Best Break Of Day Poems
daybreak grounds me
the horizon blushes
an end to night's passion
as the dawn unfolds my dreams
it seems
you own my mind
all my thoughts tumble
like autumn leaves
in winded breaths
whispered through darkness
i dance gracefully
in memories of you
blushed with a desire
i cannot explain
and linger
in the afterthoughts
as day breaks
we wake up at the crack of dawn
to view the gold sun rise
it’s a glorious sunny morn
let’s wander over verdant hills
crossing the patchwork fields
of vibrant xanthic daffodils
and watch them dance on zephyr breeze
their golden trumpets sound
as blackbirds chirrup in the trees
after a hike we’ll stop and rest
and gaze at the blue sea
our nature rambles are the best!
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10/16/20
Sun rises in all its glory
breaking through my window
announcing with great fanfare
the start of a new day
A fresh new start
full of potential
choices to make
and paths to take
A day unlike all others
we mustn't take for granted
for days are numbered days are finite
~ let's make this one unforgettable
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Walking down the dark hallway
Wishing for the break of day
For light to penetrate
All the places that I hate
Filling them with bright white light
Driving out all fear or fright
Keeping beasts at bay
Letting me frolic and play
Going into vast black spaces
Making them well lit places
All is cheerful and bright
Filling my heart with delight
Kicking out my inner demons
Who torment my without rhyme nor reason
I see the sun peak over the sky
All terrible feelings are let go to fly
No more burdens no more pain
All possessing spirits have been slain
It is always darkest before the light, they say
And for some of us that is most assuredly true
I almost never see the dawn at the break of day.
I am among those who sleep the dawn through
I sleep away the morning hours 'til nearly noon
And for some of us that is most assuredly true.
Some friends tell me seeing the sunrise is a boon
I treasure my deepest sleep during mid-morning
I sleep away the morning hours 'til nearly noon.
Please do not visit me before noon, I’m warning
For I will be half-asleep and scarcely conversant
I treasure my deepest sleep during mid-morning.
A lifelong practice, I would say it is permanent
Seeing that I am essentially brain dead so early
For I will be half-asleep and scarcely conversant.
Frankly, if awakened before noon, I can be surly
It is always darkest before the light, they say
Seeing that I am essentially brain dead so early
I almost never see the dawn at the break of day.
Written April 22, 2022
Amber spears of light
Surge triumphantly through the window,
Veils of curtains blow,
Pastel clouds pause, and soar to flight.
January 15, 2017
The blush of the early morning sun
Brings out the toilers to their toes.
Like myriad ants they crawl about,
Each one at his morning chores.
The open space, the parking lot
Or the narrow footpath tracks
Find these sub-human men
Squatting on their backs.
Each one calls to his own God,
Picks himself somehow clean,
Puts to shame the haughty priests;
Piety more is rarely seen.
The morning ablutions all then done,
Each one girds up to face the day.
Hustling, touting, scheming, shouting-
Before sundown to make their hay,
M-orning has broken,
A-s the dusky twilight turns
I-nto warm new dawn.
Topic: Birthday of Mai Domingo (March 30)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
The last trailing tendril filaments
of moon beams nocturnally trace
fashion an illusory gilded chariot Ark,
whence upon celestial runners,
the approach of dawn's early light
illuminated terrestrial space
which nebulous solar city flanges
revisited since time millennial
hubbub of human race
nsync with Zodiacal constellations,
which appear to shift
as planet Earth axis place
alternated in accordance with
inexplicable universal teenage
mutant Ninja turtles joint pact
with power rangers assumption
sans quotidian playstation remotely
controlled by aliens upon
oblate spheroid figurative stage
set whence commencement nudged
village people foment quiet riot rage
and rant against
uncontrollable catastrophic frenzy,
when cosmic creator
rehearses another page
from playbook, which
color coded cobbled Bible
emanates with radiant hues
of yellow and osage
nonetheless, no mortal adept to predict
(only within plus and/or minus
some marginal variance of error).
