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Vic May 2019
From sunrise until twilight,
My love for you is red like your blood.
From sundown until morning light,
My love for you is black, like the leaves dried
From the rose I wanted to give you
But never did.
Oh darling,
Isn't it lovely to be in so much pain?
A poem every day
The sky was so blue

Parched paper meadow
Of a deeply delicate twilight
The sky was

The tree

And it swayed
Sobbing clean whistle
So shyly did the tickled bristle
Tenderly bow welcome here
And the tree was

A wave so
Sea-glow clear and satin shadowed it was

The sea

Summoned sweetly its
Deep kaleidoscope in carbonated breath
As old as my soul and
These deep seas were the river running sky.
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Solaces May 2019
The shadows played in the glow..
They were a little hard to see you know..
Waiting for the twilight tide..
Casting their way home..

On sunset dreams..
The night shades gleam..
Part of the twilight tide now..
And forgotten light beams..

The sunrise twilight..
The dark before the dawn sight..
Twilight fades to the morning sun..
Shadow ocean tide subsides until the night..
S  H  A  D  O  W
Nat Lipstadt Apr 2019
“into the women-coloured twilight”

from Post Impressions (VI)   by E. E. *******^



there is a woman here who seeded in a ‘darling,’
awhile ago, thinking it passed unnoticed
but wax polished and jewelry bag separate kept

placed in a soft Etsy silken purse
suitable for holding precious iou’s,
vision her in the fields picking up the fragrance
of bulbs from soil, now scented upon a working woman's gloves,
arrival timed, in the woman-colored twilight of e.e.’s woman,
knowing she will be both prepared and unprepared,
perhaps for my recital, certainly, my comings unexpected


she knows I come with no singularity or multi-purpose,
except to complete this poem with proper decorum,
decorum properly undefined, but how many fictitious poems
scribbled in between the living days, in plastic bags to keep,
till a grounded definition is someday procured


April 2019
^ http://academyofamericanpoets.cmail20.com/t/ViewEmail/y/A0771945B4813E90/98E58011B0AFF2EF20B193FBA00ED1DB2
J Michael Apr 2019
She winked at me...
Through the northern breeze,
Carrying the oil
For the painting I'd breathe.

Climbing the boughs,
I gently waved.
Over stately lines,
Above their leafy train.

My bedded Sun,
Lay behind hill's crest.
Wayward moon pining,
Empathizing with mine.

Before the stars came running,
A counsel to the lonely bodies.
I left that artful canopy.
Smiling, I think,

"She thought of me."
Echo Apr 2019
Twilight
Who is't art thee?
It's neither day nor night.
Blurring Encountering Fading
TASOKARE
Tasokare (Twilight) is use at dusk when it becomes impossible to discern one another's faces. It means 'Who are you?'
Erian Rose Apr 2019
you left me standing
alone
in the twilight of it all
you vanished in the mist
in the hurt
of everything
you left me standing
alone
Mohsin Latif Mar 2019
As the ground gleam with the gold
As the grass glow in the glum
As the mist settles on the petals
As the blooms begin to sob
As the oaks speak nothing, but silence
As the leaves chatter together

Oblivious to the pains, and of the endeavors
Masquerading tears, hiding sorrows
Buried in the memories of the burning past
An inexplicable melancholy in the air
Intoxicating everyone in the twilight gloom
I hope this dusk never settles
And we could relish this moment together
be-no-one Mar 2019
We're like day and night ,they say.
And we will never meet, they say.
       But they forget day and night,
    Meet each other during twilight.
Mitch Prax Mar 2019
When I eclipse,
just know that we will meet again
and you will be at my side.
I will shine on you again
and we will give the world
something they won't forget-
a dazzling twilight for all to see.
I am your sun,
you are my moon.
Don't leave me in darkness
anytime soon.
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