the sweetest time of all when the birds and the bees are in complete harmony and your ears can take the music of this song into your soul and allow the silent song to melt away the day’s stress –never miss this time of day;
cathy curry
The soft glow of the setting sun was reflected in her eyes. Dusk bathed them in a dim light. Twilight was upon them, but they said nothing as they gazed into each other’s eyes, the world disappearing around them. Nothing else mattered in the present moment. Nothing but each other.
caitlin
trhe skies lit with red dut ast the sun lowered into its eternal slumber. The sun lowered its great maw of power as it gave way to the night only to reappear in dawn.
Chris
hmmmmmmmmmmm
I see you amongst them
I feel you amongst the
the colors of the morning in your
hair
you rise with the sun
dusk
imani
In the dusk of her memory, she finds old skeletons, things she had buried deep and are now surfacing from their liquid grave; ghouls summoned by the light ray of light.
Nathalie (Spacedlaw)
It was dusk and the sky was lemon yellow and purple. I felt the beginning of the my day. My eyes opened to a world glowing with fireflies and the hoot of owls. It was my time. My time to breathe and live. Time to feed.
Claudia
It was dusk, and I was walking along the road hoping to find something I wasn’t sure of. I saw him approach me, and a hint of a smile crossed my face. It was then that the rest of his friends came out and I ran.
sasha
it was a dark and dreary dusk the clouds all around jimmy were billowing with excitement to pour out their magnificent dews on the morning ground he had never seen himself like this before it seemled like just yesterday that he had gone to his sisters birthday party and now he was 5ooo miles away from any civilization possible
matthew stanfield
at dusk my day begins at the setting of the sun and dying of the day I come alive I do not fear the night for the shadow cast by the void of space will be bannished in enough time I do not fear the falling cloak of night for there the stars shine brightest there the supernovae burn there I am truly myself, unafraid and free
aaron
The sun rolled slowly over the horizon. As the world greyed around him, the man holstered his pistol and saddled up. He had killed enough for one day.
Michael
it was dusk, late and cold. The biting wind bit at me as I walked the streets. A girl passed by me, a smile as warm as the wind crossed her face. A moment for me to reply in kind, then gone. It seems that I wasn’t who she was looking for.
John
Dusk is the time of day when the mind can be clearest. It’s a time to hear yourself think. Sit on the patio, smoke a cigar, listen to some music, and let the brain coast.
Steve O
The smell of dusty, musky living things pervades my senses until all I can think about is living, growing, proliferation. Trees in the dusk are haunting, and their personalities come out in the limited light. It is the time between night and day.
Charlotte
The dusk settles over the valley quietly and quickly. The sun is setting behind the mountains and can no longer be seen, although its light still illuminates the sky. I am still sitting in the clearing, as I have been all day. I need to keep moving, but I don’t want to return to civilization just yet. I am peaceful and content in the midst of the trees and I am happy to forget the noise of the cars and the bustle of people.
Zoey
The afternoon was disappearing into the dusk. My thoughts of the day were dimmer with the fading light. It was more than I could bear.
juli
Dusk dampened the air as though it were wet seaweed on sand. Heavy and dark and green, blotting out the sun and breath. It brought precious little to think of outside of hiding and sleep and making way for the rest of the world.
em thomas
dark night, evening,
juli
I called and at dusk there was no answer. I sit alone hours past in the dark only light of my screen. No reply… At dusk I was hopeful for you and I and hours later I am empty and hopeless. The end is near and I’m heartbroken.
j'aime
is in between that is obvious, bill maher distracts me with his half-witticisms. dusk is when you get hit by cars. it’s hazy and that’s when things look good a lot of the time it’s hard to say.
cameron
Dusk struck with such affinity it was overwhelming. With such invigorating love it was intimidating.
Dusk: the time of day when it seemed I felt the most alive. As I ran endlessly from something I knew nothing of, I escaped from my monsters only in this time of day. My demons rested on during dusk.
Sav
the time at night when its really musky. In books sometimes people say ” be in by dusk”? I’m not totally sure. Dusk is a four letter word.
It starts with a d
alannah
night time peace dream calm sunset orange purple romance poetry dinner
Erin Shweri
it was a dark and stormy night, and I was in a rather cleshe moment… because it wasn’t actually dark or stormy.. it was dusk!
