Poems About Dawn Published by Members Recently Online
#dawn
The art of the craft
In the quest to unraveling, an revealing the understanding of the unknown, venturing into the realms of the forgotten knowledge and ancient wisdom of old, heading down paths so cold in different directions, with no warmth or any heat to help comfort the soul, yet we persevere forward in pursuit of power and control, some sort of reassurance or even a strong hold, over the art of the craft, performances, pictures, artwork, books, films, even stories have been told, yet even within science and math all done seeking to acquire to master the art of the craft.
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#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
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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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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
285 reads
16 Comments
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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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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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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16 Comments
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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Poster in a Seaside Bank
Happy to serve you
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
#winter
#fall
#morning #dawn
#morning #dawn
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Poster in a Seaside Bank
Happy to serve you
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
#winter
#fall
#morning #dawn
#morning #dawn
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Poster in a Seaside Bank
Happy to serve you
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
#winter
#fall
#morning #dawn
#morning #dawn
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Poster in a Seaside Bank
Happy to serve you
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
in Clacton-on-Sea, it said.
Or something like it, I suppose,
the tawdry market-speak
of councils that convene
to seem spontaneous,
to carry on the half-hearted facade
that anyone would tarry here.
The poster faced the glassed-in booths
in which the bank clerks passed their days
assisting pensioners, addicts,
and silly sods like me
who must be forced
to love technology.
Perhaps the poster forced my hand
towards the apps, ISAs, and other means
of pushing on. ...
#winter
#fall
#morning #dawn
#morning #dawn
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Dawn
Love,
The midnight hour
Has not yet gone
Though my kisses
Have barely begun
And may well yet
Linger till dawn
To see you beam
As the sun
The midnight hour
Has not yet gone
Though my kisses
Have barely begun
And may well yet
Linger till dawn
To see you beam
As the sun
#love
#lover
#sensual #dawn
#sensual #dawn
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DU Poetry : Poems About Dawn Published by Members Recently Online