A Fire-sky
The sunset was like a fire-sky
That truly lit up my world
Clouds were orange and yellow
Like a paintbrush making swirls
The beauty was overwhelming
But a little bit frightening as well
It raged as though with fury
As it all began to swell
The colors were also reflected
In the lake where trees surround
It was quiet as I stood mesmerized
There was barely a single sound
I saw some fellows out fishing
Their bodies in semi-dark
Nothing looked quite real
The lake looked cold and stark
I doubt that I will ever see
A sunset just like this again
The entire sky so unimaginable
In a shocking kind of blend!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Sunset Dreams
A beautiful sunset can always
Put your mind to rest
The colors so extraordinary
They are truly nature’s best
Because they give you the feeling
You can accomplish anything
You become a free spirit
Ready for anything life brings
Swirls, twirls and dots of colors
Are startling to the eye
The beauty is simply overwhelming
As designs swipe across the sky
You’ll notice they change constantly
As clouds come flowing in
They dash away the stress
And peacefulness instantly blends
So when problems surround you
Life is too difficult it seems
Take the time one starlit night
And create some sunset dreams!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Country Wife
She makes her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.
Following their voices on the breeze,
She makes her way. Through the dark trees
The distant stars are all she sees.
They cannot light the way she's gone.
She make her way through the dark trees
Down to the lake to be alone.
The night reflected on the lake,
The fire of stars changed into water.
She cannot see the winds that break
The night reflected on the lake
But knows they motion for her sake.
These are the choices they have brought her:
The night reflected on the lake,
The fire of stars changed into water.
poem by Dana Gioia
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A Rainbow
She's not the end of my rainbow
she's its beginning-
I am blinded by her colors-
her red, crimson, blood-red lips
which promise fire and burn
into me with the furious fury of red river flows
she gives in her passion eddies.
Her cheeks glow with that same tint
and floating high her aureola gleams
above violet eyes which stream
out and into deep my soul-
where our Rainbow Yellow lives.
Joy is surely the color yellow;
we are joined-participled,
framed by her tresses of similar hue.
Her orange is mellow light
and plunges down her dappled nape
to her nipples making them
orange-erect and wanting.
Her body blood at center now
is violet and indigo;
blood flow now beneath her skin
glows with these;
two hues blending to announce
the purple promises she makes
with her body-scape
arched high
rainbow-shaped
making our colors blend;
and now the semi-circle is reversed
to allow me into her deeper hues.
Outside the trees display green;
inside our rainbows sing
announcing
yet another new beginning.
I catch me then a rainbow each day,
marvel at it
lying in my bed
translucent.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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A Sailor's Observation
The sailor stood on the deck of his ship
looking out at the sea, while the sun
blazed a golden yellow hue on the horizon.
As the ship rocked side to side, the
sailor's thoughts drifted, as they
sailed into the setting sun.
"I think the sunset is the best time of the
evening," the sailor thought to himself.
The sun's glorious color reflected its'
light off the clouds and streamed through
the breaks in the clouds.
A sunset as sea is so beautiful
that it takes your breath away.
You cannot see a sunset like this
anywhere else.
I Said a Prayer
I said a prayer 08/27/07
I looked towards the sky and what did I see?
A prayer building up inside of me.
A prayer so great, which I could not control.
A prayer, which came from the inner soul.
I looked at all the beauties that GOD had created.
Things and feelings that can be related.
The beauty of a sunset-with the colors all aglow.
Which is a wonder to behold.
The rising of the sun for a brand new day.
Colors of perfection in every way.
The grass and trees ever so green
It is a sight to be seen.
The sounds of children’s voices as they play.
They don’t know what hate is-so let’s keep it that way.
Let’s teach them to follow GODS simple rule.
Live and love- this is his tool.
So this is my prayer! I have no other.
Let us become sister and brother.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Lakeside
The shadows round the inland sea
Are deepening into night;
Slow up the slopes of Ossipee
They chase the lessening light.
Tired of the long day's blinding heat,
I rest my languid eye,
Lake of the Hills! where, cool and sweet,
Thy sunset waters lie!
Along the sky, in wavy lines,
O'er isle and reach and bay,
Green-belted with eternal pines,
The mountains stretch away.
