Dawn
Weakly
Tweaks the curve
Its chilly yawn
Turns off the street lights
As darkness returns home
Sparrows sing morning vespers
A coffee scented mist rises
Silently swirling atop the mug
Daybreaks pheromonal invitation
And thus it seems
That all my dreams
Were not but foiled
Twisted schemes
Betrayed by daybreaks
Lying light
Disguised
As memories
Less bright
And yet the darkness
Does pervade
My troubled dreams
When on parade
And truth it seems
Has lost its edge
As its wingless
offspring fledge
For there are moments
That I dread
Moments rewritten
In my head
Troubled attempts
To now erase
The truths I know
Yet cannot face
"When both birds call simultaneously, it might simply be a coincidence of nature, but it can also be interpreted through the lens of folklore as a moment filled with spiritual significance or a sign of impending change."
crescent moon's sliver
lies upon a small gray cloud....
while whip-poor-will sings
barnyard owl replies answer
as daybreaks 'pon horizon
Clouds drift
Sun Lifts
Minds slumber, peacefully adrift
Birds sing
Bells ring
A quiet morning in the spring
Blue skies
Mind’s Eye
Takes it all in to clarify
What’s This
All This
Is there anything still to miss
These days
Always
Infinite things to do and say
But Still
Dawn will
Bring back a grand new morning’s thrill
Daybreaks
I wake
With brand new paths that I might take
--by ThoughtsFromB4
The light was fading,
Casting shadows all around
Shadows forming pictures
Upon the walls
And on the ground
Objects seem to appear
From somewhere out of space
When daybreaks
These objects take on a different face
A breeze is gently blowing
Making autumn leaves dance
Floating effortlessly
As their magnificent colours
Putting the onlooker in a trance.
Nature is always giving,
With every season it brings
Sometimes unforgiving
It can have a nasty sting.
From the fluttery of wings
And the brilliance of the sky
Nature makes life worth living.
Who could ask for more
A glimpse of heaven on earth
I know that for sure
There is a sadness in the heart of peace
An emptiness of bloodless, toneless hearts
Left stagnant in the aftermath of hope
Yet still we wave our tattered silent flags.
A rustle in the garden bids us – still!
Though greyish peace resides upon the soil
Through which the budding saplings dare to peek
To glimpse the golden hope of daybreaks dream.
A dove, eternal symbol of our hearts,
Encrusted in detritus of our souls
Lays motionless surrounded by both flags
Consumed by demons choking on its truth
For symbols are the bane of mortal men
The sound of crying doves, our greatest sin.
lovely, is love
wings of a dove
kisses feathery as snowflakes
like heavenly sent sweet magic
lost in an ocean pelagic
ethereal until daybreaks
like heavenly sent sweet magic
but, there are days when the heart aches
and there are days when my world shakes
lost in an ocean pelagic
lovely, is love
like heavenly sent sweet magic
love gives and never ever takes
lost in an ocean pelagic
wings of a dove . . .
wings of a dove
lovely, is love
_____________________
November 19, 2021
Poetry/Ballad/wings of a dove
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1408-382-19
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Meditative Ballad
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 01/22/2022
Second Place
Exuberant Light
Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up
Vitality born in perfection’s cup
Pure spirit, benevolent chivalry,
Enduring present animas closeup,
Crucible, animation’s ministry.
Breathless, lives without infected judgement,
Simply chanted bliss in the present tense
Torrents of chaste delight’s descant descent
Dainty clarity, effervescent zest,
Seeks no return – collects no interest -
Unselfish bounty - Eternal always –
Cascading lambent merriment of praise
No need of sun or moon nativity
Incorruptible abundance ablaze
Light sings everlasting festivity.
11-16-21
Contest: Agendaless Exuberance
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
Syllables checked with PS
We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The mountains covered with mist
The grass wetted
The birds sing
But there is neither bustle of life
Nor ringing of an alarm clock
Inside the cottage
Oh, the parents have long awakened
Before dawn
Their morning begins at four o'clock
Before the night retreats
They are on their ways
To the rubber estates
Their long-built habits
Are their only imagery alarm clock
Mechanical alarm clocks are only
For their schooling children
I kiss my dreams floating away
in gentle breaths as light as air
they drift in freedom as they stray
adventurous without a care
As evening shadows slow intrude
I kiss my dreams floating away
caress this darkened interlude
as moonlights aura has its way
fine shadows in a splash of grey
borne weightlessly above dawns mist
I kiss my dreams floating away
Lips moistened in a silent tryst
Awakening to daybreaks hush
I fear my lovers I betray
Arising in full bodied blush
I kiss my dreams floating away
(photo #2)
©9/29/2021
rhyme me rhyme me a poem Poetry Contest
//rhymezone.com//
//howmanysyllales.com//
Dusty rose and orange gold when daybreaks;
And burnished reds and mauve at setting sun.
The mountains in shades of beauty awakes;
And retires to the same when day is done.
The mountains are massed in riotous blooms,
While sometimes obscured by lemony clouds,
As heady scents drift all the afternoons,
And into nights, appearing in dark shrouds.
Now and then crowned by such lovely rainbows,
Before birds sing to the warm lilac nights,
So still in dreams of June's golden yellows,
With its humming life, and butterfly flights!
Daytime and nighttime bring endless beauty,
Through sunlit mountains hued so profusely.
woke up to the morning chirping
which became chirpings
that opened my eyelids erasing my dream.
they had been perching on a limb
just before the sun had raised its shade
settling in before their choir rehearsal.
Bringing to may attention it was a new day
that needs a welcoming and gratification
to share each new awakening for both.
pleasantly enough to say one must enjoy
the greetings that inspire one to leave
their yawns and join daybreaks calling.
trees become holders of nature sharing its limbs
allowing birds to gather and become the pipers
of dawn’s early rising that shines awareness.
Streetlights flicker in daybreaks doubt.
Grayish clouds mope lazily.
Sunrise smirks at the early risers.
Dewdrops dangle on yellowed leaves.
A cat shakes his wet paws.
Robins wrangle chilled worms.
A squirrel maps his acorn field.
Frail winds stifle the hawk’s wings.
Late bloomers shiver in the sun’s lie.
School bus stops chatter.
The old dog yawns and looks at the door.
John G. Lawless
©10/24/2019
Meaning of oath no longer has a covenant
Guaranteeing to future commitment of pledge
Rendering futile all promises of yesterdays
As grief ridden past dominates today's sorrow
For hope's now dead, as there's no tomorrow.
Yet, I reminisce within glory of daybreaks
And opulence of colors in grandeur of sunsets
Spinning on earth's axis as night follows day
Across all continents where vast oceans reign,
And vibrant blue sky makes bold new claims
About perpetual dawns boasting on its domain
Bond of enduring love that never ever ends
Where enchanted dreams ecstatically chase.
Alas, I grasp grudgingly realities I must face--
Eternal that was indelible lasts only till today
And definition of infinity forever has changed--
Precious little time left that was once endless.
So I bid farewell, before world-beloved dissipates,
To memoirs of yore, allures of tomorrow;
Shedding all regrets, purging lovelorn woes,
Cherishing instead most intimate ornate secrets
Arrayed in desires of beautiful flower bouquets
Granting love romantic stage for one final play.
August 21, 2019
Placed 1st: What if there was no tomorrow contest
Sponsor: Silent One
There is an invigorating simplicity to daybreak
that compels us to attribute pure fabulousness
to her essence. She shows her colors every morning,
a new day, rejuvenated, alive, fresh, enticing us
to enjoy her freshly dewed flowers.
daybreaks revelry
inviting us in all ways
to enjoy new day
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.