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Beautiful Breathtaking Sunset Somewhere in this Wonderful Earth of Ours and a Poem

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 crossed the bar.

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Sunsets To Take Your Breathaway And A Poem

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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.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Beautiful Breathtaking Sunset In This Wonderful Earth Of Us And A Poem

Sunset

Effie Lee Newsome – 1885-1978

Since Poets have told of sunset, 
What is left for me to tell?
I can only say that I saw the day
Press crimson lips to the horizon gray, 
And kiss the earth farewell.

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I Am Not Sorry For The Price I Have Paid

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Beautiful Breathtaking Sunset And A Poem

Out of the Sunset’s Red

by William Stanley Braithwaite

Out of the sunset’s red
Into the blushing sea,

The winds of day drop dead
And dreams come home to me. —
The sea is still,— and apart

Is a stillness in my heart.

The night comes up the beach,
The dark steals over all,
Though silence has no speech
I hear the sea-dreams call
To my heart; — and in reply
It answers with a sigh.

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Inspirational Poem Of The Day: About Hope

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Hope is the thing with feathers —by Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

EMILY DICKINSON MUSEUM

Humor, Poetry

A Funny Good Morning Poem

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Today throw open your blinds and windows,
Enjoy the beautiful light the sun shows,
Though you can’t always control who enters your life,
Have a good window to throw out those who give you strife.

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Anything Goes On Sunday: The Devil Is A Handsome Man

This poem is dedicated to anybody who has fallen in love with a narcissistic person. Let the pain go away. The deceiver will never stop deceiving!

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This is a paradox.

-you are a bad man-

You lie like you breathe You cheat and deceive

Your smiles and your jokes Are in fact just a cloak

The sparkle in your eyes As you take pleasure in my cries

And the way you rejoice Hearing the pain in my voice

Made me understand That you ARE a bad man

Under that polished facade, You believe you’re a god

I’m tired of your neglect And of your disrespect

So I pen these words Hoping you’ve heard

That at the end of the day Those games that you play

Maybe you are fun But my dear I am done!

Leslie Bertrand ©Paradoxical Phoenix