Best Daybreak Poems
Ambling in the charm of Tidal Basin
We hold hands with a lilac morning
Long before it pleads with the sunrise
To sparkle the view of a purple dawn
Saddled in the daze of hazy fog.
Strolling under gleam of a starry night
Along the trails of romantic banks
We handed the new-day to misty sight
Coating the blooms in lavender hues
Seducing the motifs love subscribes.
Dawning deterred by thick overcast
Defiantly rises on the golden skyline
Unwrapping monument's foggy attire
Shimmering beneath the lowly tides.
In awe of its luster we lose ourselves
Hanging on the vertex of rising flame
As a passionate kiss of avid romance
Attunes two hearts to infant-daybreak
And the horizon blushes end to end.
September 17, 2018
Poem of the day on September 19, 2018
Placed first in Late September Standard Contest by Brian Strand
NOTE:
Sunrise at the Tidal Basin in Washington D.C. The photo shows cherry blossoms with a purple tinge and the partially covered monument in early morning fog.
On your mulberry canvas
I inscribed my tangerine sun
Cached behind a dark rock
When violet dawn broke
Beneath orchid clouds
Your lilac brushstrokes arose
From steel-blue ocean
As gentle winds tickled
Platinum-hued ripples
I sprinkled orange glow
Where you embossed
Shades of ruby-desire
On pink-rose magenta
Floating on purple fire
In silence we held hands
Celebrating romance
Ablaze in our own aura
That you and I sparked
Holding daybreak in pause
July 25, 2018
NOTE: Sunrise in Marblehead, MA
Placed first in Standard contest #105 by Brian Strand
Dusk
turns to
dawn bringing
daylight to our
world
lush
daybreak
spreads
rhinestone
like tincture
of flame,
to
wildly
unravel
a coral-gold
horizon...
till sun
bursts
on fields
cradling morn
with rays...
warm
as peach
glow.
Brian Strand's May 2018 Premiere Contest
Fair dawn awaits
Once more fair dawn awaits the radiant sun
Clothed in her mantle daubed with streaks of light.
And faithful to the course which life must run;
Receives the baton from retreating night.
Remote yet not alone, for down below
Creation is preparing to rejoice;
Faint silhouettes of trees begin to show,
And birdsong swells to greet her in full voice.
The precious golden orb will soon arise
And dawn prepares to slowly slip away
A blush of pink expands across the skies
The sun cuts through at last: a brand new day.
This gift of new beginnings should impart
A sense of awe in every human heart.
Flashing lights and glitter
In the wee hours of the morn
Strange variety of critters
Walking about the streets
Suspicious characters
Nothing like the daytime breed
Nocturnal creepy crawlers
Lurking creatures of the dark
Till sunrise washes over
And the receding tide
Sweeps clean the streets
Under a most forgiving sun
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Dazzling dawn with the sun rising high
Shines like a vivid kaleidoscope,
Spreading iridescence in the sky,
Crimson orange golden rays sparkling,
The Master Artist's multihued dye;
Sunrise unravels new mysteries,
Myriad colours pleasing the eye,
Aurora's beauty fills us with hope,
Daybreak delights - To darkness, goodbye.
The dawn sky throws a spear of vivid red
lancing the fir treetops, but not yet me
with my bag of bread.
The wheel is still asleep, the water still,
seems today we all have time to kill.
Scan the surface with imagination's eye
waiting for Excalibur to rise,
but no- just an indifferent pair of Swans
gliding softly through the mist to Avalon.
Reverie broken,
canned laughter from the ducks
their squabbles shatter the mirror
Dragonfly tries to referee.
I look down and, for a split second,
see another me.
I wonder if he's happy
March 15th 2015
The sky shone gaunt gold
on the lip of the storm
before the anvil shaped clouds advanced
upon the burning margins of the world
Like a dream
the thunder rolled away
leaving cotton candy swirls
before a spreading dawn
Gentle white horse clouds appeared
pulling pastel chariots
bearing angels -
rainbows, tinted on their snowy wings
Down they plunged
gilt-edged, into a pit of pure white
popcorn clouds
Feeling God-like before
the breakfast service
I watched delicate washes of pale lavender
mist into daylight.
