Poetry competition CLOSED 21st January 2017 2:48am
WINNER
UbiquitousVoid
UbiquitousVoid
RUNNERS-UP:
Ahavati
and Jade-Pandora
Dusk, prologue to Night
Poetry Contest Description
Your thoughts about dusk
Share your innermost thoughts on dusk or evening time, based on the quotes given below. No collabs, any length and please title your poem.
1.“...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.”
― Simon Raven
2.“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.”
― Stephen King
3.“It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.”
― Fennel Hudson
4.“I just wait to go elsewhere but I get there and it’s the same dusk.”
― Rodney Ross
5.“Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under."__C. JoyBell C.
6."When the sun has set, no candle can replace it." - George R. R. Martin
7."Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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1.“...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.”
― Simon Raven
2.“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.”
― Stephen King
3.“It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.”
― Fennel Hudson
4.“I just wait to go elsewhere but I get there and it’s the same dusk.”
― Rodney Ross
5.“Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under."__C. JoyBell C.
6."When the sun has set, no candle can replace it." - George R. R. Martin
7."Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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5.“Never waste any amount of time doing anything important when there is a sunset outside that you should be sitting under."__C. JoyBell C.
Crimson Grey
snickerdoodle cheesecake
softly scents the air
gentle breezes
stir branches
beyond
my window pane
warm and welcome
is my kitchen
yet...
brilliant
is the sky!
how can I remain
secluded
with such splendor
passing by?
indigo shadows
suspended
yet gliding
across a crimson grey
colors that dance
on the horizon
will not waltz
for long
cheesecake can cool
unattended
I've got a date
with the sky!
Crimson Grey
snickerdoodle cheesecake
softly scents the air
gentle breezes
stir branches
beyond
my window pane
warm and welcome
is my kitchen
yet...
brilliant
is the sky!
how can I remain
secluded
with such splendor
passing by?
indigo shadows
suspended
yet gliding
across a crimson grey
colors that dance
on the horizon
will not waltz
for long
cheesecake can cool
unattended
I've got a date
with the sky!
“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.”
― Stephen King
- MY LADY DUSK -
I see her across the horizon
My arms open come hither
Her statuesque as an icon
Into the cold embrace of dusk
The fingers of dread descend on the sun
Howling of wolf sons at the come of night
Await dreaded light with the haunting dead
My Lady Dusk
Let me taste your nocturnal kiss
Bless me by thy moon
Touch me, tenderly, with your shadowed lips
The bats and I we colonize
As your children of the night
Where monsters come to sodomize
In the still heart of dusk
Who will speak of ghosts driven from the cross?
Can I pay the cost if not to spurn her?
So now kill the burn of those holy hosts
My Lady Dusk
Let me taste your nocturnal kiss
Bless me by thy moon
Touch me, tenderly, with your shadowed lips
I cannot live
Without your touch
I am bewitched
By my Lady Dusk
My Lady Dusk
Let me taste your nocturnal kiss
Bless me by thy moon
Touch me, tenderly, with your shadowed lips
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Written by HadesRising
Published 6th January 2017
Anonymous
The forest at dusk
I stand in the forest as the sun goes down
heart beating fast fears grow
A crow doesn't want me there
it squawks to let me know
looking at the trunk of a tree I see
a beast has left its scars in the bark
I sense the presence of something
lurking in the dark
Is it behind a tree?
I can't turn around
it might be behind me
I must keep walking
I must get out of the forest before darkness takes the land
The lightly trodden paths leads me to the edge
I leave my fear of the forest inside
I stand in the forest as the sun goes down
heart beating fast fears grow
A crow doesn't want me there
it squawks to let me know
looking at the trunk of a tree I see
a beast has left its scars in the bark
I sense the presence of something
lurking in the dark
Is it behind a tree?
I can't turn around
it might be behind me
I must keep walking
I must get out of the forest before darkness takes the land
The lightly trodden paths leads me to the edge
I leave my fear of the forest inside
2.“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.”
― Stephen King
Dawn
Softened around the edges.
Lose yourself in the pink,
Purple and orange skies. Bridges
Are crossed on the brink
Of a new day. The city lights
Are dimming and shrink
Down while the young nights
Emerge and blossom into
Something like beautiful sights.
To be seen. I look into you,
My hope for erasing mistakes
And the forever blue
Skies. The sunlight that shakes
Me awake, fade and submerge
Into darkness. My foot on the brakes
Loosens and I try to purge
Everything bad. It always pokes
And prods. It will urge
Me to go forward. All the strokes
Of the paintbrush will keep
Me awake. Eventually it will coax
Me into a deep slumber and sleep
Where I dream of soft clouds.
There I will count every sheep.
7."Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Looking beyond the beginning
The end of day dying in glory
hours stale air breathed today
gone now ticked tocked away
to mere memories
Forward never returning
no U-turn to erase errors
pushing against propelling time
will not offer a rewind
Tomorrow is a new day
perchance to be lived better
a dream fulfilled
for a new beginning
(not an entry)
Looking beyond the beginning
The end of day dying in glory
hours stale air breathed today
gone now ticked tocked away
to mere memories
Forward never returning
no U-turn to erase errors
pushing against propelling time
will not offer a rewind
Tomorrow is a new day
perchance to be lived better
a dream fulfilled
for a new beginning
(not an entry)
Anonymous
I would have to say Stephen King, 'Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk' that is from The running man the only Stephen King novel I have read.
7. "Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Time to Pause and Reflect
Every day must end,
And in the transition,
When the sun is in the horizon,
It gives time to breathe and contemplate,
As it gives the last rays of light,
It serves as reminder,
It will be back again tomorrow.
It appears to be an artist,
Painting the sky with various colors and hues,
Like a muse to all admirers of the heavens,
That no matter how deep your joys or sorrows,
A new day will appear.
Dusk is the time to pause and reflect,
Time to gather and collect your thoughts,
That break we take
Before the coming slumber,
To look back and ponder,
And bask in the glorious scene
Of our star offering its last beams
On our beautiful earth.
It reminds us of a promise,
No matter how hard our days are,
Or what obstacles we face,
Tomorrow always comes,
Without any prejudice,
It’s up to our own choices
And the paths we take,
That tomorrow will be better.
But in the meantime,
I’ll breathe in the scene,
The array of colors in the sky.
Time to Pause and Reflect
Every day must end,
And in the transition,
When the sun is in the horizon,
It gives time to breathe and contemplate,
As it gives the last rays of light,
It serves as reminder,
It will be back again tomorrow.
It appears to be an artist,
Painting the sky with various colors and hues,
Like a muse to all admirers of the heavens,
That no matter how deep your joys or sorrows,
A new day will appear.
Dusk is the time to pause and reflect,
Time to gather and collect your thoughts,
That break we take
Before the coming slumber,
To look back and ponder,
And bask in the glorious scene
Of our star offering its last beams
On our beautiful earth.
It reminds us of a promise,
No matter how hard our days are,
Or what obstacles we face,
Tomorrow always comes,
Without any prejudice,
It’s up to our own choices
And the paths we take,
That tomorrow will be better.
But in the meantime,
I’ll breathe in the scene,
The array of colors in the sky.
