Tags : Evening

When Evening Falls

When Evening Falls

A Poem by Kelly Scheppers


When evening fallsl miss the rush of his hands upon me~never more than when l slip into a dress that zipsthe entirelengthofmy back. ..
Ain't Never Seen

Ain't Never Seen

A Poem by Healing Star


It will all return - what you give away, what you lose, I promise you it will all return. Like the many rivers to the sea.
Night

Night

A Poem by Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere


The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery. Muhammad Iqbal
Good morning, evening

Good morning, evening

A Story by Lou Tracy


For those whose writing is married to the night.
Thunder-head

Thunder-head

A Poem by Samuel Pennell


I. Mathematical ShadowsThe people I went to high school with weren't really people,they were ghostsI went to high school with hallways full of shadows..
The Cinder of the Sun

The Cinder of the Sun

A Poem by Samuel Pennell


The cinder of the sunThe sun isan ember,glowing orange and lowin the skyIt is a burning cinder, like incense with a trail of smoke rising up off of it..
For Ana

For Ana

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


As Evening Falls to NIght
How cool!

How cool!

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


How cool!this early summer eveningafter a day so oppressiveeven we New Yorkers move painstakingly.The breeze in sumac treesso why am I not more conten..
Words for Birds

Words for Birds

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


First person singular prohibited. In orderto be more crow.War! war! war! war! war!Then there's that lowland wetland birdaround the stunted red pines c..
11:47 p.m

11:47 p.m

A Story by Q.


For what it's worth.
My Favorite Time of Day

My Favorite Time of Day

A Poem by Sunbear


My favorite time of the day Falls between evening and night When the mountains are but silhouettes And the stars begin twinkling bright. ..
A Breath of Evening

A Breath of Evening

A Poem by Strz


Time yields to beauty in silent awe,Bathed gold by incandescent master.A reverie broken by the raven's caw,Shadows dance and gather, growing ever fast..
How dark is the night?

How dark is the night?

A Poem by Gerry Legister


The darkest hour is just before the dawn
Observing the Night

Observing the Night

A Poem by Gerry Legister


Nights is the most beautiful time to let our imagination explore the galaxies
A Second Night out.

A Second Night out.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


I slept out this time.
To speak a few words about air rising.

To speak a few words about air rising.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


Speaking in a landscape.