Best Riser Poems

I rose early today

before the dream’s end

tried to hold on to its tail
before shaken loose,
watching the Nightly
race off, to dive into
the fading dark at the
horizon. 

Dreams are like that:
like fairy dust
and alien visions

avoiding analysis

like, where was I

before the first slap
before the first cry
before being bathed
dry, then placed in the
trembling arms of my
mother, beholding her
labored miracle

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Dear early riser, wave goodbye 
            To last night's dream. Relinquish 
            The cares and woes of yesterday
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Lunette, i was named at birth and it perfectly suited me
cuz i was always up at night, observing it with scrutiny
i had a little secret, only Abhi knew and trusted me
he was my best friend ever, he believed in my destiny

i loved the moon and had a song
the song gave me answers in my heart
i...

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I work with the lord on sunday
I call this my fun day
For all the people I see 
and the little boys that get close to me

Father this and father that
I hear all day as their on my lap
not again father a few may say
dont worry boy soon enough you'll be gay

learn to like it, hold...

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I awaken well before dawn has thought of yawns
It is quiet then, and quite eerie in a way.
The peace deadens distractions, death-hour mourns.
The mind awakens refreshed, sparked by noir cafe.
Contemplation peaks then, and declines throughout the day.

There is no rush to milk the cows or other things.
No deadlines to meet; the slate is clean and...

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my bright cork plopped
into knee deep ice water~
tented ~ she slumbers...

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I am an early riser.
I love the peaceful solitude of morning,
At a time when most of the city is still asleep,
I find myself awake preparing to face
Any challenges that may come my way,
Everything is quiet at that hour,
During the hours before sunrise I can feel
The tranquil peace and quiet of the house,
It does something to...

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Blue 
Waves 
usher
ocean dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light riser’s inner fog,
stunned by a heavenly turquoise canvass  of tidal moss fleck swoon and swirl gyrations...

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Blue 
Waves 
usher
ocean  dream
enchanting ripples,
whose hypnotic spell oozes charm,
for  yellow dawn pearl-eyed first light  riser’s coastal fog,
 stunned by the heavenly turquoise canvass  of tidal moss  fleck swoon and swirl  gyrations 

On 
shore 
visions
magic sweep
splashy catalyst
at the cusp of exotic veil
uncanny blissful streams tantalising ebb and flow 
a lure...

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A lot of us are not great risers
many a morning we hate that alarm
wish we could throw it out the window
but there was one with a mighty arm

Think on Jesus living 2000 years ago
imagine you're a disciple following Him there
then He was crucified dead on a cross
you are distraught thinking it's not fair

Then three days...

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I’ve always been an early riser…for as long as I can remember…
(I wonder if I’ve been overcorrecting for being born on the last day of December?)

Bur for whatever reason…whatever conclusions can be drawn…
I’ve always been one of those people who wakes up before the dawn.

In the mountains it’s a wonderful time to wake up…overlooking our...

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