Short Wakes Poems
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Cold waxing crescent
settles in the west,
an Islamic smile
over natal night.
Behind us Jove wakes
and rises.
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Rocking wooden horse
flourishing guffaw of kid
child in mother wakes
War is misunderstood
Unless you are serving
Then it is real
War is sad
No matter what side you are on
Anguish for many
War wakes you up
And shakes you up
Leaving you a different person
You must never disturb a woman
when she is taking her beauty rest
while floating ashore on gentle wakes
or else she will transform
into a human hurricane
with lots of violent waves
surging right back at you
Coffee wakes me up
to my surroundings,
wearing bunny slippers
to keep my feet warm as
caffeine provides a lifeline
to my senses internally,
notifying me to quit
yawning and be alert
to face the day with gusto.
~ the sun, due her sleep, kissed goodnight, the shy moon's cheek ... just to make him blush ~
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Spring wakes / soft hues flow
pinks, greens / cast bright glow
Fall starts / long dark rest
Spring sleeps / neath new snow
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As morning wakes
with skies of blue
and breezes flowing free
Still every thought
I think is you
and what you mean to me
I witness summer
twilight scenes
where sunset ribbons sway
Though none of these
can fill my dreams
the way you do each day
Good morning Soupers
i messed up
and almost lost my soul
but on the verge of breakin down
i found hope
somehow
i won't be lonely when i get old
cuz i feel her warmth
in a cold day
tonight i lay my head to sleep
but in the morning
i'll make so much noise
and rise from obscurity
till mom wakes up
and sing in applause.
Poetry wakes me from my dead dreams.
I am like a woman who has been entombed.
My eyes pop open in a vampire-ish way.
My arms stretch out of my coffin bed.
What do you want? I ask Poetry.
Irritated, I look around in the dark.
Where is he? Where did he go?
Giving me only the last line again. I hate that!
Willows bend over a celadon lake,
Like village women in dawn’s stealthy light,
Rinsing their hair ere the daffodils wake,
And birds crochet the air with chorus bright,
‘Neath a lone cloud turning gossamer white.
Fresh nature wakes up
sun lens lighting sight on earth
sky lifts it's dark lid
crow's caw informs first
blooming flowers slowly casts
breeze nourishes all
SPRING WAKES
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Hark!
The dawn,
wakes to spring.
The sun, its warmth.
its bright light can launch,
new life, a brand new path.
what might ere the future hath?
The spring, the joy, babes laugh and cry!
Mums', dads' hunt, most babes on them rely.
Well fed, now on their own, let's wish them well!
He wakes me up
With a kiss so cold
It makes me jump
His mind is bold
We play these games
No fun they are
Me he blames
It’s gone too far
The world spins
We’re gonna die
He who grins
Will not fly
The heavens above
Won’t let us in
We see a dove
And fake a sin
The world we leave,
We leave behind,
Nothing to grieve,
New life to find
Dawn wakes nature; gold sun I see.
In orange sky it rises bright
with radiance enchanting me.
Dawn wakes nature.
Peeking down, sun shimmers its light.
There is a river running free
where birds are floating – a sweet sight.
As if it heard King Sun’s decree,
one bird, wings spread, prepares for flight
to follow river to the sea.
Dawn wakes nature.
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The ghost writer wakes me
From a very sound slumber
She gives me a title to write
To write down on paper
I awake at an odd hour
To write my title down
On a sheet of paper
By my bedside table
Then I go back to sleep
When I am ready -I look
At the title I have written
I stare at the title
Then an idea comes
To form my poetry
To write my title down
I create my poetry
The morning wakes the sound of birds
The trees are flooded with delight
The poet search his heart for words
To bid farewell to sultry night
The dew hangs fresh upon the grass
Baptising my tired fevered feet
I am come home to love at last
Hibiscus and the jasmines sweet
Go stars, go, pale in his bright light
I only need one Sun to guide
One armour for the final flight
When the moon brings the promised tide.
My morning coffee wakes me up for day
my morning coffee
wakes me up for day
as a drink my brew
thinking of my life
and my dreams came true
ever since met my wife
that day back in the day
when she came to life
38 years ago
she walked into life
drinking my hot brew
she made my life go
I fell into love
it is all I know
that day began life
she became my wife
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When the sunrise sips on an open sky,
She is skipping by.
I've not ever heard her sweet song before but she was there when dawn birds arose,
With a sweet lullaby.
A babies cry was never sweeter.
And even though the duet of her and the birds,
Built with notes of the most delicate memory,
May drift away with the distant clouds in the sky,
She will always be the most beautiful sunrise our hearts have come by.
the thing that wakes me everyday
is knowing i fall in your arms
that impatient kiss wanting yours
the strong connection of bond
the thing that wakes me everyday
is knowing you'll be there again
exchanging the love we share
our everlasting love affair
the thing that wakes me everyday
is the chance to experiment
to see if this is real
ending us is the last thing i do
the reason i wake everyday
is because of you
mornings wakes the day
Morning comes and wakes the day
to new beginnings coming
refreshed enraptured in its way
we rise to face today
Receding changing flow
over head within the sky
through soaring joys in play
Sea clouds converging
within the twilight's sun
mists of fog retreating
brings the light we need
Found life’s wondering's
in spoken hearts we stood
the tests of times did speak
moved within its progress forming
Dawn sings with the birds
As we stamp the earth at our wake
No one feels amazed at never waking
Who fixes it's emptiness with food
Smoke it's sausages and enjoy it's delicacies
Joy Sparks in every mind
Sweeps every dirt away
Smoothens all edges
Blends every corner of regret
And lots the candle again
Where merriment abounds
A smiling face at dusk
Peaceful heart
Calm and sound mind
Contagious atmosphere
Filling all creature in wonder
V-ery well as you sleep
I-n the middle of the night;
L-ight above early at dawn
M-akes everything
A-right.
C-old chill has disappeared,
A-t dawn fourteenth May;
A-wake in the morning,
S-unshine bathes
I-ts day.
P-leasant feeling is in you
E-ach and every daybreak;
R-elieving the nightmare,
D-enying the hurt and ache.
I-t's a very deep slumber,
G-iving not just a simple nap;
O-pen your eyes now,
N-ew dawn wakes you up.
Coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
coffee’s intoxicating smell wakes me up
filling me with hope and joy
as a I drink deeply
filling my self with smell
the sent of sweat as heaven
darkly hinting of hell as well
filling my every fiber of my being
with its intense smell and flavor
driving me mad with anticipation
as I smell the fragrance brewing
in my coffee pot
waiting waiting waiting
for it to be ready
for me to consume my daily drug
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