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Sunsets

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry Green Arrow

Green_Arrow
Dangerous Mind
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Grace said:Thank you for your entry Green Arrow

My pleasure.

Jordan
D.O.C.
Thought Provoker
United States 13awards
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry Jordan

TIG
Fire of Insight
United States
Joined 28th Mar 2018
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SPIRITUAL SUNSET

The sky so blue yet the sunset Red
Fiery and passionate, vast, so widespread
The two cooperate and are so complete
They mix into purple like one heart beat
The power of red like an ardent flame
The somber blue, filled with love, yet tame
They come together, in a silent explosion
One torrid, purple, spiritual ocean
Such a wondrous panoramic scene
Peaceful, tranquil, so serene
This optical fusion, in a beautiful sky
A delightful feast to behold, for you and eye
Written by TIG
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry TIG

Green_Arrow
Dangerous Mind
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I Wish You Are Here To Share This With Me Again

While the
sun sets, she
would still
be sitting alone
on that one beach and
missing her murdered
husband
with all of
her heart.
Written by Green_Arrow
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you Green Arrow for your entry

Green_Arrow
Dangerous Mind
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Grace said:Thank you Green Arrow for your entry

You're welcome.

slipalong
Dangerous Mind
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My painted sunsets

It never leaves a stain  
 riveted, I stand amazed
to pour the day and make it whole  
warm the easel`s creaking joints  
short reflection and anoint  
 
Captured in a snap, a glowing pass  
through the lens, blinked photograph  
the canvas with its gouache translates  
10.000 mirrored panes, of cities scapes  
a twined reflection in a lake  
bathed acrid plains with withered stakes  
 
Panorama cross a canvas stretched  
the impressionist before it left  
emotions torn, in it reflects  
earth draws a kiss, with hand so deft,  
 
and as I sketched each scene  
but all I got was fragments seen  
Its exibitions best of all  
for mine was nowt but dorbs and scrawl  
 
 Painted me in guilded hues  
tilted shadow from my shoes  
and the score of age it drew  
in flattery, spings youth renewed  
 
 Driven out all latent stress  
 anger, all that now, has passed  
the inner glow, felt as it set  
 held the brush on my behalf  
 
A conduit to inner peace  
it painted me in bold relief  
 
My thoughts, like Icarus will fly  
as sunset bids the day goodbuy  
spreads its fan as God commands  
burnished flood as it uncloakes  
my brush cant plug the dam  
 
a picture formed from perfect strokes  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by slipalong
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you Slipalong for your entry

MadameLavender
Guardian of Shadows
United States 90awards
Joined 17th Feb 2013
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Dumpster Fire

I chase it down the highway
every day, sunset
after sunset
as orange as the Nissan Rogue, I drive
as orange as the dumpster fires
I put out at work (daily)
leftover
from three supervisors ago.

The Devil, she was....
her embers still ignite
all these years later
and I catch them
and I stomp them out
and I really should let it go
(she-demon, wench...)
but I go chasing another sunset
as the day steps aside
making way for the next (one)
and the next fire
orange like the punk twin sister of red.

I haven't caught it yet--
a day-end highway sun-down
but I will
when self-satisfied that I won,
fixed all the (Queen Bee's) messes
made things right
doused all the flames...

Then the only burning thing left
will be
hell where that harpy is
the ball in the sky
sinking daily on the horizon
of the (private) beach I'll purchase
once I have the dream
of the winning Powerball numbers.

So ready for retirement
so many sunsets yet unseen
(so many grudges I still hold)
so many facepalms,
   God, Jesus and The Holy Spirit
     are doing right now.
Written by MadameLavender
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry, Mlavender

adagio
Tyrant of Words
United States 5awards
Joined 15th Jan 2019
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Sunset Orange Marmalade

Of sunset orange marmalade  
confectionary sweet at twilight  
of dusk glorious arcade  
before bidding adieu  
among the butterfly clover
scented by the wildwood glades
of fragrant fingers among the petals
in rendezvous of heather's hue  
silhouetted  among the gospels  
of sunset orange marmalade  
and green tea leaves  
Written by adagio
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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Thank you for your entry Adagio

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