Read my original nature poems right here!

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13 Original Sunset Poems

Rhododendron Sunset, a favorite sunset painting of mine by Mary Benson, a North Carolina artist. You can buy prints right here.

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)


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.

10/13/21 by PineTreePoet


Sunset in the city
children and mothers at home
packing lunches

but we who adore Creation
pack little lakeshores in happy
smiling bunches.

8/16/23 by PineTreePoet. Lake Johnson, Raleigh, North Carolina.

Sunset at Lake Johnson Park in Raleigh, North Carolina on August 16, 2023. Can you find some of the poems I wrote that evening in this collection?


Owl came to watch sunset
she had the finest view
a few hoots and head turns
onto her favorite perch she flew

she watches it each night
like we watch screens and shows
people perched in their routines
but the finest things, Owl knows

8/16/23 by PineTreePoet. Lake Johnson, Raleigh, North Carolina.


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.

1/6/22 by PineTreePoet


The sun took his descent
and the flowers bowed away
they tucked their petals close
in that same
splendid shutting
the end of every summer day.

7/7/21 by PineTreePoet


My boots resting
my toes stretching
the sun setting

9/22/20 by PineTreePoet

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.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, 1923


Boy it sure is chilly
tonight under Autumn’s gaze

and the sun is setting quickly
like an evening
pumpkin blaze.

10/30/21 by PineTreePoet

A sloop of amber slips away
Upon an ether sea,
And wrecks in peace a purple tar,
The son of ecstasy.

Sunset by Emily Dickinson


two days after a storm
over the lake
beneath the clouds
surely heaven-sent
and I stay staring
much longer than I meant

8/16/23 by PineTreePoet. Lake Johnson, Raleigh, North Carolina.


Sunsets remind me
of our insignificance
they’re too immense
and lovely
for our mortality to mean much
no offense

but then the sunrise!
and all over I’m eager again
for our little mortal happenings
and to see the day’s pretty end.

9/27/21 by PineTreePoet


Sunset is Creation’s crescendo
building and building
to the pinnacle of awe

Grey clouds lit purple and pink
golden light without flaw

and the sea foam champagne
I toast the sea and all her wonder
every perfect oil canvas
a seaside sunset puts asunder

8/15/23 by PineTreePoet


Sunset on Vieques
in the rocks and mangroves we stir
fiddling in our shells
distant blenders purr

And the hum of Esperanza
hasn’t yet climbed its throne
the sun it setting now
and over the Caribbean
it never sets alone

5/30/23 by PineTreePoet. Esperanza Beach, Vieques, Puerto Rico.


I think sunsets
are books
in the sky.

6/17/21 by PineTreePoet


How shall I describe this scene?
I’ll need to put it to lines
that’s my talent.

But if the sun sets too quickly
it’ll all go to black.
Or shall it?

Perhaps in the mind behind my eyes
the dreamscape will endure
this present palette.

Courage! but still I write too eagerly
nature’s heart hammering
the poet’s mallet.

1/11/23 by PineTreePoet. Raleigh, North Carolina.

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!

A photo sent by my dad of sunset in Charleston, SC from a boat. 3/5/23.

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George Callahan is the creator of Pine Tree Poet. He is an author of fantasy stories and an adventure poet. He prefers mountains and pine trees to most other things, and usually takes his dog Cowboy along for the ride.

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