Dedicated to Connie Marcum Wong who worked as a flight attendant for many years.
LATE JULY 2018 STANDARD,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines
Contest Judged: 7/23/2018 10:59:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
First Place
The flight had been long
as the jet soared through night.
My neighbors were lifelessly still,
weary for sleep, the night would fulfill,
and morning would graciously greet.
High up in space, I silently watch
as the sky passes from the deep.
Moving at its pace, much lighter still,
the sun, birthing change at will.
I must await, new dawning is nigh.
Daybreak speaks in a soft faint glow,
appearing shyly on the far horizon.
But in a blink of the eye,
God painted the sky,
with tones found in welcomed aurora.
Sweet blush of spring, orchids in bloom,
purple mystery in dawn’s warm glow,
rainbow tints on a panoramic screen
vividly show this God-given scene,
molded in joy and heavenly peace.
I placed my hand on the window pane,
watching white billowy clouds afloat.
God gave us his all and gave us his best.
On this soft tenderness, I could rest
if my hand could but touch.
Far above where angelic clouds surround,
the plane adrift or afloat,
clinging both far beyond and below
in this ocean of fresh fallen snow,
welcoming us into the light.
Such a spectacular sight to behold!
Sun-lit clouds dressed in white,
the scene so enameled with grace,
seemed to foretell that heavenly place,
where he awaits with pallette in hand.
I stayed three weeks and traveled far,
saw beautiful views and noted places,
but none can compare to that morning’s
glory in dawning.
Thank you God for all creation!
Such tender whispers waft on salty air
On foggy mornings waves are brushed in gray
I hear you then as winds caress my hair
Your murmur’s soft, but I know what you say
The day will soon come when we live as one
You know I miss the sea scent in your clothes
Our earthly union – life had just begun
You asked for “waders;” I said, “What are those?”
On morns like this I put your waders on
Reach out and search in misty sea for you
The realms that separate us will be gone
To vows we made so long ago, I'm true
My lover, teacher, mentor and best friend
The bond between our souls will never end
*Entry for Brian's contest, December 2018
As dawn breaks
birds start singing,
I hear
their sweet chorus
and smile, knowing that
I awake
to see
the sun rise
on a
brand new day.
Life passes
by all too quickly,
so we should all cherish
each
moment we have left
Yalto poems only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
9/17/19
Checked with PS syllable counter 3 4 2 4 5 3 2 3 2 3 3 5 6 1 5
Daybreak Words Upon the Morning
David J Walker
Awaiting words
That will burst upon the day
Suffused in first light before the sun
Reveals itself
Notice the clouds clinging
To the sky
Hiding the blinding blend
Of blood red orange suffused in the
Magenta tinge
Of a distant sun
Arising
There are secrets to unravel
As the day begins
There will be sweet breads and
Ripe fruits served on
Spode Blue Italian China
There will be news to disseminate at the table
In a failed effort of Omniscience
There will be moods to moderate in mimicry
There will be appointments to remember and
Then forget in emendation
Words burst upon the morning
as if condemned and then
pardoned
again and again
overnight
an eager morning sun is rising
though the moon still hangs pale over the water
and all things trivial cease to matter
when earth and sky are compromising
I'll find dawn's beauty by design
and find, as well, joy overcome
my heart, my soul, while watching from
the window of day-night, entwined
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The crescent moon lies upon his back
At the fiery break of day
While Jiminy Cricket sings his favorite tune
As the awesome Morning Star sends forth its full light
Morning Star keeps shining as doves begin to coo
Singing about his beauty
Celebrating with songs of praise
How they enjoy the cool morning and their appreciation rules
Oh!! Soak in the presence of all the wonder
Feel the delight of the new morn
Just the touch of slightly moist air
As it enters the lungs with each breath
Gradually, slowly Mr. Sun shows
A little more colorful light
I can't imagine how the swallows can swoop
When still surrounded with mostly night
Pines' shadowy figures
Stand like sentinels
Still, quiet in the breezeless dawn
Soak in this moment given~ because tomorrow it will be gone