Sunsets Poems Novels & Stories

The sunset after the rain was never as beautiful as it was now. It was a magic that existed beyond words. And what can one say about a sunset? One could go on forever describing how the colors blend together to create illusion and eternal beauty. You can talk forever about the sunset, which pleases the eyes after a hard day. But what can you say about the sunset that graced the day after emotion, pain and happiness? Cities can change twice a day. It is in the morning and in the evening. In the morning, cities can be different. They may even have different colors of houses. In the evening, cities seem to breathe in and take on a whole new hue. For in the evening, everything becomes sincere. S

A beautiful sunset that was mistaken for a dawn. -Claude Debussy  Part 3: The sun must set to rise  'Another sunset! 'He sighed looking at the sinking sun through the small slit of his tent. The buzzing crickets starting to give him a headache now with their continues'turring' sound from the last seven days. What else could he expect from the middle of a wilderness? "Is there some news from maniteek? "He asked. The others in the tent more frustrated than he was!

Human warmth was the best way to beat chilly weather. She sat in silence and didn’t force him to answer, eyes closed as she listened to him breathing and his heart beating against his chest. The soft, chilly breeze lightly kissed her on her cheeks, making her open her eyes. “Look at the sunset,” her tone pleasing to the ear. Pointing at the shadow of the sun from the pond. “When I’m sad and frustrated with life, I always look for a sunset. After it sets, darkness fills the sky. But it’s that promise of the morning sun the following day that reminds me life goes on, and this too shall pass.”

And when dawn comes to replace the night, I know we will meet in eternity. Like the sun that shines brightly again, Our love will continue to shine, never to be extinguished. This poem continues the quiet and serene atmosphere of twilight, depicting a love that remains alive and unwavering despite the coming of night. This love is likened to the waves that always return, and the sun that always rises again after night. When dawn slowly breaks on the eastern horizon, Morning light sweeps away the gloomy night. The world awakens from its slumber,

Lianna: The blanket beneath me was soft against the grass, the rich hues of the sunset reflecting in the still waters of Lunaris Spring. The sky was a masterpiece of fiery orange and soft pink, streaked with hints of lavender and gold. I leaned back, letting my fingers trace absent patterns over the fabric of the picnic blanket. Beside me, Edward sat quietly, his gaze fixed on the horizon as though the sunset had cast its spell on him too. “I’ve always loved sunsets,” I murmured, my voice breaking the gentle hum of the crickets around us. “They make me feel… hope. Like no matter what happens during the day, it all ends in beauty.”

I hate girls who cry, however her tears make me hate everything that causes them, even myself. “Even sunset is beautiful.” Her eyes stopped at mine, “I love sunset.” I tsked casually. Reaching at home when dawn is breaking, I'm very familiar with sunsets and sunrises, and I grew up watching the light fade into darkness only to rekindle again within a few hours.

“THERE you are, setting down beautifully,” Emily whispered. Her lips curled into a smile as she watched the sunset through the window. Sunsets have become her comfort ever since she was a child. It was her constant reminder that every struggle would end, every wound would heal, and every hot tear would fade. She could feel how tired her body and soul were from her constant battle, yet as she watched the sun set solemnly before her eyes, it gave her hope, peace, and a little happiness.

I imagined if the last I would see of him was from this morning. The day had started out so well and bright and now it was ending on a bad and gloomy note. The rays of the sun that filtered into my room through the glass window some hours ago were now all gone. It was now sunset and I imagined what the beautiful sunset would look like in my head, for I could not see it. Its beautiful colours and its warmth on my skin. It reminded me once again of Lily, how much she loved to watch the sunrise and the sunset and I let my mind wander to her for a moment...

I am indeed a hopeless romantic. I turned around my swivel chair and faced the glass window, overlooking the whole city where I am currently living. It was already midnight and some stars aligned in the sky. I counted ten stars scattered within the reach of my eyes until I got bored and decided to go back to reading the new book I just bought from the bookstore.

"Well, Ms Dasher. You can go to find this monk and bring him here...we may see him." The day passed by, Debrah had gone out to do the important work. Pidge didn't know about this...she was resting in her room. She watched the sunset at the horizon, spreading its largess into a grateful sky. Rich hues of red blended with oranges, purples, crimsons. Her spirit soared at the sight as she was transported into a timeless existence, ready for the protective blanket of night and new dreams. With the setting sun came a sky of fire, the orange of every wintry hearth. It was the battle cry to the gathering night, that the only achievement of darkness is to show starlight all the more clearly.