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.
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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Alviola
Poem Published
25th May 2024 4:06pm
25th May 2024 4:06pm
The Punctuality of Sparrows
The birds are patient, watching
the minute hand, that measure
of time our young no longer
understand, one tiny throat
starts at the stroke of five,
and cacophony commences,
They flit about in the leaves
of the Mango tree a foot
or so outside my window,
if I beg them to change when
they squeal and rattle about,
I can put that titter to use,
Red Maya, be my alarm clock.
the minute hand, that measure
of time our young no longer
understand, one tiny throat
starts at the stroke of five,
and cacophony commences,
They flit about in the leaves
of the Mango tree a foot
or so outside my window,
if I beg them to change when
they squeal and rattle about,
I can put that titter to use,
Red Maya, be my alarm clock.
#dawn
#hope
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cabcool
Poem Published
10th May 2024 2:26am
10th May 2024 2:26am
the thorning of the prickalala tree
They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor
safety.”―Benjamin Franklin
caress my face,
you fragrant morning wind;
let me embrace
your early peace of mind.
night sleep has flown
and left me wide awake,
new dreams to own,
old nightmares to forsake.
quicken my feet
with sparkling pearls of dew;
excite the beat,
as day comes dancing through;
for i must glean
birdsongs and serenades
that swell between
bright...
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor
safety.”―Benjamin Franklin
caress my face,
you fragrant morning wind;
let me embrace
your early peace of mind.
night sleep has flown
and left me wide awake,
new dreams to own,
old nightmares to forsake.
quicken my feet
with sparkling pearls of dew;
excite the beat,
as day comes dancing through;
for i must glean
birdsongs and serenades
that swell between
bright...
#choices
#dawn
#dreams
#freedom
#responsibility
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poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
4th May 2024 12:03pm
4th May 2024 12:03pm
Flight
**** flight *****
here comes the time again
for ethereal flowers to fly
for the poet to watch and sigh,
to only behold without asking why?
here's a dandelion about to fade away
the music dissolving into atmosphere
with the slightest touch of the breeze
and your heart takes flight overseas
carried aloft, into heaven's relief
stripped from any mundane grief
entranced the feel, a delightful sheer
and quietly the dark leaves the night
a bright tide, then illuminates the light ...
here comes the time again
for ethereal flowers to fly
for the poet to watch and sigh,
to only behold without asking why?
here's a dandelion about to fade away
the music dissolving into atmosphere
with the slightest touch of the breeze
and your heart takes flight overseas
carried aloft, into heaven's relief
stripped from any mundane grief
entranced the feel, a delightful sheer
and quietly the dark leaves the night
a bright tide, then illuminates the light ...
#dawn
#morning
#night
#spring
#summer
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4 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 11:39am
3rd May 2024 11:39am
Reborn
The womb of morning contracted,
birthing fragile but familiar light.
Fluorescent thoughts of possibility
conquer abysmal frights of night.
The birds converse
about dawn's multiple destinies.
Choices versus inevitabilities.
Behold the starlings cry,
full of harsh trills but gentle rattle.
A rapid alternation of chords
I lay down my mental swords,
as the sun is poured.
Onto another daily battle.
birthing fragile but familiar light.
Fluorescent thoughts of possibility
conquer abysmal frights of night.
The birds converse
about dawn's multiple destinies.
Choices versus inevitabilities.
Behold the starlings cry,
full of harsh trills but gentle rattle.
A rapid alternation of chords
I lay down my mental swords,
as the sun is poured.
Onto another daily battle.
#dawn
#hope
#LifeStruggles
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 10:56pm
28th Apr 2024 10:56pm
Diem - NaPoWriMo 28
When a day starts
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
it is unknown for all of us
how it may play out
For when we rouse from that slumber
whether it is in the radiant light of the Sun
or sheltered in night's embrace
What wonders will come?
Yet with an open heart
each day breaks through
as a herald of
opportunity and occasions
from within the chaos that is life.
#dawn
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2024
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deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 11:23am
28th Apr 2024 11:23am
Robin's Song
Quaint dawn robin's song.
The wrong in the heart lingers.
Tune of bliss uplifts.
The wrong in the heart lingers.
Tune of bliss uplifts.
#anxiety
#birds
#dawn
#haiku
#uplifting
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18 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 6:23am
11th Apr 2024 6:23am
that steady morning
that morning,
steady within
its own
footsteps,
clung
to the
darkness
of it,
now
thrust in
the midst
of light,
they both
stuck together,
there is
a hunger,
a courtship,
which may
continue
for hours.
steady within
its own
footsteps,
clung
to the
darkness
of it,
now
thrust in
the midst
of light,
they both
stuck together,
there is
a hunger,
a courtship,
which may
continue
for hours.
#love
#sky
#nature
#admiration
#dawn
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 00:27am
8th Apr 2024 00:27am
JUST ANOTHER FREE FLOW DAWN (7-11-2001; Galveston Island, Texas)
as i open the blinds
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us...
on my east facing windows
first light comes
rose peach dawn
silently softly spreads aloft
across high escarpments
of billowing mountainous
cumulus clouds
blue and barely moving
over this gulf s horizon
illuminating the outer edges
of this wondrous godland s
slowly ever morphing lanterned realm
vaporous filaments of pink
and blood orange red
burning skirt of sun s orb rising
up over this new day s vast sparkling gulf
gradually filling morning sky
high above us...
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#dawn
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
6th Apr 2024 9:00am
6th Apr 2024 9:00am
Before the Sigh
Before the Sigh
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
Spent the morning listening to Hurley,
reading Simons, inhaling Salt,
stretching in sheets where white light pours through.
The sky painter has returned from his sabbatical.
He says 'We are all dying," and I smile,
as the Sun tests out the idea of gloaming,
escapes through a canvas still stained upon his palm,
she is no longer grains of sand and old embers.
Clouds rush by as if one can't brush fast enough against the other,
mouths on mouths of plush, lightly crushed rain.
It's wet. Crows call out to...
#sun
#sky
#spring #dawn
#spring #dawn
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3 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:09pm
1st Apr 2024 3:09pm
Re-Entry
It was a doozy of a star
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
that shot from south to north
in flying colors most bizarre
sizzling back and forth.
But that event, so rare and quick,
in no way could compare,
to Luna's witching hour trick
for mesmerizing air!
And so I sat there in the yard
upon a cushioned chair
and gave the moon a slow regard
via hypnotic stare.
Next thing I knew the skies were bright
and stars began to fade
when cognizance returned the sight...
where once those moonbeams played.
#moon
#sky
#night #dawn
#night #dawn
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deadwolf
Poem Published
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
30th Mar 2024 10:45am
Frozen in my cocoon
Late days sky,
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
Cloudy, and peering through the leaves
Winds, strong, but welcome from the Arizona heat
Wind through the Palo Verdes makes a wall of sounds
Crickets singing,
joining in harmonic convergence in my Desert, that is silently loud
Loneliness pulled from the air, a forever sound never heard
The three snowflakes and a winter leave,
They are wonderful, forming out of nowhere
Cool night blowing,
Sounds of Tucsonan stirrings
Coyote howls, Javelina grunting, picking up olives and fruits
a bat flies low, the sound of wings...
#winter
#spring
#narrative
#nostalgia
#dawn
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