Below, the maple masses sleep
Where shore with water blends,
While midway on the tranquil deep
The evening light descends.
So seemed it when yon hill's red crown,
Of old, the Indian trod,
And, through the sunset air, looked down
Upon the Smile of God.
To him of light and shade the laws
No forest skeptic taught;
Their living and eternal Cause
His truer instinct sought.
He saw these mountains in the light
Which now across them shines;
This lake, in summer sunset bright,
Walled round with sombering pines.
God near him seemed; from earth and skies
His loving voice he beard,
As, face to face, in Paradise,
Man stood before the Lord.
Thanks, O our Father! that, like him,
Thy tender love I see,
In radiant hill and woodland dim,
And tinted sunset sea.
For not in mockery dost Thou fill
Our earth with light and grace;
Thou hid'st no dark and cruel will
Behind Thy smiling face!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Grandpa's Lake
He was sitting by himself all alone,
Down in a little corner.
Looking out of place, in the funeral home,
And away from all the mourners.
His dad walked up, and I heard him say,
Daddy can I go home?
I don't know why grandpa went away,
But he might be home alone.
I want to be there, when he gets back,
We were going fishing today.
He'll need his hooks and rods, and that burlap sack,
Where he puts the fish away.
His dad looked up, a tear in his eye,
And said 'grandpa's fishing now.'
But it's a great big lake, up in the sky,
And you can't go there right now.
He's fishing with his dad today,
They'll be fishing for some time.
They have a lot to do and say,
Cause to that lake it's a long steep climb.
They haven't seen each other,
In oh, so many years.
And grandpa's glad to see his father,
And both their eyes have tears.
And grandpa's a little boy again,
Just a fishing with his dad.
And on his face there's no more pain,
I hope for him your'e glad.
The little boy just smiled and said,
I guess I'm happy about that.
Yes for grampa I'm very glad,
But for me, I guess I'm sad.
I wanted to go fishing, with my grampa today.
But if you can take me,
To the lake, maybe the bay,
I'll go, my time is free.
I guess I'll wait to fish with grampa,
Till I can make it to his lake.
Maybe he'll find some secret spots,
I sure hope so, for my sake.
1/4/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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A Heart's Sunset
Over the ocean, its waves are silent where they sleep;
a pleasing yellow orb of fire drops down to be swallowed by the ocean.
The orb's rays of light slice through the water.
Down and deeper it cuts
This is the magnificent beauty of the sunset.
Everyone has one in there heart.
Can you find your sunset?
A priceless sight that the heart can conjure,
as the orb seeps below the horizon, to the signify the dawning of the new day.
The new day will bring new changes and people.
To see their faces and be happy
But that will depend on your heart.
What shape is your heart in?
Your feelings will make your sunset.
Your sunset could be a happy or a sad sunset.
Your happy to start the new day for sunrise,
or your sad to see the day go
Maybe it was the last day of seeing someone.
Then that would be a sad sunset
Always watch your sunset.
Then your sunrise comes...
poem by Natalie Vail
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Qinghai Lake
Qinghai, Qinghai Lake,
Largest salt lake in China
Blue colour water
Blue clear skies.
Birds fly near the Birds island
During spring times.
Stand high and tall at 3,600 m
Weather according to season
Sunrise at dawn
Sunset at dusk near Qinghai Lake
beautiful colourful lake
seen from hill top
Many cattle of yaks and sheep at the hills top
with the nomadic Tibetans and their tent
The lake full of beauty and colour
beyond compare
Qinghai Hu,
Many fishes and plants.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Clouds tango in sky
Pink and gold swirls of color
Sunset of orange glows
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (06 June 2008)
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Listen To The Sunset
Listen to the sunset
Can you hear it's quiet sigh?
Listen the sun is falling
Watch it toning down the sky
Soon darkness shall surround me
Though twinkling stars will dare shine through
While you are far away from me
They'll frown a humble hue.
And as the sunset spreads its colours
Horizons of gold and red
I lie here all too much alone
In this great vast, chilling bed.
For my world has stopped revolving
Until you return, time's standing still
And the cold has settled round me
With its stinging breathless chill.
