Sonrise Poems - Poems about Sonrise

“The Sonrise Inside of Me" (by Michelle L. LeBlanc 04/04/2023) Dedicated to my son, Jayden Donald LeBlanc My heart aches My body breaks My mind protected My tissues exorcisted A whole new level I have found Learning to process trauma Has definitely broken new ground Feelings, no longer suppressed All coming to the surface Beyond what I would've guessed Now I'm feeling them all around Trying to be more...

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Exciting hope, eventually Sighing through rhythms in beautiful Rising with daybreak, reflecting Grace through the second chance, The new day, like an embrace Falling soft on the heart, gentling Each memory, captivating, glowing Like the last great smile, the Inspiration in the sunlight’s musing, Echoes of kindness, inviting Arising in the one who remembers He is always with us, revealing love, Wonderful sent down to us… Revealing love,...

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The streets were filled in Jerusalem, But not to celebrate the Passover. Scorners joyfully mocked Him, The true were saddened to see Him suffer, As He carried the cross upon His shoulders, As He wore a thorn-made crown. He hung upon Calvary with the guilty others. He could have called angels to take Him down, But He chose to bare the sins of...

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Time stands still, the Shadow from the past Entwines two covenants, heralded at last. The dawn of life breaks through the cold, And lingers round, embracing the fold. Singing sweet lullabies, His head to rest, Cold and shivering, she holds Him to breast. He sleeps the good sleep, becalmed and still, Prepared now for victory on Calvary's hill. A new dawn will rise,...

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I used to never want children. See, I grew up in a home that housed tornadoes. where yelling was the norm and the storms would cause chaos every single day. My father, Never stayed around. My tears, created oceans at my mother’s feet as she made sure we wouldn’t drown. I had nightmares. My demons were real and I had to face them longer...

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There's a spot in my life that's been void filled and I cry with a morbid intensity when I think of him as I do now. He's healed something baggage born so I can leave it in a waste basket. I can stare at his innocence for hours and plead for his happiness in all that I dosay--I double dare to...

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