Best Rise And Shine Poems
Written: January 09, 2024
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A glimpse of a lavish dawn graced with hail,
Thorn sparkles and dewdrops on the rose wane.
Honey bees and robin-raptured boughs wail,
Calling me young and pale with a spring strain.
But I grasp the pride in the required time,
With glee, his father leaped for the flower.
As my zeal fades, I come back and sublime,
Will loom to be weathered and will glower.
Let me startle with pride in your garden,
Since I just have a short time left to live.
Let hope fool me if I'm weak from pardon,
It could lead you to smile at a blithe thrive.
The morning sun rises like a beam of light
stealing our shadows....
Windswept emotions cover our bodies that
reflect from our windows....
We climb into each other like loose change
in my pocket....
Our mind and souls are one as our lips find
there way under this daybreak scene....
To freeze this moment would be like stopping
the world from its lean....
We enjoy the coffee and a Danish's as the crumbs
find there way down our cheeks...
Our dreams are fed as the shower cools us as we
plan for other peaks....
Now we start our day with a grin because we know
rain or shine how it began....
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Hinge at the waist
Pivot on your gluteus maximus
And put your feet on the floor
Empower your thighs
And raise your center of gravity
Congratulations
You have succeeded
In getting out of bed
Islet is cold.
Iris is not.
The moon is frozen.
The sun is hot.
The morning has come
and it’s time to get up.
Rise and shine my people!
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Sponsor Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name The Great ITTY BITTY Poetry Contest
Date of Entry. 03/30/2014
A white torn garment she wore,
fidgeted and partied alone in the air.
Neither knowing fully well her plight,
Nor understanding her whereabouts,
She kept on racing and rocking
In the oblivion cloud.
On her own,
She raised her voice like never near Ears.
Many at times, yelled at the free sky.
On her true hue, not shy;
"Angels, please fall from the Heaven.
I request you rock with me!"
She in her solitary, calmly stepped on.
This time, walked near a pool
She was a barefooted *****
Seemingly horrified and terrified;
drank and washed herself in the pool.
"Aren't there any haven near by
To put on with at this time of the day?"
Now rescued her God-known amputating life!
Though, on the hop, she sought and found
And hopped for a hostel hereabouts.
"Now I see, angels are near"
She danced into the erected cover clouds;
"Are angels still going to see me here?"
As she entered, she solemnly prayed,
In sotto voce,
"Verily, I seek refuge with the Lord of this haven,
As I live to live and lay in peace."
As though she understood it all:
The such in dreams and the such in life.
So determined in and with her timeline;
And so she rose to the top.
Morning serenade
from grey-clad mockingbird,
southern harmonies.
The monster rose out of the sea,
Intent on devastation.
The wreckage it left in its wake--
Beyond imagination!
The world looks dark and dismal, now.
Heartbreak, on every hand.
A world of rubble and debris,
Where once was sun and sand.
But this night is not forever;
There will dawn a brighter day.
The Gulf Coast sun will shine again,
And drive the gloom away.
We'll rally 'round and lend a hand,
For we're all kith and kin.
We'll work upon the fallen things,
Till they're rebuilt again.
The human spirit will prevail.
When this tribulation's done,
This land will rise up from its ruin,
And gleam in a new day's sun.
Rise and Shine
By Franklin Price
9/17/2015
Rise and shine can't live your life
By lying in the bed
Get up and wipe your sleepy eyes
And move around instead
Have a cup of coffee
Or a little spot of tea
Have a bite to break your fast
Stopping the hunger sets you free
Stick your head outside the door
See what's in store for you
Clear skies or stormy weather
Can help determine what to do
If you're not among the rich
And have to drive to work
I hope you have a job you like
And the money's just a perk
If you're like me retired
And don't miss that morning drive
Look up and say a prayer
Thanking God you're still alive
Give thanks for all your blessings
And for family and friends
And for a place to lay your head
When the day comes to an end
Life can
Disappear
So quickly as a
Fog in the rising morning
Leave behind past and move ahead to future.
Better days are ahead although in this moment you are having the dark night of the soul.
Nayda Ivette
10-18-2015
Rise and Shine
By Franklin Price
4/15/2016
Rise and shine the tax man's coming
The end day has arrived
You best be done or he'll have fun
With penalties derived
He'll arrive in armored car
Much like Santa in his sleigh
But he's not bringing presents
He's here to take away
He'll pass you by won't make you cry
If your taxes you have done
If procrastination was your thing
He'll stop 'cause you're the one
The one who who thinks that waiting
Will somehow stop this day
Now you've gone an done it
And the tax man's come to play
Didn't mean to stop the party
This final day will not annoy
If you filed you taxes early
It's another day you can enjoy
seasons hypnotized
mother nature slumbering
searching for the dawn
Fresh shoots bloom after stretched frost,
Mirth sprigs sprout, and the glaze lost.
Nature's schemes leave me awestruck,
Art turns our dreams green, jaws stuck.
Withered from the perished air,
Tall wood trees stand brittle bare.
Their dead leafy branches brown,
where once the coolest boast drown.
Winter's sting grants Spring's consent,
Bluebirds' back squirrel content.
Beach morphs into a fish farm,
We received our fine luck charm.
Brooding clouds start to show light,
Warm the ground and shine the sight.
The porch draws me to the sun,
I sang when the day was done.
Gleam the future and spark hope.
Whose tunes stir up the whole scope?
From his snooze, the sun peeks out.
To grasp what hubbub is 'bout
Written: May 2nd, 2023
Rise and Shine Sport,
Trucks and cars everywhere
All cars have their share
On never ending roads
Filled with heavy loads
So roads need support
Rise and shine sport,
Drivers with selfish greed
Drivers who cannot read
The rules of the book.
My mother is the rook
The twats are other sorts
Rise and shine sport,
The clock is ticking.
Better keep driving
Until time runs out,
Her boss runs her mouth
And files her report
Rise and shine sport,
My heart pounds and pounds
Like a merry go round
Eyes on a ring road
Or stitches would be shown
Might as well find the airport
The sun's rays blare impatiently
a trumpet at my window
Their jars and jolts of dissonance
a workingman's overture's crescendo
the sun is breaking
my icicle is melting
the cow needs milking
take the teets
squeeze between
fingertips rhythmically
pulling while she's
pushing my buttons
undoing exposing
hairy cleavage
undying though
trying to attain
la petite mort
sorting and shuffling
shoveling grey matter
just a matter of time
garden hose watering
the flower
powder my hand
to throw a spit ball
strike three you're out