But my love for you keeps growing
Standing fast to fight the cold
Reminds me of your body's warmth
And the story of love untold.
So, listen to the sunset
Look up, hear it's quiet sigh
Though we're alone these solemn nights
My love whispers across the sky.
poem by Zac Plague
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The War Of Colors Is Here Again
in my seven thousand islands
and some more
rising islands
the war of the colors have just
began and soon will end
there is the green of the
raw mango,
there is an orange of the
the sunset
there is the yellow of the sun
there are purples
and reds and whites
pearls and emeralds and rubies
multifaceted diamonds
soon this will be over
but i have a nice dream about the yellow sun
emerging
dissolving corruption away
shine yellow sun shine
fade orange fade
fall green, fall like a premature leaf
i could have loved the pearl
but it is deep down the ocean floor
where it is destined to be
mustache go away
please come back another day!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Country Sunset
There is nothing more beautiful
Than a country sunset
The colors in the open sky
Are as lovely as they can get
Across the fields of grasses
You see the silhouette
Of a fence post or a windmill
As the sun that night has set
Even the barbwire linked across
The fence posts add a charm
For after all it is country
As pure as an old-fashioned barn
Orange, red, yellow and purple
Doesn’t seem possible at all
That these colors dominate
The sky from winter through fall
When we see a country sunset
At the end of a hard-working day
It shows us all things are possible
We wouldn’t want it any other way!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Fisherman
He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching
poem by Matthew Holloway
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California Sunset
I remember long ago
How I wondered where Id go
While the blizzards, cold wind and snow
Pounded outside my window.
California sunset
Going down in the west
All the colors in the sky
Kiss another day goodbye.
Land of beauty, space and light
Land of promise, land of might
Youre my home now and its true
California, heres to you.
California sunset
Going down in the west
All the colors in the sky
Kiss another day goodbye.
California sunset
Going down in the west
All the colors in the sky
Kiss another day goodbye.
The golden state!
song performed by by Neil Young
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Fishing in the Sunset
Have you ever fished in the sunset?
I did so many years ago
I remember it like it was yesterday
I can still hear the water flow
I had used a little bobber
On the end of my line
Even though it was dark now
A bat found it a find
For it flew down and bombarded
The floating little ball
Thinking it was food I guess
But it wasn’t food at all
The colors of the night was
As beautiful as it could get
I will never forget the time
I was fishing in the sunset!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Reflection of God
Thoughts are like ripples,
gently flowing over
the surface of the mind.
Deep inside us
we bear the image of God,
the ripples of thought break that image
into fragments.
It is as if you are looking in
a lake full of ripples-
It is a full moon night,
and the lake is reflecting
the beautiful moon.
But the lake is full of ripples
You cannot gather the moon together;
the moon goes on splitting
into a thousand fragments.
The whole lake seems to be
spread over by the moon-
the silvery beauty, softly broken apart;
many a fragments is seen floating-
all around.
Then the wind stops,
the ripples disappear:
those fragments start falling into one moon.
The silver that was spread
all over the lake,
now becomes more concentrated
into one place - into one moon.
When the lake
is completely without ripples,
the moon is reflected perfectly.
God is reflected perfectly
when there is no ripple in you.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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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
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Fishing With Dad
-Sitting around watching it snow -
Listening to the cold wind blow -
It's a dark gray day -
Meant for gazing out a frosty window,
At thoughts so far away.
Sit, and enjoy the sound,
Listening to Greg Brown
Sing about ' Fishing With Bill '.......
And for just a moment of sentiment
The rest of the world is serenly still;
As if this song was meant for me
And my childhood memory,
When it seems all I had
And all I wanted
Was fishing with Bill, my dad.
It was the best blessed time,
His, and mine.
Oh to go back again
And be once more, fishing with him.......
- I thank God
For those wonderful times we had,
Out there on Houghton Lake
Just a fishin',
Me and my Dad.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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A Soul Dies
Sky overcast, moon was sad.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Who killed the bird in morning rain?
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A hidden slaughterman did not die.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
The good old name now spells the doom.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
I will call you in pitch-dark night.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
Ascending gods have ruined my life.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
A child was stolen from a mother’s bed.
Ashes were sent to the lake.
poem by Satish Verma
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