"dusking" poems
Trouble, good o’ friend;
Have you come to visit me once again?
I passed the streets, walking through paved stones;
Looking through stalls as people dance.
Like dusking eve, blown where life shown;
In solitude, in dismay, I am not at home.
For who have you come for, if not my lone heart?
The clouds downpour, life is like a dart.
People drift along like dripping blood;
I find blood easy to dry, yet a longevity of stain.
Smear myself in cold blood, my attire continues changing.
If only, if that, if then, good o’ friend;
Must you only live by if?
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
I sang a song at dusking time
Beneath the evening star,
And Terence left his latest rhyme
To answer from afar.
Pierrot laid down his lute to weep,
And sighed, “She sings for me,”
But Colin slept a careless sleep
Beneath an apple tree.
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Far away, over the monstrous gray summits
As dusking shadows crept stealthily on,
When night had turned stygian
And glow worms had begun throwing flickers of light
Like sequins stitched onto a flowing velvet gown,
When night sky had thus turned
Into a rare configuration of light and shade
When in the west was burning a solitary star
And like a one man army, it valiantly blocked
The advance of infiltrating clouds,
When fledglings cuddled for warmth
Under their mother’s flayed wings
When cicadas were chanting their litany in shrill monotone,
When the breeze whispered sweet nothings in my ear
And autumn leaves in strong gale
Flew about and nosedived into their ebony bed,
When my conscious thoughts evaporated
And I was left to linger in a semi stupor,
I knew a familiar spirit visiting me unsought
With the passion of a lover eager to subdue;
Morpheus with the scent of poppy leaves all about him
To lure my soul to bliss and chill the heat of weary toil
By the indulgent grip of his masculine hands
He took me on his wings to uncharted oceans and fairy isles
And finally to his secret chamber for a date
Making me swoon in secreted ecstasy!
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
busking to the outer hands
grasping for a taste of life
reaching for a soft thigh
breathing in the scent
upon a sigh
I sing the song of the outcast
the borderlands stand foreign
against all thought
and the ruling emotion
is
pure
emotion
a guttural cry is last
next to our swaying motion
darker than the twilight
throatier than a growl
to come apart in the moonlight
without running a foul
of crossing from the sunlight
to the darker plains of pain
the borderlands are not for the weak
or those starved of the rain
the dryness is oppressive
the darkness is aggressive
dusking in the borderland
leaves one crooning
to the old world muse
with a fragility
that is impressive
so they sit upon the crossroads
listening to the songs of desire
and watch the sun set
but left an empty shell
because they refused
to be consumed
by the fire
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
Wrought-wide eyes from catching clouds on the safety of our backs
Who's lifting who dried-up with the fossils, tucked away at Jack's
Can you capture the oily maze of Perla, Gary, Glen AND Dee?
We should cap the treasure trove. Just one shell. Alright... three.
Passenger mats drowned long ago in quartets of sandy shoes
They're coming around to dukkah, but beetroot's an ongoing feud.
We'll find our way back to purple-brown after art class in year nine
Until then just squeeze my hand when they see **** every time.
Curse words stowed beneath our necks, cellared with the red wine.
Pull binoculars out in twenty years to seek parrots in sun spines.
Trick them into dusking walks, the promise of ice cream at Kateri
Squealing across Eileen's golden grain, I hope they pick Rasberry.
He swirls the sand beneath him and burrows his sweet brow.
She builds bridges for fairies and writes names in stick-crayon.
I'll say they're just like us, one day when they can stand it least
Until then their just like you dreamboat, floating down my east.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
His whistling rises with the moon;
softened trills and murmurings
grow louder in the dusking sky,
drift across my ceiling, down
into my waiting ears.
A halo of satisfaction rings his face,
sweat drying on his chest
as he leans back upon my balcony.
I gather his things
and place them by the door.
I know this tune is not meant for me.
But I listen to it, still,
and dream of my hands
tangled in his soft feathers.
Who will sing me to sleep
when the nightingale is paired?
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 8:18 PM UTC
I sat this evening
there beneath the swallowing trees
adjacent to the immortal stumps.
I sat
and thought.
Nothing new. Don't die.
Relax. Persevere *********
And I happened to believe myself.
"He's wise sometimes," I said.
