Best Daytime Poems

I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue
and held it there a prisoner captive to my view.

I have always heard the...

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Come, watch with me my darling child, before you go to bed
Here, hold my hand, while evening comes and takes the day away
Evening shadows tiptoe...

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Summer Nights

Setting sun, the light is fleeting 
as this day in June’s retreating;
twinkling stars, the darkness greeting,
welcoming this summer night.

Sparrows in the treetops nesting;
daytime bustles...

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I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.

And every day held...

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As afternoon fades
and the shadows grow longer
daylight turns to dusk

As daytime slowly comes to end, 
and twilight spreads across the sky; 
the stars in heavens...

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Wake me, the owl, when the moon does rise
and his golden beams illuminate the skies,
when the darkness flees and the time just flies
and the cold,...

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One half is submerged in light,
the other in darkness.
Half says goodnight and the other
tugs the harness.

Kids climb backyard trees tinged
with school bus yellow.
As lovers play...

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oh come, my dear little wee one
      what a long, full day you've had
      ...

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one fine day they changed places
fireflies lit daytime shadows
while butterflies splashed the night
a shrewd color scheme

bright hues and exotic moon
flittering and fluttering
pure rapture under the...

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She spoke about Love as though it were a ghost
that haunted Her heart, a gobblin of garrulous grind & grime,
a spector of weakness that if...

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the...

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High above the quiet, darkened streets of January, the night wind begins to whisper secrets through my apartment window casements. Far below me lie four...

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     Our mind sees sky as golden glow

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I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows...

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