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.
Whispers On The Twilight Air
Soft whispers rise upon the twilight air
As day doth wane and shadows gather near
The sun’s last breath, so golden and so fair
Doth cast its glow upon the spire clear
Towering stones, in solemn grandeur crowned
Embrace the hues of dusk’s celestial fire
While distant choirs in holy strains resound
And fill the night with echoes that inspire
The fading light doth gently play and dance
Upon the ancient stones, both firm and cold
And in this hour, the soul feels sweet romance
A fleeting warmth in evening’s tender hold
...
As day doth wane and shadows gather near
The sun’s last breath, so golden and so fair
Doth cast its glow upon the spire clear
Towering stones, in solemn grandeur crowned
Embrace the hues of dusk’s celestial fire
While distant choirs in holy strains resound
And fill the night with echoes that inspire
The fading light doth gently play and dance
Upon the ancient stones, both firm and cold
And in this hour, the soul feels sweet romance
A fleeting warmth in evening’s tender hold
...
#dawn
#meditation
#narrative
#night
#rhyming
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Wisp of Coffee
Wisp of coffee curling in the air
from the porcelain demitasse.
Getting high on the earthy aroma
permeating the zephyr
under the serene aurora,
where I hummed with whispers of dawn,
swam through the bittersweet flow
warming the gelid within.
Caffeine pervading my veins,
I’m in a daze.
from the porcelain demitasse.
Getting high on the earthy aroma
permeating the zephyr
under the serene aurora,
where I hummed with whispers of dawn,
swam through the bittersweet flow
warming the gelid within.
Caffeine pervading my veins,
I’m in a daze.
#coffee
#dawn
#bittersweet
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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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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
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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
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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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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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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
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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
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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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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
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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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