oft times punishing atmospheric phenomena
incarcerated, pistol whipped
(if anther incorrect),
whiplash unleashed, oppressed, imposed
challenging condition testing ground
flora and fauna could thrive,
whereat most hardy
plants and animals didst abound
linkedin upon terra firmae
murmur of orchestrated
organisms devising fitting
evolutionary survival traits
plentiful glory vis a vis L'Chaim;
gnome hatter outlook required
sprinting thru uber vanguard,
where zero sum game pitted
disadvantaged Feng shui
living things poorly sparred mismatched
against itching attired egghead,
kickstarting netzero beastie boys
indeed emulating hotmail prodigies
holding greensward ground.
scrimmage fostered, elicited,
dictated, commandeered nature
going full throttle with pings
across biological labyrinth
positioning glommed, peeved,
mis tweeted seeds of life, and white lily,
within soil lent green grubby business
whereby herb and woody stemmed
recalcitrant proto flings
wrote toe rooter bakers
gave Gaia a run for her money
to buy Buffalo wings
chasing miscreants nimbly
outwitting, out-rigging
outsmarting nettlesome stings,
and sage protuberant fungi,
released messengers where rise home
spore ports left nada mushroom,
though symbiosis wood
bark a roll a cord.
At the break of day
As the sun's rosy glow
Has begun to show
Where sky meets land in wake.
Birds begin their greeting
The deer wakes her fawn
With a kiss upon its nose
And immediately begins feeding.
The lily so white and pure
Opens up her petals
To the climbing astral
That lights up skies in blue azure.
Cannot help but smile
For the night has gone away
The clouds of yesterday
Have disappeared and I rise.
With the bird, I sing to Him
For the glory of the new day
That is waiting for me to shape
A future that will honor Him.
To walk the way by the side
Of the one who has appeared
To take my hand and walk with me
And I am complete at last.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © March 8, 2011.
God arrives at break of day in form of a heavenly spaceship
His light rays splaying across the horizon in a gentle way
I watch from my jungle tree house, marveling at His reach
knowing He is simultaneously on the other side of the world
my children are going to sleep in the north as I am awaking.
I know He is with them as much or maybe more than with me
I marvel at His all-encompassing Godliness, feeling beloved.
hear myself sigh with gratitude as I watch him show His hand.
My eyes sometimes see things new,
Yet most images fly same as yesterday.
Even birds, though their tunes do change;
At least I'd like to believe they do.
Still I wonder as my feet touch floor,
This is a miracle once again realized.
What right does one have to mortal privileges?,
When angels such as Rebecca have already flown.
Then I think of hatred, cruelty and war.
So happy in knowing she has escaped their presence;
This soldier has taken his last breath without dying,
Would not turn clock back if it meant not to have met her.
For I've been blessed with the honor of meeting true love.
Awoke to it every morning graced gently upon her face;
No one should pity this knight who has ridden straight into hell,
Because peace has embraced me more times than I deserve.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
at horizons edge
crimson sky
touches the ocean
June 22,2018
A-wait the break of day,
L-ong night shall pass by;
L-et the beacon rise early
I-n the blue eastern sky.
A-wait the break of day, cold chill shall disappear;
H-azy evening will vanish, yielding to the crimson cheer.
G-o to sleep not too late,
E-arly wake from slumber;
M-orning sun's glorious shine smiles to the good weather.
O-ctober twenty-sixth morn,
G-reet the day with a kiss;
A-llow your eyes to see
D-elightful glorious bliss.
L-et's await the daybreak,
A-llowing it to shine;
M-aking you feel so glad
B-etween your heart and mind.
I-t's time to await the dawn,
N-ew ray of hope will come;
I-nclement clime turns fine,
C-ruel season will calm.
I-t's time not to be hopeless, forgetting the dark and gray;
O-pen your life to light, await the break of day.
C-omforting break of day
H-as made you rise from bed;
E-arly light has brought
R-apture to your head.
R-efreshing break of morn makes heart gladly glow;
Y-our mind denies the pain, your life has left the sorrow.
A-nother delightful dawn
B-reaks and shines so bright;
D-ay twenty-fifth October
O-bliterates the chill of
N-ight.
G-leaming break of day
A-llows your soul to greet;
R-ise of the sun begins,
C-reating rays you meet.
I-t's nice to wake up early, opening a prayer to say;
A-llow your spirit to taste comforting break of day.