Oh man, I totally tricked you all… you thgouth this was going to be well written and all novely-like.. HAH eat that stupid poopfaces who sit around at dusk drinking stupid marteeeenies and other elitest drinks… yeah thats what you get for reading internet stupidity at DUSK during dusk with dusky dusk duskheads.
DIA
it was a dark and stormy night, and I was in a rather cleshe moment… because it wasn’t actually dark or stormy.. it was dusk!
Oh man, I totally tricked you all… you thgouth this was going to be well written and all novely-like.. HAH eat that stupid poopfaces who sit around at dusk drinking stupid marteeeenies and other elitest drinks… yeah thats what you get for reading internet stupidity at DUSK during dusk with dusky dusk duskheads.
DIA
Night. With the smell of bonfires and tiki lamps. The splash of a pool and the music of a party. The sight of a sun seting on the beach. The quiet of camping and staring up at the stars.
sammy
Dusk falls far faster than we ever anticipate. I can’t begin to imagine how many people have been lost, injured or otherwise maimed simply because it got dark, much faster than they expected.
It’s happened to me for sure.
jessica w
dusk is right before night time. it reminds me of flowers. and the best time of someone’s life. i don’t know who though. this night’s a perfect shade of dark blue. the day after. beauty. nostalgia. missing someone.
rachel
Dawn and dusk. Sunrise and sunset. Polar opposites of one another, one might say. One marks a new beginning, the creation of a new day, while the other marks an end, the conclusion of a day that just passed. But the sun will always rise again.
vish
She took his hand at dusk and said “I’m sorry.” He nodded, looked away, and said nothing. His eyes were down, though, and she knew that she’d killed something without even meaning to.
Jon
The dusk settled around us, darkness sweeping over the light of the sun. His arm tightened around my shoulders as the temperature dropped.
Soon it was too dark to see his face, but I knew he was there. The warmth of his body pressed against mine let me know he was there. He promised he’d always be there.
But tonight I’m cold, nothing but emptiness beside me as I watch the stars appear, one by one.
Kurekitsune
Dusk is my favorite time of the day. It is neither light nor dark. Dusk is beautiful– it changes the entire world. Blurs features, and makes even things close to you unclear. Then you can imagine something new, something better. Something you actually like. What you don’t understand you can make mean anything.
Annie
dusk, today.
“the lake is beautiful”, you said,
and say no more,
I followed you.
you continued your quirky banter,
“if you
or I
were a guy”
but you leaned on me anyway
and even if it meant no more
it meant enough
claire steen
The sun has set. The lights come on at dusk. Trying to push back the gathering darkness. Good night.
Donna Bills
at dusk, we see all the stars disappear.
the guardians of the sky, the sweet twinkle of the dew drops in the morning sun.
You are the dawn of dawn, the beginning of life.
this is it, when I love to wake up beside you and we can watch the sunrise together. this is it, when we can be together; it’s better in the morning than the night/
and slowly, we see the golden globe above the horizon, the silver orb dipping below.
Samie
night time is a wonderful time…but is it better than the day? a wonderful compromise is the DUSK. the twilight. the point of between-ness that allows us to cross the boundary between sun and moon. it is a time of excitement…reflection on the day and excitement for what the night may bring.
tristyn
Dusk was beginning to fall when Ame stepped out of the doorway. She crossed the yard silently to the old shed and opened the door. Looking around for a small string on the floor, she spotted it and tugged at the cord.
A door in the boards of the floor opened, and Ame stared down into the darkness below, wondering if she dared to enter the most deadliest memories of her past.
Anna H.
We’re taking the crown now.
Or, at least, the trees are. They’re taking the crown, tucking it away. They’re black sillhouettes, monsters, waiting with thorny claws and outstretched arms.
I stand on the edge, watching them sway in the wind. Dancing, almost, like ballerinas. I like the way they look.
A.T.
There was no better time to be, and no better place, either. Here and now on the ocean’s shore was pure euphoria. Dusk was the time when the sky seemed to meld into the ocean’s horizon and all around you was the seemingly endless abyss of darkness, waiting with its silence.
Virginia
At dusk I shall crawl inside a seashell and remove all my clothing and then curl up into a tiny fetus and age backwards until I am simply a speck. A fleshy bit of dust inside a sea creature’s shell. Goodbye.
