#sunsets poems on Hello Poetry

Serena martius Oct 2014

What is beauty?
An ideal stuffed down our throats,
That makes us scrutinise reflections
To trace every single flaw and imperfection in our very being?
I've long since stopped searching for beauty in the mirror,
It was a loosing battle, no mater what empty compliments were spat my way.
Instead I've come to think of beauty as freedom,
As liberation from the shackled thoughts of society,
And it's come to mean so much.... more.
Beauty isn't in the angular curves of malnourished models,
The photoshopped perfection of tabloid queens.
No.
Beauty is in muted sunsets,
Colours thrown up as homage to a whispered day,
Cradles by clouds and wisps of white.
Beauty is in the moments that make you itch for a pen,
A brush, a lens: anything to preserve the moment
In perfect clarity so that you can feel again the breath thieving awe.
Beauty is in woven fingers and passionate touches,
Love shouted through the twitch of a mouth and the softening of eyes.
Beauty is caught in the second you stop, look up
And dig your nails into a world that spins too quickly,
Seizing every day that flies your way.

#love #living #fake #nature #beauty #writing #painting #models #sunsets

Tara Marie Oct 2014

Autumn's Breath

The breath of autumn dawns
upon the stagnant, sullen ground.
Quaking oh so suddenly,
and spreading whispers round.
The scent of every color
changing tone to tone.
and falling, effervescently
beneath the moon's stark bones.
The silent metamorphosis
creeps from grass to tree,
not accursed or tantalized,
but ever now so free.
They're playing tag with color,
and shedding summer shade,
caressing grass with remnants
of winded leaves as graves.
Now, as the sun decides to set,
and beckon warmth awry.
A streak of color lights the earth,
and collapses in the sky.

#life #fall #nature #beauty #trees #color #cold #autumn #leaves #sunsets

Blue Sweater Sep 2014

Awake and Unafraid

There used to be a time
When I was ineffably afraid of the darkness.
The beguiling blackness
That seemed to size me up
And consume me whole
I suffered
From an acute fear of the unknown

But I'm a little bigger now
And the darkness beckons
It's the truth that makes me groan
The everyday mundane
The cycle of the known
And now, all I wish for
Is to ride out into the darkness with you
Not to Sunsets
But to a place in the valley
Where everyone can see us
And yet no one can see us
Take me away to the beautiful unknown.

Written in a bit of a rush.

#love #poetry #life #thoughts #darkness #is #shower #sunsets #jumbled #lights

cr Sep 2014

exhaustion

my knuckles are bruised,
the colour of sunsets and
irony, because they say i'd
never hurt a fly yet i'd
throw my fist into a window
as a fatal act of defiance.

hasn't the world
taken enough from me?

#suicide #depression #abuse #anxiety #tired #selfharm #colour #bruises #sunsets #knuckles

Adelina Marie Aug 2014

colorblind

i feel deep sorrow for those who are
colorblind.
not because they cannot
distinguish the difference between a
red rose or white, or
a green dress and blue, but
because they cannot see
the beauty that is the sunset.
they cannot tell of the colors that
hold onto one another and
mix in perfect harmony as they
blanket the sun and let her
sleep for the night, giving way to the
glint of the moon.
they cannot see the hues that
cause lovers to become awestruck and
fall deeper in love.
but they can see shadows and light.
they can see how their girlfriend's hair
darkens her profile a tiny bit,
creating contours.
they can see how beautiful she looks when
the sunlight hits her eyes and
makes them shine a brightness in competition
with the night stars.
they can see how the light slips from her face at night and how
shadows replace the brightness.
they can see how the morning light pushes out these shadows,
making room to lighten her face
once again.
perhaps the rise and fall of the light on a woman's face
are all the sunsets a
colorblind person
ever needs.

#light #colors #shadows #sunsets #colorblind

Rob Parish Jul 2014

**Wish**

Wish that I were the moon,
to softly kiss your sleep.
To lie, in love, beside you,
caress your slumber deep.

Wish that I were the stars,
to light your darkest night,
to hold your heart inside me,
A beacon shinning bright.

Wish that I were the sun,
to wash your every day,
to colour all your sunsets,
warmth that never goes away.

Wish that I were the wind,
to whisper breaths of love.
To send a sign off ecstasy,
enraptured from above.

Wish that I were time,
to give back what had passed,
to ask for all or nothing,
just to be with you at last.

#love #kiss #moon #time #stars #hold #warmth #lie #sunsets #caress

Jess Brady Apr 2014

Things that don't make me nervous

• flowers
• sunsets
• the beach
• you

#love #flowers #beach #sunsets

Weasel Apr 2014

Dyin' Sunset

Folks, I noticed a dyin' sunset today
It made me weep
Just like the raindrops
That hit my cheeks

{ Weasel }

#sadness #evening #sunsets