The passers passed me by,
averting their curious little beady eyes,
purposefully blindsiding the phantasmic figure
curled up pensively. They rush by.
I eat the dusking sky
and the squirrels and placid spiders
night down within the knowing trees.
Peaceingly, the twilight dawns anew.
Unsteady, I stride toward clumping moths with
wishful confidence. Meaning only words,
the gentle enfolding blacks behind
and the lighted moths bat my lashes
as I reach incandescent optimism.
"Well, we'll see," says he.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC
I inhaled your soul
Sealing it within my heart...
The deepest breath of dusking light
Casts jade upon sienna;
Somewhere..
Somewhere in the stillness,
Comes soft, the echo
Of empowered flight...
Waiting on a raft of cloud
She waits to breathe again...
Her lips retain the memory of a kiss;
Embrace, a warm ghost
Upon satin skin....
And time stands still,
For tender shadows paint
Pearls upon a necklace of hope...
Her wishes cast upon the gateway
A prayer mat where she kneels,
Beacons of an endless shore;
A portal in rippled time,
The bridge awaits.....forever...
She feels the dream as living flesh,
Crested in the stillness
Where the clock chimes rhythm
Against his velvet bed, her heart lies here
Balanced by his breath,
And distance tumbles over wet colours,
Like mauve kisses
Along the soles of an eventual sunrise...
In the harbour of my soul you have always been there
Afloat in the silent breezes of my dreams.......
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
Frailly erected upon two twigs
within the hallowing walls of the dusking sun beam,
I’m encircled by the furious winds of a weirdo’s no-mans-land.
This land encompassing me
is one violated by its own submission
into vision-less ignorance.
I stand here,
the temptation to reach through;
exposing myself into the obscurities around me.
Is it within this light that I am being misguided?
Is it the world beyond holding the truth
from which has deceived me time and again?
There’s only one way to find my path,
be it dark and unkind, I must step out of my life
into the world that whirls in frightening speed around me.
I gaze through the purifying threshold
feeling the eyes of the nocturnal creatures
piercing from far beyond.
They know me;
they see me,
fearing what they don’t understand.
This world is too small,
I walk amongst the folks I coexist
within these cruel existences.
I gasp… my skin tightens…
I take one last look up into my dusking sun;
“I wonder how you shine in the world beyond!”
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
A black dot at a distance, going up and down with the waves
appearing and disappearing, in the dancing rays;
I lie at the seashore, with my darkly tinted glasses on;
shaded by the brightly coloured umbrella above
Basking in the cool shade, and loving the fresh air
I see the black dot; such tininess, against the blue backdrop
Huge ships and jet boats, swoosh the waters;
creating white rush; glamorous, in the mid-afternoon spell
Time ticked off its way to dusk; growing the dot;
giving it body and life; and before I knew more,
Men with galloping energy, stood there at the shore;
Their muscle flexed and zeal pulsated through the air
I searched for the disappearing dot through my tinted eyes;
emptiness of the sea, stared back, from the dusking sky
As the crowd swallowed me to follow the thrilled voices,
of the rugged men of the sea, standing tall, on their fishing boat
I stood there; a disappearing dot in the crowd;
discerning more than my tinted eyes could see.
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 11:23 PM UTC
by Ryan P. Kinney and Dawn Richardson
Created from prompts by J.M. Romig, Dawn Richardson, and Ryan P. Kinney
She loves him like a fire,
Enveloping, holding, and caressing the wood,
While slowly consuming every part of him
Shaking off clothes like the leaves in autumn
Their bodies exposed,
Changing from a wan pallor
To a flushed crimson hue
Their bodies burn,
Breathe drifts like smoke into the skyline
The mountains **** their horizons
The dragon flies and dragonflies in the dusking night
The snow blanketed world deadens the sound of his beating heart
Her tide slowly recedes into him
The delicate wax of his heart melts under her fury
She swallows his cries
Babies sleep soundly
Created at the Winter Writing Workshop (Dec. 27, 2015),
HEYMAN! Productions
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Nature's Princess
Sleeping Behind The Roaring Redwood
Seeing The White Hare Sparkling In Its Naturehood
Laughing With The Solitude Wind That Howls By;
Starring At Dancing Butterfly Who Never Get Shy
See The Creeps Are Smiling
By Seeing The Deer Crying
Are'nt You Getting Bored Dear Squirrel? But Don't Worry; The Nature's Dusk Is Quite Far From Funeral
Hey Look! The Earthworm Is Pootling Near My Feet
But Oh Poor! Baby Tortoise Is Already Behind It
Thankyou Little Cuckoo! For Melodies So Sweet!
