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Rising of the sun,
Another evening had come and gone,
Fresh dew on my lawn.
Good Morning everybody, we made it to Friday.
Maria Feb 20
A glass of wine, a rainy evening…
The window’s wide open, the candles blink.
The wind is trying to put them out.
Silence fills her. No need to think.

She feels good, and no need to hurry.
Tears of heaven delight the ear.
She has no friends. She has no girlfriends.
And only her cat is always near.

She is contented with her aloneness.
There’s no fluster or moping at all.
She’s pleased with herself and she is honest
With her own conscience and with her soul.

She doesn’t want any loving thrills,
No worrying, no passions, no needless doubts.
All is got over. Nothing remains.
Enough as it were so many fouls.

The wine is drunk. The evening is chilly.
The window’s wide open. The candles went out.
She calmly goes to pure bedroom.
No need to hurry. And all is out.
neth jones Feb 18
the sun sets loud
blood soaks into dark places
       below the horizon
14/02/25
haiku inspired
Half-chuckles flourishing in the night time scene
Slow deep breathes connect us
Staring into the darkened sky
We waited


I had a really great moment that I wanted to turn into a poem, but I just can’t finish it. I don’t know how to. Frankly I don’t know what we waited for..
Just waiting.
I wish for someone to take what I started and finish it
While I wait for something to come to mind
And I may finish it myself
The day’s last light fades into the hush,
Evening’s arrival with a gentle rush.
In the glow of dusk, I find my seat,
Basking in the night, sacred and sweet.

Stars awaken as the sky turns deep blue,
A celestial canvas, each night anew.
The world slows down, and in this space,
I find solace in the night’s gentle grace.

So let the evening come, let the stars shine,
In this sacred moment, I and the divine intertwines.
With a grateful heart, I embrace the night,
In its tranquil presence, everything feels right.
When all is silent, a sacred peace ensues.
Zywa Dec 2024
Winter evenings at

home, a faint light from outside --


faint sounds blowing by.
Collection "Local tardiness"
Savio Fonseca Dec 2024
The Ocean with Her Songs and Freedom,
is like a Rose in the Desert Tonight.
The Night with all Her beauteous Wisdom,
is holding the Sky like the Wings of a Kite.
The Moon.......in all its Regal Splendour,
is a Ghost serenading the Dark Skies.
The Clouds are praying for Rain and Thunder.
As Mother Earth moans out hollow Sighs.
I shall wrap, all My Dreams in a White Paper
and carefully tie them, with a Yellow Bow.
Then lay them among the White Lilies,
that lie where the Wild Berries Grow.
Night grows, from the death of the Evening
and carries the Stars beneath Her Wings.
Morning wakes up, to the Dawn of Sunrise 
and Nightingales, are all ready to Sing.
Nameisis Dec 2024
is that your voice,
way over hill and dale,
or are those sirens again
are these tears,
that wet my sunken cheeks,
or is that rain,
too embarrassed to pour
is that the redness of your cheeks
and the freckles,
little stardust,
or is it the sky, blushing,
and the stars come out to haunt
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