleeting, and all that’s left is the dull,dark,sky.

But tomorrow I will come again. See you soon. Pink, yellow sunset.

To me

Sunsets are incredibly beautiful

The blending of colours

Dark reds

Vibrant oranges

And rich yellows

Pigments twisting

And merging

And swirling

Then fading

As day turns to dusk

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.

But every time

Anyone mentions the beauty

Of the sky

They mention a sunrise

Full of light

And hope

And colour

Giving them the drive

To get on with their day

Something I just

Can’t

Seem to experience

In the same breathless way

I experience a sunset.

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.

Or they bring up

The hidden mystery of stars

Little glints of light against

A pitch black abyss

Constellations

Marking points

For stories

And visions

Of a future

I’m not sure we’ll see.

But to me,

Stars can only bring hints

Of the joy and expression

A sunset gives me.

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.

So I think

I’ll just go on taking pictures

And staring at the colours

As day turns to dusk