Poems about Dawn
#dawn
Poems about dawn, sunrise; the first appearance of light in the sky in the morning. Dawn poetry about the beginning of the day, when the world wakes up.
oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 1:56pm
23rd Oct 2024 1:56pm
Hope I Don’t Fall Before Time Runs Out On Me
Hope I don’t fall before time runs out on me
Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young
Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution
But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...
Medicare problem of the elder society
Take a step and hope that you don’t fall
Down the steps of misery of being old
Brittle bones and grey hairs give up your charade of being young
Maybe some Metamucil will cure you
Or if it comes to it Brighto from 3 stooges
Will set you straight firm your constitution
But time keeps ticking looking to drop down the shade of us
My head feels young in me
Brain firing on all cylinders
Try and learn something new to keep
The synapses...
#aging
#dawn
#fall #fate
#fall #fate
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goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 3:33am
19th Oct 2024 3:33am
on her way (back home)
almost
morning,
she easily
walks
along the
stoned
sidewalk,
almost
gliding
as her
high heels
on shapely
legs
tap out
her nearing
arrival,
her shadow
quiet
as a
whisper
matches her
movements,
on her
way
back home.
morning,
she easily
walks
along the
stoned
sidewalk,
almost
gliding
as her
high heels
on shapely
legs
tap out
her nearing
arrival,
her shadow
quiet
as a
whisper
matches her
movements,
on her
way
back home.
#city
#dawn
#freedom
#home
#travel
67 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 10:46am
9th Oct 2024 10:46am
broken light
that early
morning
dawn was
breaking,
but still
felt well
enough
to take
a walk
with me.
morning
dawn was
breaking,
but still
felt well
enough
to take
a walk
with me.
#dawn
#morning
#nature #sky
#nature #sky
91 reads
6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 10:17am
5th Oct 2024 10:17am
i pick my moment
i pick
my
moment
as the
day
climbs
into
my room,
singing in
my ear,
now,
my eyes
open, i
watch
those
blades
slice open
the
darkness,
and
whatever
scraps
are left,
get tossed
out by
daylight.
my
moment
as the
day
climbs
into
my room,
singing in
my ear,
now,
my eyes
open, i
watch
those
blades
slice open
the
darkness,
and
whatever
scraps
are left,
get tossed
out by
daylight.
#dawn
#night
#sky #sun
#sky #sun
69 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 10:09am
22nd Sep 2024 10:09am
Seeking Stars Unborn
In a realm where sunlight never dies
Where golden beams stretch wide and high
I wander through the endless day
In search of night, a whispered sway
The fields are bright, the colors blaze
But in my heart, a yearning stays
For shadows long and starlit dreams
Where darkness flows in silken streams
O endless sun, your warmth is fierce
Yet in your light, my spirit’s pierced
I crave the cool, the soft embrace
Of twilight’s veil, a sacred space
I gaze upon the azure dome
And wonder where the shadows roam
Is...
Where golden beams stretch wide and high
I wander through the endless day
In search of night, a whispered sway
The fields are bright, the colors blaze
But in my heart, a yearning stays
For shadows long and starlit dreams
Where darkness flows in silken streams
O endless sun, your warmth is fierce
Yet in your light, my spirit’s pierced
I crave the cool, the soft embrace
Of twilight’s veil, a sacred space
I gaze upon the azure dome
And wonder where the shadows roam
Is...
#dawn
#night
#stars #sun
#stars #sun
78 reads
1 Comment
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 3:33am
22nd Sep 2024 3:33am
Sky In Morning Golden
on the edge of in between
precariously balanced
asleep, awake, while in a dream
what was and will be challenged
by what now manifests,
what's coming into being,
time's not moving as it rests
it seems before then fleeing
into the centre at the start
of the universe unfolding
with every beat of every heart
consciousness keeps molding
everything that we can sense
physically stimulating,
mind massaged no longer tense,
in now there is no waiting
with every beat of every heart
the universe...
precariously balanced
asleep, awake, while in a dream
what was and will be challenged
by what now manifests,
what's coming into being,
time's not moving as it rests
it seems before then fleeing
into the centre at the start
of the universe unfolding
with every beat of every heart
consciousness keeps molding
everything that we can sense
physically stimulating,
mind massaged no longer tense,
in now there is no waiting
with every beat of every heart
the universe...