And The Dusking Fireflies Letting The Earth Lit
With Such A Wonderful Heaven!
Counting Happiness On Fingers At More Than Eleven!
It's Me Who Lives Better Life Than You
The Nature's Princess! You'll Get Few!
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
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for you i am a tequila sunrise;
for you i am heartbeat panging
through the pages
of schoolgirl crush notebook.
kissing crux of neck bone crest collar,
soft and warm as morning bread.
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you are at least 6′ tall.
i blink.
* . * i am sure. ⊹
. ⨀ i say: starlight you are sunshine ✧ .
and i love you like buttercups.
i write you sonnets and give you heartbeat
✧ gift wrapped in its parchment.
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you grow 10′ taller.
you are menace and
i am mouse.
i tell you i am falling from your eyelash.
* you grow larger. 20′ tall now.
. •· 13 miles you crest everest. ⋱ .
i go to hold your hand
but i’m a lonely golden pebble.
you ask the clouds a favor;
to blow their wind and push you away.
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you are leaving.
i will stay.
i tell you i need you.
i feel nothing. ·•
⁖ •․ i am in the stratosphere; floating * .
i am a helium balloon
and you are shrinking.
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⋆ you are dusking sunset .
. through bleary eye slits .
and it is getting cold here.
⋰ star sparkle my vision sun sinking .
º backlit dropping…
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… my lover? ⊹
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· ˚ ⊹. you are · º
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no.
you are smaller.
✧ you are sprawling pacific ocean. *
whole life ahead of you.
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i am drifting alone.
i still love you.
* · . you are orange melodrama, ⊹ . ·
you are marmalade paintings
on still-life ocean surface.
you are the west
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✧ and i am gone.
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every constellation becomes a new map evolving
and i am only marrow
you can see right through me.
i am an open book and you are diary entry.
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startling the starlings with my stories.
∗i regale earth’s ******* mud, her jewel weeds,
dandelion wish clouds,
and the way you kept together everything.
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furloughed like an arrow.
you sentenced me to no-thing.
bone marrow bow flung me
with the bow crafted of my own heart strings.
sorry. i couldn’t make it to the moon by morning.
i hope the darkness wasn’t so bad.
i hope you missed me.
–six pm | *furloughed
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Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 12:53 PM UTC
Long days. Night slithers through
the door and I reach for you.
I believe in the wisp of
twilight, the smell of dope
and your arm around my
shoulder. The cross we bear.
The map of night is written
and I must go. Never, the
tears. I stare at your mouth.
We kiss the chalice of each
others love. The mass of
yesterday sanctified a long
litany of love unanswered.
I hate the sound of the bells.
I am brought to my knees. An old woman genuflects, A tear falls.
I confess my sins but never
you.
You, you belong to the
dusking dreams.
Caroline Shank
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
glowbird knows ∆ he can make it, but
the sun drips warnings in front of
our reticle eyes ø
in the dusking smile
you throw
it feels
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
With the dusking
the vast sky was blue,
bright, warm and lovely....
But as time ticked
it turned yellow-
dark, cold.
It woke the poet in me,
it got me untangled
from my daily sorrows
into an emotional mess
of never ending questions
and contemplations.
And then it turns orange,
like the amber,
there is passion,
there is rage,
and there is love-
it's strong...
but it gets darker,
colder.
And then turns red,
it turns evil,
full of vengeance in its heart,
it motivates me,
it makes me sick,
tired,
but still inspires to
keep pushing myself....
Now it's purple,
mysterious,
curious
and cold.
is this how life is?
I don’t know.
But then it's all black.
It's the same soul,
only it's physical embodiments
differ with time.
All those emotions lie with in you.
You are your
source of
joy,
sorrow,
anger,
vengeance,
despise,
love,
peace.
close your eyes.
ssh...
feel the silence
feel the coldness
feel the darkness
and open them,
it's bright blue again!!
That's how life is.
It's dusked.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC