"sundowns" poems
Lucy in the sky with diamonds
Close your eyes to the fractil light dear friend
Climb up to your sunsets and sundowns
Wash them of all lonliness
**** that hot afternoon sun
Far out man that's real far out
Television Air Conditioned
Gas stations
Are heaven on those afternoons
Well I can swim right in the Atlantic ocean
Right across to you
And we can build bombs together
To blow up the stars
You're fully aware of the power of fate
Handing you a ciggarete
Looking for a suicide
Looking into big blue eyes
Your looking at another lie
Dec 16, 2011
Dec 16, 2011 at 3:27 AM UTC
Do the malevolent poltergeists of my past haunt your benevolent spirit?
When I ride through my ghost-towns like an old west gunslinger,
Will the ricochets shatter your fragile glass house?
If I slash through phantom limbs, is it your blood that I spill on the altar of revenge?
Do all the periods of falling leaves and sundowns I spend at the graveyard
Will away the only real wisps of life I know?
Dec 22, 2023
Dec 22, 2023 at 7:56 PM UTC
This one first moment,
when my eyes met hers.
It felt like a big explosion,
like worlds crashing into each other.
Her eyes as deep as the shiny blue sea,
and her wave was crashing right into me.
Her heart is so kind,
it feels like all those cozy, endless sundowns in summer.
how pleasant that,
I think of her every time the sun goes down again
I see a soulmate in her eyes,
where i once saw a lonely stranger.
Nights with her are like music,
and music makes me think of the dreamy nights with her.
When I see you or I text you,
my heart beats faster,
my stomach feels a little lighter
and my smile shines much brighter.
Well, right now YOU are the person
who makes my life better by just being in it and making me smile everyday.
Even when I sleep, I dream about you and my face begin to smile
- every day and night again.
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
Color blind in a paint storm.
The beauty of the world
is a mystery hue.
False
Breaths of
Honesty.
I only see in greys and blues.
Press your eyes against
the spectrum.
It will only help to confuse your mind.
Try as hard,
as you will son.
Never again will the sun light your sky.
Walking up to a
street light.
They've all got problems of their own.
No
one
watches.
As i cross those white lines.
Now my souls on Charon's boat.
The world's all a stage, that I cannot see.
I hear things I Smell things and I even bleed.
Problems become me, my skin's now rusting.
A robot, a lost ship, a chains broken link.
We all got a couple chips in our shoulders,
some people carry smaller weights, some carry boulders.
But either way, we are all the same, our names are not different.
Yet we change and what for.
It's so mundane.
Because dancing ain't dancing till you lose your feet,
and colors aren't fading till you can't see straight.
We all take for granted the world and it's credits,
the picture ends, the sun sets, and none of it mattered.
A painting ain't painted till a bucks in it's place,
a song ain't a song till it's radio played.
The fact of the matter is life is a train,
that we all must get on but most of us don't take.
I'm lucid now white as ghost.
All for what now.
A disaster has happened.
I can see sundowns.
Forever I'm fading.
Somethings gone wrong.
These fields now of colors are all,
mine,
to touch.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
What is the point of getting older?
Do you just shoulder pain, love,
words that haven’t been written yet?
Or do you get an ounce of regret
that brings you down?
You forget what you’ve done and think about what brought you to the brink.
Is this your brink? Or did you blink
To see a tiny glimpse of darkness?
Each year it’s growing bigger and bigger and words aren’t always coming out.
Neither is love.
But pain — it is always the same.
It feels like concrete if not worse,
Your fighting it, but in reverse.
Which means you’re fighting your own mind.
What stays behind apart from years?
Sundowns, sunsets, regrets or tears?
And fears. They hunt you down.
So what’s the point?
Is there one?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC
You were velvet,I was jeans,you sping water,i was gaterade.I was Dvds,you were Macy,s and all its magic.I was happy with something gotten from Sears.But i loved you then as i do now and will always.You were concert music,i was gospel pop.You were Candlelight dinners with place mats,i was McDonald,s with a two for one coupon.You were Runway fashion and political talk,i was cars and quarter backs.And in spite of our differences,we shared many sundowns,fought against love thiefs and shared mutual pain.And i loved you then, as i do now,and will always.We were blessed with only a brief span of time and i remember convincing you that our would live even though you had serious doubts.Now like so many other broken hearted lovers,we've gone our separate ways.And maybe,i should have listened to caution's music playing inside my head as you did.But i've always been a stubborn fool ,now i wait here for the lonely years to embrace me and will say in spite of fate's final decree.That i lovrd you then, as i do now and will always.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
I wanna cuddle under blankets
As we sit beside each other in the plane
Flying to wherever
But for now, that might just be a dream
As I sit across a couple cuddling
Imagining what could be
And wake up as every second I go farther away from
you
Maybe one day my love we could be that too
But for now we shall wait past
sunrises and sundowns
airports and city skylines
blinding lights
heavy traffic
solitude
until we’re in each other’s arms again
Wait for me, okay?
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 9:47 PM UTC
*Sherry , amber shoulder length locks of hair
Passing ****** on the rail line
Beside abandoned tracks north of Ola
Sharing youth with bamboo pipes
Period hovels belonging to 'the State' collect
until a sleepy town is manifest before red
eyes , against laughter and regret tinged
with melancholia , ten seconds of concern
entangled with indifference
The crunch of gravel beneath our feet
Winter breath , *** hole lakes , dying streets
Beautiful , personal , discreet sundowns smattered with drug induced catatonia , 'Walnut guardians' and cherry trees*...
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
I love you more than I love books,
more than I love running
around lovely meadows,
more than I love painting
grand dreamy skies.
I love you more than
i love dancing under
silver-lighted moonlit,
more than I love
gazing at the midnight
starlit heavenly sky
I love you more than
i love watching exquisite sunrises
and more than i love seeing
enchanting sundowns.
I love you more than anything
I have ever loved
With all my heart.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:11 AM UTC
Lazy sundowns
as we stare at that old white ceiling.
Fingers intertwined,
thinking about the "ifs" of our future.
It was peaceful there,
in our private place.
Oh what a contrast
to the real world.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC
i tried to cry
to cry
in sundowns and nightfalls
in full moons and twillights
with eyes burning from the yesterday
bones crashing with every touch
and i hoped
you'd still be awake when i come
but
somehow
i was
always
late
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
Autumn will come,
Autumn and his cold breath,
Autumn and his grey skies,
With his wilted flowers,
And his lifeless trees,
Autumn will come.
Autumn and his empty streets
He'll come with frozen dew on the grass,
He'll come with sundowns at 4 in the afternoon,
He'll slap your sleep ridden face with the morning wind,
Autumn will come.
Autumn will come with the evening rain,
Autumn will come with love-sick pain,
Autumn will rest on the heavy clouds,
Autumn will howl at your window at 6 a.m.
Autumn will come with the look of tired souls,
With the sound of heavy hearts,
With taste of the evening tea,
With the smell of bittersweet melancholy.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC