Sunset of our Life
The sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
just as the Autumns foliage glistens
amidst it's frosted, sun-drenched glaze
No fading, timid emotions
for passion still rages within
ever longing for a sensual being
to lay beside wanting skin
Cooling embers of age
are naïve as youthful lust
crying hands held back tears
of loves we felt unjust
Reluctantly we concede to time
in attempt to suffocate want
searing pain, silently screams
knowing only loneliness and it's taunt
For the sunset of our life
is still brilliantly ablaze
under winters cold white blanket
is where love's burning desire
silently lays.
by
T. Labbe`
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As The Sunset
As the sunset I think to myself why.
As the sunset I sit down and cry.
Wondering why life got to be a lie.
As the sunset I dropp my head.
As the sunset I think about you instead.
How can I go home and get in my bed.
As the sunset I say no.
As the sunset I just don't know.
My love that I have for u just wont go.
As the sunset I look to the sky.
As the sunset I wait to die.
Tell me how to say good-bye.
As the sunset I say a prayer.
As the sunset how can I dare.
I'm giving up, I just don't care.
Sitting by the window watching the sun to set.
Knowing I'm going to see you again,
and you coming back home at the end.
By: Brittany Smith
9/25/08
poem by Brittany Smith
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Under the Sunset Sky
Sitting under the sunset sky
Laying around I wonder why
You value me so much more
Than any other you’ve met before
Why you feel so safe by me
And no the others that you see
Sitting under the sunset sky
I find comfort and I sigh
Knowing all is well by you
Having peace in all I do
Watching my troubles fall away
Not wanting then back any day
Sitting under the sunset sky
When you’re sad I want to cry
Feeling you’re sorrow, hurt and pain
When it’s done, all for gain
Drawing away from the past
What’s done is done and shouldn’t last
Sitting under the sunset sky
Only thing to do is deny
The comfort found when we’re alone
Feelings around us never shown
If only to live for how we feel
Soon this love would we seal
Sitting under the sunset sky
Longing for you by and by
Can’t get you off my mind
All the reasons trying to find
Thinking so hard never to know
Why you might care for me so
Sitting under the sunset sky
Hoping you won’t chose another guy
To be the one, to live the life
That good men live, without strife
To be with you is my goal
Are you the match for my soul?
Sitting under the sunset sky
To be with you when I die
Would be the best of any dream
Looking around, you see me beam
I’ve found the one out of all
Now it’s done, this task not small
poem by Brian Potthast
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Stand Ablaze
The time is now
Please tell me how
Set ablaze...
Crying,
Remembering how it used to be
Scarred for eternity
Was it meant to be?
A life in harmony...
Bleeding, regretting...
Solitary life
Committing suicide
Seeking sanctuary
From this world, contrary
Stand Ablaze
Screaming
As the flames caress my face
Stand Ablaze...
song performed by by In Flames
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I remarked constantly, just at sunset, in these latitudes, that the eastern horizon was brilliantly illuminated with a kind of mock sunset. This in a short time disappeared, to be soon succeeded by another similar in character, but more faint.
quote by George Grey
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Wonderful Sorrow
Oh,
how wonderful
my
blackened
sorrow
It's
searing pain
breathes warmth,
softening once
calcified veins.
Like dry-ice,
burning away
at the
hardened numbness
of my being.
It's good
to feel.
Even with loss.
Never
forgotten,
is the cold
suffocating
rain.
Life choked
back in to
collapsed lungs.
I gasp deeply
and spew out the
poisonous bile
through tears
Oh,
how wonderful
my
blackened
sorrow
It's good
to feel.
Even with loss.
by
Tim Labbe`
Your Prisoner For Life
What does this life have in store for me
Is it to be only loneliness, not loved but not free
Am I ever to feel a warm touch or thought
Life without love seems to be the ticket I bought
My very soul screams out in pain, but silently to you
You don't see the remnants of a heart, you don't have a clue
You don't see the nights, I silently cry myself to sleep
I'll continue to love alone, I'm in too deep
I've finally given up, married to a stranger i don't know
But we will continue to be married and put on this show
This show of this love, you have me for life
You will always have my love, as your wife
I'll take the crumbs where they may fall
This is our life, forever yours at your call!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Early Sunset
It could never have any say
When I threw it away
The cadaver once life throbbed,
I silently sobbed!
Scared of me
It moved in the shadows free
Could I ever catch it? I wondered
In the end it silently surrendered!
It lay there crumpled, cold and stiff
An aura of death I could sniff
The half open eyes had a tinge of regret
Life was short and too soon was sunset!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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My Freedom
Midnight is arriving,
Sun is fading away,
Cloud by day,
Fire by night,
My emotions, gone,
My urge burning,
Burning ready for your presence.
I was once blinded from what
you were revealing to me.
Ignoring you of what you are
giving upon me.
But you gave me mercy.
I repented, gave you my life.
You took hold, made something out of it.
Gave me a reason, told me I have
a reason to live for.
You gave me my freedom!
My freedom...
You broke the chains,
Shakles and cuffs demolished,
Tears and pain deminished!
Tore down the strongholds.
Cast down the demons.
MY FREEDOM! ! ! !
I could just scream it!
You saved my life! ! ! !
How do I repay you?
FREEDOM! ! ! ! ! !
You gave me life, love,
peace, joy, strength, happiness,
possibilaties...
When the prince gave me hate, sorrow,
pain, fears, tears, searing screaches,
mind boteling screams...
FREEDOM! ! !
FREEDOM! ! !
FREEDOM! ! !
You gave me my freedom! ! !
Im set free!
Relieved, rescued, SAVED! ! !
You gave me freedom,
Freedom to live, love, worship,
power...
Freedom.....
poem by Kaia Williams
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Autumn in Mosaic! !
Shreds of red n orange, on base very jade
Spread in the yard, winters on the chase
Tangled all the way, dispersal is its phase
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
Chills in the wind, blowing in all grace
No warmth in trees, no more cozy shades
Saying bye with a hope, then asks to wait
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
Same were the days
You by my side and a hint of haze
Lost somewhere, never solved that maze
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
Come home back to me, you are dearly missed
For world its fall, but my heart's ablaze
Desires so many, like the buds in Mays
Fall on the way, my autumns in mosaic.
poem by Samima Shah
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The Heavy Sea
The heavy sea trembles as
I stand with my back to the
Whistling cold wind,
In the air spaces the smiles
That hide the pain..
From the sunset as it, glisten
Leaving a calmness over the
Open sea..
As the light fades…
I find myself comforted amid
The sea..
I bury my feet in the cool damp
Seashore…
As the cold wind whistles and
The sunset glistens..
poem by Carolyn Sears
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My Dream (Somewhere In Dreamland)
Last night
as I silently
slept.
Into my dreams
you genlty
crept.
Recalling
times when you
were there.
Life was breezy
without a care.
Loving you
from the time we
met
walking together
in the sunset.
Knowing your warm
tender embrace
Is something time
cannot erase.
Pledging once more
my love to you,
When I awoke, the
dream was through.
poem by Heather Burns
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Beautiful sunset
Ablaze with colors in gold
Giving hope beyond
Life's eternal flame and bliss
Great is your love my Lord God
tanka by Meggie Gultiano
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Passion's Angst
Blustery bellows thrust,
frozen winds and sleet
Unto rebelling angst,
as inner passions secrete
Tempered emotions lament,
their once unbridled lust
Mourning dissipated love
vibrant colors, now lifeless rust
Pushing against it's forceful gale,
passing time weathers desire
Cold dampened, sheets of pain
quell the irrepressible inner fire
Yet motionless, thoughts linger
Forever breathless, memories stand still
Elusive, is the unattainable calm,
as torrential storms rage within
the unfulfilled.
T. Labbe
Somewhere In Fantasy Land
Yesterday, as we strolled
together in a fantasyland,
I was taken back to another
time of our youth.
A handsome young man, a
young naive girl, holding
hands. Looking at each
other with stars in their
eyes.
Anticipating tomorrow.
The grassy meadows were
lush and green. Valleys
were ablaze of color.
Baby buds yawned, waking up
from their long winters nap.
Began to open their eyes
as the warmth of the season
penetrated them.
Petals opened displaying a
pamorama.
You gently touch my
lips, asking me, I agreed.
That day so long ago, I
found my hearts delight.
Knowing this love would
last forever, and it has.
poem by Heather Burns
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To The Dusk
She returned
to the dusk,
so many often do
Daybreak,
an
eternity away
The
season of
wine and song,
longing and laughter
had become
dull in thought
Forever remembrances
weren't
hollow words.
But time
has it's own idea
of the memories
which remain
Struggling recollections
beg for clarity.
but her heart
knows of the lust,
and long forgotten desire
Truth
retains integrity
of eternal intent
Time and age
have the advantage
of knowing
what is best for the heart
But it's the heart
which knows what is
best for the soul.
T. Labbe`
Why the silence?
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or the eyes may straggle and it's the hour of dreams
Or the mind may have been displaced and it's hour of reflections
Or the heart has been busy and it's hour of the groans
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or the words have got lost in the midst of ideas
Or silence now become the language of the times
Or the tongue tie with a sunset
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or now no need for my presence
Or now I am a hidden friend
Or now I am not who I was
Why the silence? Is it the hour of sunset?
Or... And the story continue silently
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Visions pt2-Torment (Visions Inferno)
I opened my eyes only to see
Destruction and horror in front of me
The searing hot wind forced me to squint
What waited ahead, I dare not think
Dark clouds up high were victims of death
The air smelled of nothing but rotting flesh
I must take this path to make my way home
Wading through blood and stepping on bones
I heard the screams and wails of dead
Bodies moved about without need of a head
A hand tore at my arms, then at my face
I looked in some glass, they were all ablaze
The burning was nothing I could describe
In one, two, or forty lifetimes
Terror and fear is all that was furnished
But I must press on out of this furnace
I felt hatred and anguish surround me
And greed and lust trying to bound me
I’m amazed that my heart kept beating
Through all the violent, deafening shrieking
There was an endless war that was raging
With no signs of stopping, no time for aging
As I left, my shadow gave me a pat
To put out the flames
And keep me from looking back
poem by P.R. Prosper
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Somewhere In Fantasyland
Yesterday, we strolled
together in fantasyland.
I was taken back to
another time of our youth.
A handsome young boy, a
sweet naive girl, holding
hands, loong at each other
with stars in their eyes.
Anticipating tomorrow.
The grassy meadows were
lush and green. Valleys
ablaze of color. Baby
buds yawned, waking up
from their long winters
nap. Began to open their
eyes, as the warmth of
the season penetrated
them.
Petals opened dislaying
a panamara.
You gently touched my
lips, asking me, I agreed.
That day so long ago, I
found my hearts delight.
Knowing this love would
last forever, and it has.
copyright by heather burns
poem by Heather Burns
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Death Of A Protest
to celebrate a beautiful sin
on the green lake
a sequelae starts a covetous lust
of white skulls,
discovering oneself was as exciting
as the fondling of breast
for the first time –
innocent graveside, road burning
stretching to throbbing millions
harvesting endless tears;
inattention of grief
was the punishment of unknown
shredding the veil into bit pieces
the ferocious clawing
tears off the sunset of age.
your jealousy?
bitter screams?
poem by Satish Verma
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Almost
As I breathe in a still twilight.
Trees silently wait for the kiss of life.
The cold fading sunset is serenaded by the Winged choir.
Sending the unwritten song.
`Tis then my soul gently awakens
And that distant perfume captures my senses
To faintly declare,
It's almost spring.
A church bell rings and Sunday morning answers
At leisure.
A steeple is lit by a sleepy sun.
As an open sky greets the congregation.
A breeze gone, carries the tune
That God lays upon their hearts.
As the fields wait in background patience
To release their colour.
And as I inhale newborn wonder,
I exhale Winter's cold whispers with joy.
And when the huddled daffodils smile
Iknow it's almost spring.
poem by Kevin East
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