Poems About Dawn Seeking Honest Critique
#dawn
Lullaby
I’m not your Sun
But I am my own
And I won’t waste another rise
You’ve been taking what’s mine
And now that I’m untied
You’re running towards the night
I can replace the jewels I fed you
But not my light
So decide
Or sleep tight.
But I am my own
And I won’t waste another rise
You’ve been taking what’s mine
And now that I’m untied
You’re running towards the night
I can replace the jewels I fed you
But not my light
So decide
Or sleep tight.
#night
#dawn
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Far away
far away from the closed ones.
distance always makes difficult way.
far away from the fauna and flora.
cement structures always makes alienation.
far away from the rivers and shores.
gated societies makes living more limited.
far away from the sight of sunset and sunrise.
high structures have always disturbed the mornings and evenings.
- mushtaq
distance always makes difficult way.
far away from the fauna and flora.
cement structures always makes alienation.
far away from the rivers and shores.
gated societies makes living more limited.
far away from the sight of sunset and sunrise.
high structures have always disturbed the mornings and evenings.
- mushtaq
#flowers
#nature
#dawn
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Grasping Spring
Porotic bones of fallen seasons
pierce winter's ash,
welcoming Aurora's spreading warmth.
Her marmalades mixing marigold
as reflections dance
upon rivers of fractured glass,
their toes enflaming indigos
where brackish blackness
once consumed the purest blues.
Algid hands reach forth,
skeletal,
feeding the emerald skin
of another verdant spring
still slightly out of reach
and yet, they know
better days
are just around the bend.....
pierce winter's ash,
welcoming Aurora's spreading warmth.
Her marmalades mixing marigold
as reflections dance
upon rivers of fractured glass,
their toes enflaming indigos
where brackish blackness
once consumed the purest blues.
Algid hands reach forth,
skeletal,
feeding the emerald skin
of another verdant spring
still slightly out of reach
and yet, they know
better days
are just around the bend.....
#river
#spring
#nature #dawn
#nature #dawn
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Mixed Emotions
Rough audio cut in "Author's Note," should anyone care to listen 🙈 *
Dreams of things that split the night
All your worries, all your... trite expressions
But, you are something more, in spite
Of petty ways... mindless obsessions
I see you
Do you see you, too?
When you look into the sky
I see you
Do you see me, too?
When you close your eyes?
Dreams of things that lit the night
Endless hope and mis... direction
They fly around you like a kite
All tangled up... in...
Dreams of things that split the night
All your worries, all your... trite expressions
But, you are something more, in spite
Of petty ways... mindless obsessions
I see you
Do you see you, too?
When you look into the sky
I see you
Do you see me, too?
When you close your eyes?
Dreams of things that lit the night
Endless hope and mis... direction
They fly around you like a kite
All tangled up... in...
#sun
#moon
#night
#shadows
#dawn
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The Forms of Flux
Im not who I was
2 years ago
2 months ago
2 days ago
2 minutes ago
2 seconds ago
This moment is like a closing portal -
bequeathing a sight of the self
that must be seized in the moment
as the moment transforms
and the self transforms
and everything transforms
Into the forms
of
flux.
2 years ago
2 months ago
2 days ago
2 minutes ago
2 seconds ago
This moment is like a closing portal -
bequeathing a sight of the self
that must be seized in the moment
as the moment transforms
and the self transforms
and everything transforms
Into the forms
of
flux.
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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Morning Peace
There's peace in the early morning
When the lighting turns from dark to grey to light
The warmth of sunlight in the morning
Is comparative to no other light form
The way your breath increases from light to awake
Morning can bring peace especially
When you have nothing planned for the day
When the lighting turns from dark to grey to light
The warmth of sunlight in the morning
Is comparative to no other light form
The way your breath increases from light to awake
Morning can bring peace especially
When you have nothing planned for the day
#sun
#morning
#dawn
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bird music
a rhymed, mirrored octet
bird
music
to my ear
paints the morning
with orchestral b l i s s.
clarinet a n d f l u t e songs
fill m y s o l i t u d e with glee;
robin, blue jay, mockingbird, thrush
blend new arias with the windrush
for m y d e e p e s t r e v e r i e,
mirth for which my heart longs.
what c o u l d go amiss?
ne'er such thrilling
sweet and clear
r u b r i c
heard.
© Copyright 2021 June 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
bird
music
to my ear
paints the morning
with orchestral b l i s s.
clarinet a n d f l u t e songs
fill m y s o l i t u d e with glee;
robin, blue jay, mockingbird, thrush
blend new arias with the windrush
for m y d e e p e s t r e v e r i e,
mirth for which my heart longs.
what c o u l d go amiss?
ne'er such thrilling
sweet and clear
r u b r i c
heard.
© Copyright 2021 June 04
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#birds
#morning
#music #dawn
#music #dawn
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new day dawning
octoroon night,
astonished skies
buried in deep-
veiled assonance:
what now thy plight,
as shadows rise
above thy steep-
inked arrogance!
shimmering light
to ostracise
the ills that sleep
in dissonance,
launch now thy flight,
...
astonished skies
buried in deep-
veiled assonance:
what now thy plight,
as shadows rise
above thy steep-
inked arrogance!
shimmering light
to ostracise
the ills that sleep
in dissonance,
launch now thy flight,
...
#dark
#morning
#redemption
#fear
#dawn
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sunrise
morning of my life
ere
bright
hope
crosses
the
line
of horizoned skies
© Copyright 2021 May 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
ere
bright
hope
crosses
the
line
of horizoned skies
© Copyright 2021 May 10
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#nature
#haiku
#dawn
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The Majesty of Perception
A lone melody escapes from the depths of darkness,
The earth lies slain, the wind’s pulse heartless.
Grand regiments of light march on unceasingly,
But bow to the Majesty of Perception increasingly.
A chorus builds hurriedly in harmonic dissonance,
Green trembles shyly to pale blue's impudence.
Now all wait on edge for a glimpse of his highness,
And when his red guards rush forth, finally he rises.
~Poet of Ephraim
The earth lies slain, the wind’s pulse heartless.
Grand regiments of light march on unceasingly,
But bow to the Majesty of Perception increasingly.
A chorus builds hurriedly in harmonic dissonance,
Green trembles shyly to pale blue's impudence.
Now all wait on edge for a glimpse of his highness,
And when his red guards rush forth, finally he rises.
~Poet of Ephraim
#dawn
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~Our 'Tea'ing Spirituality
viz :: our 'tea'ing spirituality
#spiritual
#evolution
#sensual
#tea
#dawn
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walking with ghosts (in broad day light)
gave me her dead father's walking stick with it she said, you'll be alright
#dawn
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DU Poetry : Poems About Dawn Seeking Honest Critique