Best Its Darkest Just Before The Dawn Poems

Who am I? 

Who am I?
I was a working man who worked day and night.
Living in darkness and hoping to see light. 
I’ve lived with pain since my years are gone.
I know the darkest is right before dawn.
From my empty bed, I looked at the...

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i stand there staring at an empty stretch of highway, the rain falling down, the thunder
rumbles in the distance and lighting rips the sky apart.  forward i walk as the heat off the
asphalt slowly cools in the summer storm....things start to move in the...

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Quiet darkest hour, just before dawn
Alive with tree frogs singing, just for fun

Sashaying ways of sexy sways
Silent steps of saddest days

Screeching crow perched in a tree
Cries of eagles flying free

Dark days come, but soon are gone..
in the..
Quiet darkest hour, just before dawn

©Donna Jones
12-4-2013...

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It was a long and turbulent year
Beset with death, war and crime.
Oh! Where do we  journey from here?
Alas, a New Year begins its chimes.

Last January misfortune began
North Korea captured the Pueblo ship
While Americans soldiers died in Vietnam
The Hippies embraced the LSD trip.

Chaos and dissent...

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The hurt, the anger. You evoked the fury of Shiva,
The greatest curse on earth, and blessing.
You asked for enlightenment. Stupid request. Unless….

It was compassion that compelled me to destroy,
empathy that inspired me to crush your massive illusions
causing the destruction of your ego,
that wasted so much...

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In life things change -
Tables eventually turn.
Emotions spark up
And friendships burn up
As relationships break down
As chains would rust,
But secrets break apart
Bonds rooted in trust.

It was a fire raging rampant;
Fixed only on causing trouble,
Not resting till it was triumphant;
Hoping to burst his social bubble.
In the room,...

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From darkest night to early dawn
The guns sound loud with no abate;
The feeble sun is looking on
Blood splattered fields of hate.
As if desired to rise again
A sudden sound from the dark;
From the fields of waving grain
The soaring sound of a lark.

A sweet torrent of melody
Was...

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My days and nights merge strangely into one
The waning moon transforms to blazing sun,
and time no longer means a single thing
My sanity has flown on tempter's wing

I see the world in muted shades of grey
My words get tangled up each time I pray
My thoughts are...

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Better days are just ahead,
I see them coming now.
Just stick close to your maker, And I promise,
You’ll make it through somehow.

Just go to bed tonight and sleep,
Sleep sound til early morn.
The sun will wake you through your window,
And your smiles will replace your scorn.

Just close...

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Let the flame of your life flicker,
flutter, tremble, smolder, snicker,
raise the eyebrows of a vicar,
raise it like a shot of liquor.

Wave it in somebody's face,
let them yearn for one more taste.
Singe the hairs so near the waist,
ignite a fire with your embrace.

For...

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In the darkest hour...right before dawn.
Life comes full circle...as it's almost gone.
How did I start...how did I end?
How much did I break...how much did I mend?

I've done a little right...and a whole lot of wrong.
As it all winds down...I must finish strong.
Many a storm...I stand...

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cherish each waking day
tell u my love
no games to play
seeking bliss and immortality
captured inside loves reality
just a thought of you
brings me to a cold sweat
no one comes close u are the best yet
soothe my mind soothe my heart soothe my soul
make me scream your name...

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Stars sparkle in the black velvet sky
Lit with orange and red 
Meteor appears as a shooting star
A bright streak of light 
Across the heavens 
The moon, a lovely crescent 
A midnight gust blows overhead
The darkest ink lays before dawn
Arrives the bewitching hour 
When the veil...

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Winter can oft seem cruel,
Her proud head held high to rule.
Will her reign end on this side of forever?

But the trees left forsaken and dead,
Will lift up their whispering heads.
Nothing can last forever.

A tendril of hope carries on,
After darkest night comes the dawn.
The cycle of...

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