Poems About Dawn by Top Critiquers
#dawn
bloom
the day cry for unintended villianry
she was contempt in her stead
intent on bringing revenge
insulted silence couldn't be calmed
resist the dawn and all will be well
nay remarked the day
she was bent on vengeance
blood will be spilt before midnight
a young bride was in her sights
contemptable reckoning the fairest in the kingdom
the day marked her well
conjuring a storm to chase her from the garden
into the hedge maze wrought with thorns
soon she was lost
the brambles warn, fair maiden your...
she was contempt in her stead
intent on bringing revenge
insulted silence couldn't be calmed
resist the dawn and all will be well
nay remarked the day
she was bent on vengeance
blood will be spilt before midnight
a young bride was in her sights
contemptable reckoning the fairest in the kingdom
the day marked her well
conjuring a storm to chase her from the garden
into the hedge maze wrought with thorns
soon she was lost
the brambles warn, fair maiden your...
#dawn
#love
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THROW THOSE CURTAINS WIDE
Throw those curtains wide,
let daylight inside,
lighten all the room,
chase away night gloom.
Let it shine on you,
be night-clothed or nue,
in its warmth bathe in
as it touches skin.
Feel the face of God
look upon your bod,
your soul deep into;
He created you.
Said, "Let there be light!":
then world came in sight.
On its face sprung life,
good without sin's strife.
Let that light of day
inspire you on way
lighting up your path
post-breakfast and...
let daylight inside,
lighten all the room,
chase away night gloom.
Let it shine on you,
be night-clothed or nue,
in its warmth bathe in
as it touches skin.
Feel the face of God
look upon your bod,
your soul deep into;
He created you.
Said, "Let there be light!":
then world came in sight.
On its face sprung life,
good without sin's strife.
Let that light of day
inspire you on way
lighting up your path
post-breakfast and...
#sun
#spiritual
#dawn
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~Our 'Tea'ing Spirituality
viz :: our 'tea'ing spirituality
#spiritual
#evolution
#sensual
#tea
#dawn
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Antemeridian
She was a wee slip of a thing
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
#dawn
#moon
#morning #sun
#morning #sun
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Boreal Flower
the flower screaming
in the creases of the night
the afternoon screaming
your sunsets
its dawns and the
long night
leans out the window
and watch the procession pass
the night is still in the churchyard
loaded with wounds
the night falls from the eyes
of insomniacs and falls asleep
in the bed of all rivers
the night peers
the unfathomability.
in the creases of the night
the afternoon screaming
your sunsets
its dawns and the
long night
leans out the window
and watch the procession pass
the night is still in the churchyard
loaded with wounds
the night falls from the eyes
of insomniacs and falls asleep
in the bed of all rivers
the night peers
the unfathomability.
#grief
#sun
#despair
#emotions
#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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I'm Civilized Now
Its hard to scrabble together words
Its like trying to capture feelings
When dry fitting stones
I remember cold mornings
Long draws on cigarettes
Last nights beer still clouding my mind
Ain't much different now
Just a helluva lot hotter
And I don't smoke
Don't drink boilermakers either
Let alone straight whiskey or beer
But I'm still pissed
And its still cloudy
I shoulda bought a Harley and rode west years ago
Been years since I rode ...
Its like trying to capture feelings
When dry fitting stones
I remember cold mornings
Long draws on cigarettes
Last nights beer still clouding my mind
Ain't much different now
Just a helluva lot hotter
And I don't smoke
Don't drink boilermakers either
Let alone straight whiskey or beer
But I'm still pissed
And its still cloudy
I shoulda bought a Harley and rode west years ago
Been years since I rode ...
#identity
#myself
#dawn
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all of the signals
i watch
all of
the signals
the hours
give, no
sadness,
no tangled
strange
ideas,
how subtle
when each
new day
arrives.
all of
the signals
the hours
give, no
sadness,
no tangled
strange
ideas,
how subtle
when each
new day
arrives.
#dawn
#evolution
#nature
#night
#sky
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the robin
we had beer for breakfast
since the electric was off and we couldn’t boil the kettle
and there
was a robin in the garden
we sat drinking,
and dear, she says, take it slowly
let it settle
since the electric was off and we couldn’t boil the kettle
and there
was a robin in the garden
we sat drinking,
and dear, she says, take it slowly
let it settle
#dawn
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Astral Shores beyond the second Sun
Moon and sun merge
To relieve the sleeping night
lean Nomads wander astral shores
Where black diamond tides
Mirror the stars lost under the second sun
Time slows the dawn
Time slows the dusk
Long enough to feel
The movement of the earth
To relieve the sleeping night
lean Nomads wander astral shores
Where black diamond tides
Mirror the stars lost under the second sun
Time slows the dawn
Time slows the dusk
Long enough to feel
The movement of the earth
#sun
#moon
#music
#meditation
#dawn
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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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The Days of the Week
The Days of the Week
Each
Calendar
Starts
On its very
Own day.
Mine
Just
Begins
In its very
Own way.
Two
Taco
Tuesdays
For chicken
Take outs,
Two to
Eat there
And one
That just
Shouts.
Wednesdays
It's clear
That it's
All
My fault,
All my fault
Wednesdays
Is when
All wounds
Get salt.
Thursdays
It's back up
And all
Is
Reverse,
And then...
Each
Calendar
Starts
On its very
Own day.
Mine
Just
Begins
In its very
Own way.
Two
Taco
Tuesdays
For chicken
Take outs,
Two to
Eat there
And one
That just
Shouts.
Wednesdays
It's clear
That it's
All
My fault,
All my fault
Wednesdays
Is when
All wounds
Get salt.
Thursdays
It's back up
And all
Is
Reverse,
And then...
#morning
#night
#dawn
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DU Poetry : Poems About Dawn by Top Critiquers