Steven Frenda
from dusk till dawn, yes the start and end of many stories and phrases, you know the word dusk really makes me think of cowboy stories and alot of dust infact, when the sun is low and golden orange and shining down on the saloon or cowboy who is riding out of town. one hell of a word.. dusk.
the sweetest time of all when the birds and the bees are in complete harmony and your ears can take the music of this song into your soul and allow the silent song to melt away the day’s stress –never miss this time of day;
The soft glow of the setting sun was reflected in her eyes. Dusk bathed them in a dim light. Twilight was upon them, but they said nothing as they gazed into each other’s eyes, the world disappearing around them. Nothing else mattered in the present moment. Nothing but each other.
trhe skies lit with red dut ast the sun lowered into its eternal slumber. The sun lowered its great maw of power as it gave way to the night only to reappear in dawn.
hmmmmmmmmmmm
I see you amongst them
I feel you amongst the
the colors of the morning in your
hair
you rise with the sun
dusk
In the dusk of her memory, she finds old skeletons, things she had buried deep and are now surfacing from their liquid grave; ghouls summoned by the light ray of light.
It was dusk and the sky was lemon yellow and purple. I felt the beginning of the my day. My eyes opened to a world glowing with fireflies and the hoot of owls. It was my time. My time to breathe and live. Time to feed.
It was dusk, and I was walking along the road hoping to find something I wasn’t sure of. I saw him approach me, and a hint of a smile crossed my face. It was then that the rest of his friends came out and I ran.
it was a dark and dreary dusk the clouds all around jimmy were billowing with excitement to pour out their magnificent dews on the morning ground he had never seen himself like this before it seemled like just yesterday that he had gone to his sisters birthday party and now he was 5ooo miles away from any civilization possible
at dusk my day begins at the setting of the sun and dying of the day I come alive I do not fear the night for the shadow cast by the void of space will be bannished in enough time I do not fear the falling cloak of night for there the stars shine brightest there the supernovae burn there I am truly myself, unafraid and free
The sun rolled slowly over the horizon. As the world greyed around him, the man holstered his pistol and saddled up. He had killed enough for one day.
it was dusk, late and cold. The biting wind bit at me as I walked the streets. A girl passed by me, a smile as warm as the wind crossed her face. A moment for me to reply in kind, then gone. It seems that I wasn’t who she was looking for.
Dusk is the time of day when the mind can be clearest. It’s a time to hear yourself think. Sit on the patio, smoke a cigar, listen to some music, and let the brain coast.
The smell of dusty, musky living things pervades my senses until all I can think about is living, growing, proliferation. Trees in the dusk are haunting, and their personalities come out in the limited light. It is the time between night and day.
The dusk settles over the valley quietly and quickly. The sun is setting behind the mountains and can no longer be seen, although its light still illuminates the sky. I am still sitting in the clearing, as I have been all day. I need to keep moving, but I don’t want to return to civilization just yet. I am peaceful and content in the midst of the trees and I am happy to forget the noise of the cars and the bustle of people.
The afternoon was disappearing into the dusk. My thoughts of the day were dimmer with the fading light. It was more than I could bear.
Dusk dampened the air as though it were wet seaweed on sand. Heavy and dark and green, blotting out the sun and breath. It brought precious little to think of outside of hiding and sleep and making way for the rest of the world.
dark night, evening,
I called and at dusk there was no answer. I sit alone hours past in the dark only light of my screen. No reply… At dusk I was hopeful for you and I and hours later I am empty and hopeless. The end is near and I’m heartbroken.
is in between that is obvious, bill maher distracts me with his half-witticisms. dusk is when you get hit by cars. it’s hazy and that’s when things look good a lot of the time it’s hard to say.
Dusk struck with such affinity it was overwhelming. With such invigorating love it was intimidating.
Dusk: the time of day when it seemed I felt the most alive. As I ran endlessly from something I knew nothing of, I escaped from my monsters only in this time of day. My demons rested on during dusk.
the time at night when its really musky. In books sometimes people say ” be in by dusk”? I’m not totally sure. Dusk is a four letter word.
It starts with a d
night time peace dream calm sunset orange purple romance poetry dinner
it was a dark and stormy night, and I was in a rather cleshe moment… because it wasn’t actually dark or stormy.. it was dusk!
