Poems About Dawn Seeking Honest Critique
#dawn
SUNRISE SHIMMER
be soft as mist
in this bright day,
tender soles
easy on the path
and blue eyes
full of sun and sky
and all this
mundane beauty
caressed
by light and dew
be only eye and ear,
nose and skin,
in and of these moments
when dawn's alchemy
turns the earth to silver
and leaves to
precious stone
move easy as wind
through riches
that shimmer
in every god's eye,
and in your own
in this bright day,
tender soles
easy on the path
and blue eyes
full of sun and sky
and all this
mundane beauty
caressed
by light and dew
be only eye and ear,
nose and skin,
in and of these moments
when dawn's alchemy
turns the earth to silver
and leaves to
precious stone
move easy as wind
through riches
that shimmer
in every god's eye,
and in your own
#dawn
#NaPoWriMo2023
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Dawn Awaits
while the world
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
is yet hushed away
in peaceful slumber,
Mother Earth quietly
sets up her easel;
carefully mixing pigments
on her palette,
her vision becomes manifest
in glorious hues of orange,
red, and yellow;
her brushstrokes stain
the eastern horizon
with living fire,
bold light weaving in
radiant bursts of color;
the dawn awaits,
full of promise and
new beginnings
#sky
#nature
#dawn
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The World is Different At Dawn
The world is different at dawn
Quieter, simpler
The world is calm at dawn
The birds wake at dawn and sing their warning song, of the bears that woke with the sun and trundle on
The mist rises at dawn
Dew from warming ground, from colored petals, from glowing leaves
It rises to the heavens where it waits before falling back to earth as the afternoon rain
Sunbeams are magical at dawn
They stream over the tips of the mountains, gathering the glow and grace of snowmelt waterfalls, the softness and strength of the evergreens, before streaming into the...
Quieter, simpler
The world is calm at dawn
The birds wake at dawn and sing their warning song, of the bears that woke with the sun and trundle on
The mist rises at dawn
Dew from warming ground, from colored petals, from glowing leaves
It rises to the heavens where it waits before falling back to earth as the afternoon rain
Sunbeams are magical at dawn
They stream over the tips of the mountains, gathering the glow and grace of snowmelt waterfalls, the softness and strength of the evergreens, before streaming into the...
#morning
#dawn
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Warmth
Celestial glow;
illuminating warmth.
Cover me with your light.
Bathe my skin
with your radiance
and my soul
with your fire.
Awake in me
dormant desires
and slumbering senses.
Reignite my will
and renew my strength.
Energy-giving heat,
heal my heart
and expand my mind.
As I wait,
let your honeyed beams
permeate my very being.
Soften any rough edges
and purify me.
Cover me;
bring me into you
that warmth and light
might exude from me.
illuminating warmth.
Cover me with your light.
Bathe my skin
with your radiance
and my soul
with your fire.
Awake in me
dormant desires
and slumbering senses.
Reignite my will
and renew my strength.
Energy-giving heat,
heal my heart
and expand my mind.
As I wait,
let your honeyed beams
permeate my very being.
Soften any rough edges
and purify me.
Cover me;
bring me into you
that warmth and light
might exude from me.
#sun
#healing
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2023
#dawn #NaPoWriMo2023
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Embrace the Sun
Embrace the Sun's bitter sweet morning;
soaking in at pores,
conferring upon you, in darkening shades,
its wholesale consent.
Rise to the pain in back, in legs, in thighs,
and feel them fully.
Understand the dancing dust celebrate
their bygone lives, the sweetness of forgetting
in her golden kiss.
Savor the muscles' strain,
the pangs before breakfast,
the cold of silent, storied rooms:
these are her arms outstretched,
inviting you to infinite vitality.
soaking in at pores,
conferring upon you, in darkening shades,
its wholesale consent.
Rise to the pain in back, in legs, in thighs,
and feel them fully.
Understand the dancing dust celebrate
their bygone lives, the sweetness of forgetting
in her golden kiss.
Savor the muscles' strain,
the pangs before breakfast,
the cold of silent, storied rooms:
these are her arms outstretched,
inviting you to infinite vitality.
#morning
#dawn
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Random files
Sunrise and sunset
exist
equally splendid
as your hands
on my body
(on my mind);
I understand
beauty
now.
exist
equally splendid
as your hands
on my body
(on my mind);
I understand
beauty
now.
