Tags : sunset

A Lantern

A Lantern

A Poem by Jaybird


She stood at the edge of the cliff,a lantern in tones of orange and duskclutched to her side with whitened knuckles,her cheeks pinched rouge by the wi..
Red Says the Sunset

Red Says the Sunset

A Poem by Michael G. Smith


Childhood memories
Dirt

Dirt

A Poem by Eboy


It was something I came up with when I was riding a train, and I saw the sunset slowly giving the dirty river a gentle kiss.
Mr. Misery

Mr. Misery

A Poem by Little Birdie


Living each day anew through every kaleidoscope hope.
Shine

Shine

A Poem by Mary


So I just sat there.Looking at the perfectly painted sky changefrom reds and orangesto indigos, and blacks.I watched the stars come out from their hid..
Where the ocean meets the sky

Where the ocean meets the sky

A Story by Jack...


A flash Fiction about the sunset
fading

fading

A Poem by Penguin


my soul is in a state of complete discord.unable to find a place of belonging on neither this earth nor quietus,it wanders aimlessly through blurring ..
At Sunset

At Sunset

A Story by JaenelleEvans


A short piece of practicing my descriptive writing style while in a bad mood. Hope you like it.
Upon the bay

Upon the bay

A Poem by Jack...


Another of my Stan Sperlak inspired poems
floating

floating

A Poem by Carmen


i inhale the salty airfeel the grit of golden sand between my toesas i run faster and fasterdown the shore linemy footprints deep in the sand behind m..
I wish I had...

I wish I had...

A Story by smilempsn


my first attempt to write something in Story...^-^
wind touches my eyes

wind touches my eyes

A Poem by Rahul


I thought to continue my last poem "AN EVENING TIME". It arises and comes from there.
Angelic Sunset

Angelic Sunset

A Story by ~Nina~


Oh, dazzling sunset, how I love you so.
An afternoon affair

An afternoon affair

A Poem by Juan de Rajah


One afternoon, upon my bed, the wind blew… so ever gently. White curtains swaying like a girl toys her hair, my face she’s kissin..
Time

Time

A Poem by Heart Of The Shattered


The hour which the sun is red, And some animals go to bed.When the clouds are pink,And then the sky is swallowed in ink.The bonny owl hoots its call,T..
Unanchored Moments

Unanchored Moments

A Poem by SyberRose


Artist/Karen Conine