Poems About Dawn Seeking Honest Critique
#dawn
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
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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
72 reads
6 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
107 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
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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
93 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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1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2024 00:59am
22nd Jun 2024 00:59am
the robin
we had beer for breakfast
since the electric was off and we couldn’t boil the kettle
and there
was a robin in the garden
we sat drinking,
and dear, she says, take it slowly
let it settle
since the electric was off and we couldn’t boil the kettle
and there
was a robin in the garden
we sat drinking,
and dear, she says, take it slowly
let it settle
#dawn
84 reads
1 Comment
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 12:51pm
19th Jun 2024 12:51pm
The Sun
No question, the Sun is my best friend.
Nourishing my hungry essence.
In my dreams, full of ghoulish dead ends,
I always reach out to your fluorescence.
You witness my entire sinful shame.
You burn all the dirt that's within me;
Your sphere's observed all human games;
your ages of wisdom; please, forgive me.
Vedic hymns containing the Word
glorify Surya's golden spinning flame.
Angelic wings are framing him; guards;
My medulla conducts its starry fame.
selfless, humble and masculine,
Our Sun is meditating for...
Nourishing my hungry essence.
In my dreams, full of ghoulish dead ends,
I always reach out to your fluorescence.
You witness my entire sinful shame.
You burn all the dirt that's within me;
Your sphere's observed all human games;
your ages of wisdom; please, forgive me.
Vedic hymns containing the Word
glorify Surya's golden spinning flame.
Angelic wings are framing him; guards;
My medulla conducts its starry fame.
selfless, humble and masculine,
Our Sun is meditating for...
#dawn
#dreams
#God
#Hindu
#sun
90 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 3:12am
16th Jun 2024 3:12am
in the morning
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not. They are new every
morning: great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token― ...
because his compassions fail not. They are new every
morning: great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token― ...
#dawn
#hope
#morning
#SelfDiscovery
#uplifting
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Jun 2024 1:56am
11th Jun 2024 1:56am
day in the park
sitting on a park bench reading
a book eating a sandwich watching people walk by the edge
of the pond there were ducks
a book eating a sandwich watching people walk by the edge
of the pond there were ducks
#dawn
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