Oh man, I totally tricked you all… you thgouth this was going to be well written and all novely-like.. HAH eat that stupid poopfaces who sit around at dusk drinking stupid marteeeenies and other elitest drinks… yeah thats what you get for reading internet stupidity at DUSK during dusk with dusky dusk duskheads.
it was a dark and stormy night, and I was in a rather cleshe moment… because it wasn’t actually dark or stormy.. it was dusk!
Oh man, I totally tricked you all… you thgouth this was going to be well written and all novely-like.. HAH eat that stupid poopfaces who sit around at dusk drinking stupid marteeeenies and other elitest drinks… yeah thats what you get for reading internet stupidity at DUSK during dusk with dusky dusk duskheads.
Night. With the smell of bonfires and tiki lamps. The splash of a pool and the music of a party. The sight of a sun seting on the beach. The quiet of camping and staring up at the stars.
Dusk falls far faster than we ever anticipate. I can’t begin to imagine how many people have been lost, injured or otherwise maimed simply because it got dark, much faster than they expected.
It’s happened to me for sure.
dusk is right before night time. it reminds me of flowers. and the best time of someone’s life. i don’t know who though. this night’s a perfect shade of dark blue. the day after. beauty. nostalgia. missing someone.
Dawn and dusk. Sunrise and sunset. Polar opposites of one another, one might say. One marks a new beginning, the creation of a new day, while the other marks an end, the conclusion of a day that just passed. But the sun will always rise again.
She took his hand at dusk and said “I’m sorry.” He nodded, looked away, and said nothing. His eyes were down, though, and she knew that she’d killed something without even meaning to.
The dusk settled around us, darkness sweeping over the light of the sun. His arm tightened around my shoulders as the temperature dropped.
Soon it was too dark to see his face, but I knew he was there. The warmth of his body pressed against mine let me know he was there. He promised he’d always be there.
But tonight I’m cold, nothing but emptiness beside me as I watch the stars appear, one by one.
Dusk is my favorite time of the day. It is neither light nor dark. Dusk is beautiful– it changes the entire world. Blurs features, and makes even things close to you unclear. Then you can imagine something new, something better. Something you actually like. What you don’t understand you can make mean anything.
dusk, today.
“the lake is beautiful”, you said,
and say no more,
I followed you.
you continued your quirky banter,
“if you
or I
were a guy”
but you leaned on me anyway
and even if it meant no more
it meant enough
The sun has set. The lights come on at dusk. Trying to push back the gathering darkness. Good night.
at dusk, we see all the stars disappear.
the guardians of the sky, the sweet twinkle of the dew drops in the morning sun.
You are the dawn of dawn, the beginning of life.
this is it, when I love to wake up beside you and we can watch the sunrise together. this is it, when we can be together; it’s better in the morning than the night/
and slowly, we see the golden globe above the horizon, the silver orb dipping below.
night time is a wonderful time…but is it better than the day? a wonderful compromise is the DUSK. the twilight. the point of between-ness that allows us to cross the boundary between sun and moon. it is a time of excitement…reflection on the day and excitement for what the night may bring.
Dusk was beginning to fall when Ame stepped out of the doorway. She crossed the yard silently to the old shed and opened the door. Looking around for a small string on the floor, she spotted it and tugged at the cord.
A door in the boards of the floor opened, and Ame stared down into the darkness below, wondering if she dared to enter the most deadliest memories of her past.
We’re taking the crown now.
Or, at least, the trees are. They’re taking the crown, tucking it away. They’re black sillhouettes, monsters, waiting with thorny claws and outstretched arms.
I stand on the edge, watching them sway in the wind. Dancing, almost, like ballerinas. I like the way they look.
There was no better time to be, and no better place, either. Here and now on the ocean’s shore was pure euphoria. Dusk was the time when the sky seemed to meld into the ocean’s horizon and all around you was the seemingly endless abyss of darkness, waiting with its silence.
At dusk I shall crawl inside a seashell and remove all my clothing and then curl up into a tiny fetus and age backwards until I am simply a speck. A fleshy bit of dust inside a sea creature’s shell. Goodbye.
from dusk till dawn, yes the start and end of many stories and phrases, you know the word dusk really makes me think of cowboy stories and alot of dust infact, when the sun is low and golden orange and shining down on the saloon or cowboy who is riding out of town. one hell of a word.. dusk.