#dawn
#universe
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 8:00am
17th Sep 2024 8:00am
Yield
As full and as bright as her bumper crops,
she rose, like suitors by an arbor rung,
and higher than notes by falsetto sung...
in right ascension... right past the treetops
to sail through her meridian space
over the stratojet and shooting star
or any aviation objet d'art
at a sonic or supersonic pace.
Only wind chimes and crickets orchestrate
to score her silent orbit far above
our fair medium of earshot love
where daybreak birdsong is the morning fate
of the Harvest moon and all of her beams... ...
she rose, like suitors by an arbor rung,
and higher than notes by falsetto sung...
in right ascension... right past the treetops
to sail through her meridian space
over the stratojet and shooting star
or any aviation objet d'art
at a sonic or supersonic pace.
Only wind chimes and crickets orchestrate
to score her silent orbit far above
our fair medium of earshot love
where daybreak birdsong is the morning fate
of the Harvest moon and all of her beams... ...
#dawn
#moon
#night #summer
#night #summer
85 reads
8 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
136 reads
3 Comments
konokosea
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 2:53am
29th Aug 2024 2:53am
LISTENING
Listening to you,letter
fighting against caged up skeletons of blue,
always feeling n combating
d
procrastination feeling,
against it all ,
feeling d feeling,
Listening !
when I feel d feeling
muses begging me to resume exploding,
letters out till it hits many a ceiling
via highest highs
Calling
Ears not blocking
positive inclination's
That are always Roaring,
against it all,
feeling d feeling,
Listening!
fighting against caged up skeletons of blue,
always feeling n combating
d
procrastination feeling,
against it all ,
feeling d feeling,
Listening !
when I feel d feeling
muses begging me to resume exploding,
letters out till it hits many a ceiling
via highest highs
Calling
Ears not blocking
positive inclination's
That are always Roaring,
against it all,
feeling d feeling,
Listening!
#dawn
#night
51 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
1st Aug 2024 5:53am
1st Aug 2024 5:53am
Dawn Skin
Dawn skin
Don't wake up, don't wake up but I couldn't sleep -
Instead rose early, head full of fluff,
painted as a blush of sky, pure and soft and new,
got up, stretched, scrambled,
shoes and trousers and jumper and vest,
not in that order,
apple and water and rise times and door key,
four for four, not in that order,
practically ran, as only someone who pulled their knee
and fears it but is excited could, just a skip and a hop from fields
and their plum mouth, their hazy ochre and pink,
a flash of amber and two...
Don't wake up, don't wake up but I couldn't sleep -
Instead rose early, head full of fluff,
painted as a blush of sky, pure and soft and new,
got up, stretched, scrambled,
shoes and trousers and jumper and vest,
not in that order,
apple and water and rise times and door key,
four for four, not in that order,
practically ran, as only someone who pulled their knee
and fears it but is excited could, just a skip and a hop from fields
and their plum mouth, their hazy ochre and pink,
a flash of amber and two...
#dawn
#happiness
#nature
101 reads
2 Comments
AmyMMosier
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 2:03pm
11th Jul 2024 2:03pm
A swirl of amaretto
A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.
Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.
#dawn
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AmyMMosier
Poem Published
9th Jul 2024 1:01am
9th Jul 2024 1:01am
Ample is the rising sun
Ample is the rising sun
That alights the furthest mountain –
A carmine drape upon every hill –
Exciting the birds to warble.
Ample, too, is the evening sun
That paints a nebulous curtain –
Quickly changing the palette until
Bringing the good day to shutter.
That alights the furthest mountain –
A carmine drape upon every hill –
Exciting the birds to warble.
Ample, too, is the evening sun
That paints a nebulous curtain –
Quickly changing the palette until
Bringing the good day to shutter.
#dawn
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