Poems About Dawn Published by Members Recently Online
#dawn
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 6:04am
30th Apr 2022 6:04am
Awakening Images
SHOOT!
didn’t hear
my alarm go off
It’s sound is hard to miss
like a Vespa commercial
from the nineteen fifties
drop-dead gorgeous,
ruby-lips topped
by black, cateye
Ray-Bans
accentuate porcelain skin
mediterranean goddess
raven hair poney-tail
floats on a breeze
peeking out
from polka-dotted scarf
a fashionista
helmet replacement
red, white striped,
form-fitting v-neck
paired with jet black capris
bent at the knees
astride a baby blue
brand new
motor scooter ...
didn’t hear
my alarm go off
It’s sound is hard to miss
like a Vespa commercial
from the nineteen fifties
drop-dead gorgeous,
ruby-lips topped
by black, cateye
Ray-Bans
accentuate porcelain skin
mediterranean goddess
raven hair poney-tail
floats on a breeze
peeking out
from polka-dotted scarf
a fashionista
helmet replacement
red, white striped,
form-fitting v-neck
paired with jet black capris
bent at the knees
astride a baby blue
brand new
motor scooter ...
#happiness
#romantic
#beauty
#funny
#dawn
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
30th Apr 2022 6:04am
30th Apr 2022 6:04am
Awakening Images
SHOOT!
didn’t hear
my alarm go off
It’s sound is hard to miss
like a Vespa commercial
from the nineteen fifties
drop-dead gorgeous,
ruby-lips topped
by black, cateye
Ray-Bans
accentuate porcelain skin
mediterranean goddess
raven hair poney-tail
floats on a breeze
peeking out
from polka-dotted scarf
a fashionista
helmet replacement
red, white striped,
form-fitting v-neck
paired with jet black capris
bent at the knees
astride a baby blue
brand new
motor scooter ...
didn’t hear
my alarm go off
It’s sound is hard to miss
like a Vespa commercial
from the nineteen fifties
drop-dead gorgeous,
ruby-lips topped
by black, cateye
Ray-Bans
accentuate porcelain skin
mediterranean goddess
raven hair poney-tail
floats on a breeze
peeking out
from polka-dotted scarf
a fashionista
helmet replacement
red, white striped,
form-fitting v-neck
paired with jet black capris
bent at the knees
astride a baby blue
brand new
motor scooter ...
#happiness
#romantic
#beauty
#funny
#dawn
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cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
70 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
70 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
70 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
70 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
2nd Jul 2024 11:36pm
final consequence
For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able
to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”—Romans 8:38, 39
i won the jostle over
sleep this morning,
a night-long fight that ended
with the dawning.
discordant dreams ripped through my
equilibrium,
ere buoyant hopes bequeathed me
true asylum.
...
#dawn
#hope
#nightmares
#sleep
#success
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
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
224 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
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
224 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
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
224 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
15th Nov 2022 6:16pm
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
224 reads
3 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2024 3:33am
22nd Sep 2024 3:33am
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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