Sunset poems describe the colors, shapes, and scenes of the sunset. The beauty of a sunset is like nature’s painting in the sky.
The whole sunset scene is peaceful and calm. It brings a sense of calm, makes you appreciate the moment, and reminds you that even endings can be incredibly beautiful.
The world slows down, and there’s a peaceful feeling as the day says goodbye. Sunset poems connect the beauty of the sunset to nature.
They talk about the sky, clouds, and the sun. They describe the sky turning into a canvas of warm hues like red, orange, and pink.
Readers find a connection between the natural beauty of the sunset and their feelings, adding a personal touch to the poem.
Let’s read some of the beautiful sunset poems and enjoy them.
Twilight
The first glad breath of day is dear;
The sky is very soft and near;
The noon is glorious with light;
And afternoon is bright;
But I love twilight best, it seems,
When all the air is drenched with dreams,
And up against the sunset bar,
One small dream changes to a star.
Sunset
by Emily Dickinson
A sloop of amber slips away
Upon an ether sea,
And wrecks in peace a purple tar,
The son of ecstasy.
Golden Gate Sunset
by William Henry Dawson
Oh, the beauty of a sunset
Viewed from San Francisco Bay!
It just seems to make the soul let
Loose from earth and fly away
To a land of love and glory—
To a feast of sweet repose:
Language cannot tell the story—
He who sees it, only, knows.
Oh, the loveliness of sunset,
Viewed from ‘Frisco’s Golden Gate!
It lifts the soul where it can get
A glimpse of heavenly estate.
Soul that’s weary—heavy-laden,
Bent beneath the chastening rod,
When it views a golden sunset,
Touches hands with Nature’s God.
Autumn Song
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?
In Flanders Field Poem
By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Just Beyond The Sunset
By David Harris
Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally
Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand
Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find me
Written – July or Aug 1966
David Harris
Crossing The Bar
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face-to-face
When I have crost the bar.
Mandarin
By Gabrielle
You’re orange to me
When we met at the beach
The passenger door light
Lit your face a warm peach
So orange we’ll be
As the sun goes down
A ripe mandarin
That never goes brown
Sunset Poem
I wonder why when you say goodbye
beautiful colours paint the sky.
Shades of orange, yellow and pink too
all come out because of you.
And although I hate to see you go,
I really do enjoy the show.
I’ve seen you leave so many times
and still it’s a favourite sight of mine.
There’ll be no sadness, be no sorrow
because my sun, you’ll come out tomorrow.
I won’t feel hurt, I’ll feel no pain
because on your way down, your colours will reign.
Dreaming Of Paradise
The sun sets over the horizon
Painting the sky with orange and purple hues
The clouds are like cotton candy
Floating in the air, soft and sweet
The ocean waves gently caress the shore
Leaving behind traces of foam and shells
The sand is warm and smooth
Inviting me to lie down and relax
The breeze whispers in my ear
Telling me stories of distant lands
The stars begin to appear
Twinkling like diamonds on a velvet cloth
I close my eyes and breathe deeply
Feeling the peace and beauty of this moment
I wish I could stay here forever
But I know this is only a dream
At Sunset
By Madison Cawein
Into the sunset’s turquoise marge
The moon dips, like a pearly barge
Enchantment sails through magic seas
To fairyland Hesperides,
Over the hills and away.
Into the fields, in ghost-gray gown,
The young-eyed Dusk comes slowly down;
Her apron filled with stars she stands,
And one or two slip from her hands
Over the hills and away.
Above the wood’s black caldron bends
The witch-faced Night and, muttering, blends
The dew and heat, whose bubbles make
The mist and musk that haunt the brake
Over the hills and away.
This is all about famous sunset poems.