Best Daytime Poems

Fat midnight bats feast, gnawing gnats, and flit away serene
      while on the trails in distant dales the lonesome wolverine
            sate appetites as dawn alights and daytime's crystalline.

A migrant...

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Sunrise is coming.
Rested up for what's in store;
Moon has gone to bed....

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Daytime Somnambulism

How haunting the loss
When one squanders consciousness
Soul to surface
Dreams of dances unrealized

Oh how tempting
This somnambulistic space we possess
Where unlived experience resides
Intimidated by actuality
Hidden in shackled prisons of vagary
Fearful of breath-held reality

Sadly

Too many walk this realm of un-being
Where shadowed innocence lingers
But to offer ever so...

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As the full moon asserts herself in the translucent skies
I find myself reaching for her,
As if she were you
I find my mind, wrapped in her craters 
As if, they were…your arms
Stroking her as if she had your skin,
Your soft, angelic skin
I find myself, longing for...

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What time of day it is I do not know
Except that like some fish doped out of the deep water
I've bobbed up bolly wise from stream of sleep
It is drumming hard here and I suppose everyhere
Dropping with insistent ardour upon our roof thatch and shed
And...

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Before presidents and attorneys got hold of it,
and back before theologians were even a glint in the Golden GodHead's eye,

Prayer, silent or verbose,
was filled with reminders and gratitude to ourselves
and for and from others,
with pleas for urgent help
from all souls past
and still longed for,
especially those...

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I never ever see them move
Except a lone bicycler cruise
Window shut shutters glued
I swear upon a heart so true
 Someone's Peeking out the window

People moving to and fro
To the market and back they go
From school with kids in tow
Mechanical garages mysteriously close
Someone's Peaking out the...

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I never ever see them move
Except a lone bicycler cruise
Window shut shutters glued
I swear upon a heart so true
 Someone's Peeking out the window

People moving to and fro
To the market and back they go
From school with kids in tow
Mechanical garages mysteriously close
Someone's Peaking out the...

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A distance memory
but yet a close dream,
he's sweet sincere
but yet he's not with me.
Nothing I could do
or pretty much say
I guess this is just the world I live in
and I can't always have it my way.
As time fades and emotion flare
I look through the corner...

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Dewdrops on ivory rose, and fresh milk splashing,
And mulberry evenings, when jewelry is flashing,
A chocolate covered candy, sweet coconut delight,
Savored in pale moonbeams and glittery starlight.

My mind's full of pearls, precious and everywhere,
Like sunbeams on snowflakes, or butterflies in air!
Like melting ice cream, in lemony...

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Juicy, ripe cherries, still on the jade green trees,
In vibrant, orange sunshine, glinting at summer.
Blackberries winking, saffron noon hour of ease,
When rose strewn seconds, seem lost in slumber.

Fragrant, purple plums gleam hotly, very coveted,
Lustrous, wild raspberries, deeply red and purple,
Ruby red apples aglow, like fiery...

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Some fireflies lit the way of wishful whim,
the expectations fired diminished vim.
The lack of lucence rendered chances grim.
Design of great foment—I hugely now repent.
The flowers vie with scent—their vibrant colours spent
when light from Sun in lower meadow mean.
The crows at dawn abated soon to preen.
A...

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This evening sneers, lurks and is snooty,
and dares to look through my window,
peers like something with substance,
gawps into that mirror on the wall.

Yes, evening, you ogle.
Your black glance is on my glass of wine.
showing your low lordliness,
condescending in your awesome manner of night,
sitting there with...

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Solar had risen from the lake’s bed to bless 
He removed the night’s veil of blindness 
Solar had risen in the far East to bless 
He brought the daytime’s peace and calmness
Solar had risen high up as God’s sigil
All watchmen and guards broke night’s vigil

Solar...

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I want to write
And I cannot in the daytime

I find myself confused
As if my mind has been bruised

I stutter in the night
And I am jittery when I fight

Yet I try to write
When everything is bright

I find myself in the night
Even if it takes all my...

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