Best Daytime Poems


Premium Member Daytime Crystalline

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 feeds on rotting seeds with fingers far from clean
      and thereby’s blessed with barren breast (the easier to wean) -
            her baby sucks an arid flux and fades away unseen.

Premium Member Pearls On My Mind

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 sun, soon gone-
And like creamy moonstone, at the rouge of dawn.

Premium Member The Moon By Day

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 gibbous Moon in western sky still seen.
Yet rainbows will succeed—the face of Moon must bleed;
the rays absorbed thus freed—its cast expressions knead.
I guess my chance to win your heart is slim.
Tenacious Moon by day espy torment:	
From arduous labour I tire and wean
myself by increments in chocking plead!


Daytime

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

Premium Member Glisten

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 sun plummeted,
Until all are lost in darkness, 'neath stars eternal.

Written on 3/20/2023
For: A STRAND NO 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Daytime Minutes

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 her to be you
Wishing, that her touch
Could, in someway, equal yours
With eyes tightly shut, 
I picture you…
I picture us
What we were,
What we are,
And what we should be
The moon suddenly becomes the sun
Burning with excruciating pain
Pain from the past
Pain from regrets and misfortune
Scarring me…deeply
I try and extinguish the flames, but
They intensify with every attempt
Thus… it’s settled
You,
Were never meant to be my moon
For I made you my sun
Despite all, you will always be the moon to my sky
But I’m cursed to live only in the heat of the day…
And will never again, feel the smooth caress, of the nightlife


Daytime

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 window

I see a bicycle upon a fence
A house closed with no offense
Nothing else happens then
Occasionally they come or go
Someone's Peaking out the window

Out of sight they walk around
And climb a fence without a sound
Or go in the back if its allowed
The lawn is often carefully mowed
Someone's Peaking out the window

Out of the corner of my eye
Cross my heart and hope to die
An image jumps, leaps and fly's
Destination quite unknown
Someone's peaking out the window,


No one would ever believe
They come and go without reprieve
Know no work or morality
When I garden on my knees
Someone's peaking out the window.

Very soon I pray to leave
No memories to forget or grieve
No friends or loves to hold or see
Forced to leave without ample means
Someone's peeking out the window.

Evening Comes Again

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 your supercilious sight, scoffing, gazing.
Who are you?
When will you cease to be night,
become the radiance that will be tomorrow?

Yet you'll sit throughout that day
awaiting its darkening moments.
Oh, yes, light will soon be you, night,
and scoff at me with your dark, dark face.


(May 2022)

Solar Has Risen

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 had risen in the far East to cleanse
It gave sweetness to fruits and flowers’ stems
Solar had risen in the East as God’s lens
Sharp toothed reptiles and beasts hide in their dens
Solar had risen in the East unchained
Wounds are now gently eased from biting pain

Solar came with his limitless goodness 
Then men came hunting in his brightness
Just as the First Man came out of the greatness 
And shone light on the world’s bleak darkness
All the world’s beasts came out of their black caves 
To hunt for his pearls scattered in graves

Solar had risen in the East as Christ’s knight 
A sign of eons’ splendour so bright
Solar had risen in the East for Earth’s plight 
To give the might of their cosmic light
Solar had risen in the East with no slack 
With beauty that floods each crack and gap

Solar had risen before all life began
He blows peace into each beast and man
Solar had risen as part of life’s plan 
Souls freed from earth and sky in there span
Solar was pulled up for Jesus’s plight 
He gave sweetness to the cross of light 

Solar left this small world with his great might 
Leaving all those awake in much flight
Like the Last Statue will leave for the height 
At the last hour of the world’s plight
When the statue of white light has been made 
Darkness will be trapped in night decayed

Premium Member Daytime Somnambulism

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 subtle lessons
Where self respect
Grants liberty of soul

How sublime exploratory stumbling
Where light and darkness
Ignore separation
Respecting one another's captivity

One foot ahead of the other
Becoming all that we are
Even as naysayers
Bellow "Beware!"

Step
Dive
Forget the risk
Be the dream's dreamer
Let pass the cautions

Lest we forget

Sleep walkers by day
Represent but craven journeys
Going needlessly nowhere
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Daytime Rain

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 thro'  sheaves slits open
To thunder and lightening
So,lets roll over on our back
And settle to the sleep of the innocent and free.

Daytime

Rane over me
As new fallen snows
And the power of Him
Like lust
Only grows

You can't stop
The hero
For all of his hype
And heaven dust crowns
Mister Jones at his height

The peak of my measure
Sweet Jesus in vein
A habit I practice
Must end in due pain

Trudging in tar
Made it too hard to walk
But galloping horses
Encircle my block

Can Judas save me?
Too floating to tell
How long will it last?
My brother from hell

Premium Member The Daytime Moon

In my restive mind keen time raced in spree,
me in the wasteland of life I could see
as fallen defoliated dry tree,
you came as rain cloud gray - drifted away, didn’t stay,
mid-day sun’s sparkling ray - ushered for me new day.
I saw the daytime crescent moon shine bright,
as the orb slowly climbed up the sky’s height,
felt lunar vibes in awe-inspiring sight.
The unique astral show - helped hopeful omen glow,
good luck in life would flow - pull me up from the low.
Mind’s balance it enhanced to great degree,
out of plaguing terrain I found a way.
Image of self-reflection came to light,
perceived the awareness of life’s change grow.

Premium Member At The End Of The Day

At the end of the day it seems
I know more than I knew in the morning
The daytime reality fades into dreams
The dreams disappear with no warning
It all boils down to the evening
Just one more evening to bear
Since one certain day it’s a different feeling
Cause you are no longer there
So what do I know? Not much
The other people know better
I know you are out of touch
And there won’t be a new letter
A new message, a new phone call..
I don’t know how to bear the evening!
And the end of the day time falls
Comes the night, with updated grieving.

I Want To Write

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 might

I’m at peace in the dark
Within sight of my mark..

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