Original Sunset Poems
I’ve put together a small collection of my favorite sunset poems. They mark the end of day, that sinking of our great star into nighttime. With some famous poets’ contributions, this list is a short collection of my originals.
They were all written while watching, or pondering, that great evolution of daytime to dusk to night. I think sunsets are one of the most magical of breathtaking natural phenomena, and I don’t think they’re metaphysically insignificant. Please share these sunset poems with your adventurous, outdoorsy, sunset-loving, all-day-hiking friends & family.
I’m always writing, and will continue to update this list as I write more.
(and let me know your favorite in the comments)
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The sunset stole the wind
her breath seemed quite dull
beneath the oranges and pinks and yellows
of an evening in mountainous fall.
I thought nothing of her cold kisses
on my all-day-hiking cheeks
the sun was setting quickly
and painting her forever reverent peaks.
Sunset snowflake seasons
they come and go without much ease
the winter wind whips tonight
a blustery Virginia breeze
and there they dance
a unique and glorious shower
snowflakes running errands
late for evening’s finest hour.
The sun took his descent
and the flowers bowed away
they tucked their petals close
in that same
the end of every summer day.
My boots resting
my toes stretching
the sun setting
I think sunsets
in the sky.
Boy it sure is chilly
tonight under Autumn’s gaze
and the sun is setting quickly
like an evening
A sloop of amber slips away
Upon an ether sea,
And wrecks in peace a purple tar,
The son of ecstasy.
Sunsets remind me
of our insignificance
they’re too immense
for our mortality to mean much
but then the sunrise!
and all over I’m eager again
for our little mortal happenings
and to see the day’s pretty end.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Where was the best sunset you ever saw? The beach? The mountains? Each time I see a magnificent sunset, I crown it better than the last. As I continue to wander into mountains and along the ocean, I’ll update this list with more thoughts, reflections, and poems.
Thanks for reading!