Best Aborning Poems

In the chill of the morning
As a new day is dawning,
Rabbits emerge from burrows yawning
Fish in limpid pools spawning
Busy bumblebees from hives start swarming
Pretty flowers...

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Great Spirit whispers on breathing breeze; 'It is time',
puce plume in saffron noon signals hunt's aborning,
ThunderBeasts' harrowing hooves erupt Great Plains grime,
soon will ail, widow's...

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Waking on this grey fall morning;
in the air there lies a warning;
rising angst as fears aborning; 
feeling late November’s chill.
Darkened clouds obscure the daybreak, 
as...

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From the painted skies of morning
To the starlight of the night,
Whether day is just aborning
Or in fading of the light,
In the summer days of sunshine
Or...

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There was a yesterday,  pulling at my mind,
disclosing the expected mundane self
reacting,  not inclined to throw the clay
upon the wheel, to love without...

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Seething skies like bloodshot eyes,
wailing gales assailing through canyon ~ 
weeping fits, ember storm cries
bristling tears with random abandon.

East to west, unwanted guests,
downsloping dire breeds...

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The snow started early in the morning.
Last night's darkness guaranteed a miserable day.
By night the land was covered with winter's décor adorning.

Huddled we by the...

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I could sit around and bemoan our country’s woes
Pessimistically wrestle with the problems we face,
Convince myself that all is lost, in our death throes
See only...

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Early morning,
the birdsong urging me to come.
Sun aborning,
out of cocoon and slumber I,
till day is done.
Late evening,
wooing me to go on silent wings.
Moon adorning,
weaving dreams...

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DOOMSDAY
By: rontwigger
The dark evening sky rages with you, black riddles,
Crafted in the villain name of so much politics.
And all of a sudden all the senses...

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Thunder greets me this Monday morning
 As a storm was aborning
 From this gloom I take my cues
 Leaving me with rainy day blues

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From the painted skies of morning
To the starlight of the night,
Whether day is just aborning
Or in fading of the light,
In the summer days of sunshine
To...

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I think I won’t write any poems today
Let some ideas fester and come to term
It’s not that I don’t have anything to say.

Many of my...

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Colorful are the skies

 lost in their dyes,

Cold are the stones 

displaying their tones…

Captive their surrender 

of hearts in their tender,

Aromas in distribution 

solitudes of...

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Amidst the cool breeze of the dawn, the hope is on aborning.
For every tear down the face of the sky,
There is a rainbow smiling.
For every...

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