Dawns Poems - Poems about Dawns

wee hours of the morn deep stillness the mode as funnel of pure awareness we stand erect in our abode all worlds around us swirl illusions, dreamlike surreal around the Sushumna whirl we know them to be unreal we are at the centre pristine, untouched, nonchalant we feel no urge to enter for our heart is free from want several hours go by we remain...

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(A subaltern dawn song...) We rise before the rooster cries, Before the sky begins to blush, Before the bosses sip their tea, We sweep the silence with a hush. The city sleeps in dreams of glass, We move like whispers through its veins With a broom, a bucket and barefoot grace, Erasing footprints made of stains. The milkman’s cycle hums its tune, His bell rings...

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If eyes open too soon then a few mornings go missing, but they are catching up they will fly in backwards tumbling out of windswept decades. Eyes that open too late have to wait, have to stare at a future blankness while ears gatecrash the present. Will the thrown newspaper land on the lower or upper step? It matters, a quantifying arithmetic is essential to determine next...

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Viewing dream forms as projection of mind, an aspect of the Self entwined with God, all fears and desires are then left behind, transformed as love in our mellow heart thawed, distanced from ego, whose judgment is flawed. Our soul ascends on choosing to atone, when our reflex response is love alone, that come what may, we grant bliss right of way, as...

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What a two-year period we communicate, it could have been you, yeah, you, Your presence so full of vibrant hue, Day-to-day, you give me a prompt, To hop on the 644 and or 614, To the world of life, revived and anew. For two good years, you invigorated me, With witty and easy-going conversations, Talking to you brought charm and cheer,...

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As day dawns, the sky gleams bright. Fresh clean reborn, the morn's alight. I am the glimmer in the sun's feeble rays, That its hope will bring me better days. I am the dew caught on blades of grass. Glinting beads that gleam esteem in glass. I am the caress of the gentle breeze, That dances, awakening rustling leaves. I am the artist...

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As Another July Day Dawns Stippling . . . The leaves of the trees S p a t t e r i n g …Their Silhouettes filling my window (Barely to be seen while stll so early) The dark dots … of the...

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There are nights without stars and dawns without dew, When time seems like an eternity and desires weigh heavily upon us, Late snowfalls and blizzards that ache, seemingly endless, There are moments that want to belong to us alone in this eternal dream. The grass always green under your foot’s touch As you walk slowly through the garden of our...

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I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight. A trip, I take, around huddle of trees. The splice of pink and purple cane is sweet. With warbling voice, blackcap chorus excite. Break of lull’by, and brightly colored breeze. I’m out of mind and sound is dawn’s delight. The oaks, disrobe the night, outlook upbeat. Their leaves, in burst of honey-love, do...

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Drowsy dreams when wake up with life, Dawn breaks to light from nightlong dark, Birds sing when to welcome first spark, Skies turn when from grey to red-rife, On trees when I see tender leaves, New hopes sprout in my unsure mind, My doubts when a new address find, Hope a new hinge on which life lives. When dawn...

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Through the portals of life, I must pass a bridge beyond which dawn beckons to ward off darkness. The hazy silhouette of trees is an ethereal glow from the night sky - a negative nirvana. Floating on an ether of dark and haggard images like a vagrant in a sea of feckless innocence I hold on to the serenity of accepting...

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in the latter moments seasons move slowly quick lowering abundance consequence grounds covered in dews mist end of Winter, breath of artic springs next on seasons list kiss of solace of springtime rings welcoming robins-sparrows solemn sings 1/18/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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Joyful, joyful dawns the day. Night has gone, has gone away. The long-awaited time has come, The birth of Christ, of Christendom. House of David, raise your voices, All of heaven’s host rejoices. Darkness trembles, Light abiding, Hope in all our hearts residing. Long the night, now close your eyes. To the east are brightening skies. Mary, Jesus both are sleeping, Joseph vigil o’er them keeping, Brilliance...

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Dawns light awakens everything in this dark abyss...

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Wake Our Dawns As True Beautiful Flightless Angels Sweet small offerings I give to you Till your hands say a fine hello The months wear thinly our hungers I can almost hear your voice Standing in the valley of abstinence Nights peering into blasting moonlight Out of my deep loving heart Flows great winds of sheer desire I pause, living for your breath You that...

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