#beauty
#lover
#minimalist #dawn
#minimalist #dawn
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sunbeams
I love the sun.
I have always felt a special connection with the sun.
I love standing under it.
I love the way it feels shining on my skin.
I love the way it warms my face on a cool spring day.
I love how it warms things up in a greedy autumn.
It burns many different shades of beautiful colors.
It makes rainbows, which make us feel somehow special and selected.
Dogs can die on sunny days and we will still feel smiled upon.
The sun of the south is a raging bull.
When things are soaked, it lightens the load by drying them out.
It dries up...
I have always felt a special connection with the sun.
I love standing under it.
I love the way it feels shining on my skin.
I love the way it warms my face on a cool spring day.
I love how it warms things up in a greedy autumn.
It burns many different shades of beautiful colors.
It makes rainbows, which make us feel somehow special and selected.
Dogs can die on sunny days and we will still feel smiled upon.
The sun of the south is a raging bull.
When things are soaked, it lightens the load by drying them out.
It dries up...
#dawn
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Earth and Brackish Water
sometimes,
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
I can still smell
the grass,
just after
the pink-tinged hue
of the Florida morning
comes to court
my grandmother’s yard
fat and waxy blades
are swollen velvet
under my bare feet,
while the cicadas
sing their melodies
with such gusto,
it’s almost a tangible thing
the air around me
breathes
heavily to their rhythm ...
#family
#sun
#memories
#nostalgia
#dawn
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Astral Shores beyond the second Sun
Moon and sun merge
To relieve the sleeping night
lean Nomads wander astral shores
Where black diamond tides
Mirror the stars lost under the second sun
Time slows the dawn
Time slows the dusk
Long enough to feel
The movement of the earth
To relieve the sleeping night
lean Nomads wander astral shores
Where black diamond tides
Mirror the stars lost under the second sun
Time slows the dawn
Time slows the dusk
Long enough to feel
The movement of the earth
#sun
#moon
#music
#meditation
#dawn
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Haiku - Dawn's Beginning
dewy grass glistens
as the morning sun rises,
bird song greets the day.
as the morning sun rises,
bird song greets the day.
#sun
#morning
#nature
#haiku
#dawn
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Fear of Loss (Funeral: The Last Rites Competition Entry)
Always the same scenario...
repeated in my head.
Long days now rarely do
stop haunting in my bed.
The wind is rather quiet;
alas, a whispered song.
I'm blind, my eyes are shut.
For I must be wrong.
No one has died yet;
but I attend a funeral;
for my love is upset
to lose, though presumable.
The weepers shriek,
but can't revive,
along the corpse still vivid.
A mourner, I'm weak,
deader inside,
than the soul forever lifted.
The dead are gone;
but I am here.
Lonely,
on...
repeated in my head.
Long days now rarely do
stop haunting in my bed.
The wind is rather quiet;
alas, a whispered song.
I'm blind, my eyes are shut.
For I must be wrong.
No one has died yet;
but I attend a funeral;
for my love is upset
to lose, though presumable.
The weepers shriek,
but can't revive,
along the corpse still vivid.
A mourner, I'm weak,
deader inside,
than the soul forever lifted.
The dead are gone;
but I am here.
Lonely,
on...
#grief
#hope
#death
#sun
#dawn
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Cold air
After a dry day,
spent with a diurnal species,
when the thymes and the rosemarys
are rested from rain,
in came a wind,
an atmospheric motion,
the magnitude of which
was neither steady
nor hazardous.
I listened to the silence of birds,
telling each other secrets
about the uprisings of worms
between eaves,
a break
from that ceaseless squabbling
seen in the earlier morning.
Smoked in the belly of a light,
waning Moon
and by morning
all was calm again,
the uncertain, weary storm...
spent with a diurnal species,
when the thymes and the rosemarys
are rested from rain,
in came a wind,
an atmospheric motion,
the magnitude of which
was neither steady
nor hazardous.
I listened to the silence of birds,
telling each other secrets
about the uprisings of worms
between eaves,
a break
from that ceaseless squabbling
seen in the earlier morning.
Smoked in the belly of a light,
waning Moon
and by morning
all was calm again,
the uncertain, weary storm...
#night
#wind
#dawn
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DU Poetry : Poems About Dawn Seeking Honest Critique