A good sunset really is a thing of beauty, isn’t it? They can be breathtaking, evocative and utterly mind blowing. You will no doubt have seen a great many paintings and photos of this daily phenomenon, but did you know there are also a lot of poems about sunsets too?
The written word is a beautiful art form, and can paint a picture in your mind just as well as looking at an actual painting. If you aren’t really an art gallery sort of person, try poetry instead – you may find it speaks to you in a way that paintings don’t.
As well as being lovely to look at, sunsets contain a lot of symbolism. They showcase the end of the day, and can help us to realize that any issues we faced on this day are now over. This can really help you to realize that each new day is a gift, and you don’t have to worry too much about things that happened that you weren’t happy about.
There is a surprising amount of writing out there about the splendor of the day finishing, and we’ve gathered up some of the finest poems about sunsets, so sit back and enjoy!
Poems About Sunsets
Love
Author: O. Pierce
As the sun sinks slowly in the sky,
I cannot help but feel a sense of love
That fills my heart and lifts my spirit high.
The orange and pink hues that paint the clouds
Are like the flames that burn within my soul,
A passion fierce and bright, a love so proud.
For in the beauty of a sunset's glow,
I see the face of one who holds my heart,
A love that's strong and deep, and full of woe.
But even as the day gives way to night,
Our love will continue to shine and grow,
A beacon of light that burns with all its might.
So let us stand and watch the sunset's glow,
And know that in each other's love we'll find a home.
On the Beach
Author: H. Blake
Sunsets on the beach are a sight to see,
A natural masterpiece set free.
Golden sunbeams dance across the waves,
Creating a canvas of light that saves.
The sky is ablaze with fiery hues,
As the sun dips low, it bids adieu.
But the beauty of the scene does not fade,
It lingers on, a memory to be made.
The sand beneath my feet is cool and smooth,
A gentle breeze, a lover's soothing soothe.
I stand and stare in awe and wonder,
As the world around me begins to ponder.
Sunsets on the beach, a sight so rare,
A moment of peace, a moment to share.
I'll return again to this tranquil place,
To stand and watch the sunset's golden grace.
Death
Author: M. Barker
Sunsets and death, two things that seem so strange,
But in the end, they both hold so much beauty.
One signifies the end of day's last range,
The other, the end of life's long-worn duty.
As the sun sinks low in the western sky,
I can't help but feel a sense of dread.
For in its descent, I see the reason why
We must all one day end up dead.
But even in death, there is a kind of grace,
A beauty in the way that life fades away.
Like the colors of the sunset, we embrace
The peace that comes at the close of day.
So let us stand and watch the sunset's glow,
And find solace in the fact that death is just another part of the cycle of life, to come and go.
God
Author: Unknown
There once was a god of the sunset,
Whose colors were bright and for sure a hit.
His hues of gold, red, and orange,
Were a sight that left people in a frenzy,
As he painted the sky with a magic.
Flowers
Author: N. Knapp
As the sun sinks low in the western sky,
I stand and watch with a contented sigh.
The colors of the sunset are so bright,
Like a bouquet of flowers, a beautiful sight.
The orange and pink hues that paint the clouds
Are like the petals of a rose, so proud.
The purple and red that streak the sky
Are like the lavender, a sight so high.
But as the day gives way to night,
The flowers of the sunset fade from sight.
Yet the memory of their beauty remains,
A treasure to be held, a joy to gain.
So let us stand and watch the sunset's glow,
And savor the beauty of the flowers that grow.
Beauty
Author: S. Bryant
Sunsets, a beauty that never fades,
A sight that fills my heart with joy and gladness.
As the sun sinks low in the western sky,
I stand and watch with wonder in my eye.
The orange and pink hues that paint the clouds
Are like the flames of love, so bright and proud.
The purple and red that streak the sky
Are like the petals of a flower, so high.
But as the day gives way to night,
The beauty of the sunset takes flight.
Yet the memory of its splendor remains,
A treasure to be held, a joy to gain.
So let us stand and watch the sunset's glow,
And savor the beauty that it bestows.
Life
Author: Unknown
Sunset's glow, a sign
Of life's constant changing ways
Embrace each moment.
Looking for more short, funny poems? Check out these about the beach.
