Sunrise Poems - Poems about Sunrise

I think the sun rises not from the east— but from your stomach Nor does it sink from the west— but returns to your stomach When I touched it I truly understood the work of art that God created...

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Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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Seeing the beauty of the morning sunrise, then seeing the colorful sunset at the end of my day. Making someone laugh when I go shopping, seeing their face go from dull to lighting up. Nothing is better than a new puppy, all soft and furry with a kiss from a tiny tongue. A child's face in wonder, giving them a double ice...

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Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives, The mighty, majestic monarch of the day. Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow. In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears Smearing and splotching liquid gold, he gracefully moves With sparkling splashes, the world becomes bright The prompt and punctual rooster raises his raucous...

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she lets me braid silence into her hair twisting comfort between my fingers, as if stillness itself could be made soft if only touched gently enough she thinks I’ll grow tired that some part of her will dull in my eyes— but I’ve seen the way she looks at a sunrise like it’s never repeated itself and that’s how I see her, every time her...

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Early, in the pre-dawn hush I heard the robins sing, and then a sleepy breeze awoke and made the wind chimes ring. Their blended notes in concert sweet soon filled the morning air as on horizon's stage the dawn danced in and waited there. In all her newfound finery, her dress in filmy hues of lavender and...

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Hibiscus Sunrise... Not the diluted hues of Instagram filters/ But the raw, unfiltered blaze of truth/ They say there's one way, only one way, to tell it/ No 'alternative facts' shimmering like heat haze in a desert of deception/ Just the bone-deep, gut-wrenching, soul-exposing...truth/ And damn, the music! SOUL, elevated/ to another level, altogether/Funk till...

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spring season. ...

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Breaking up the day into coffee and cabernet, energy and relaxation, sunrise and sunset routines. —by poet Sunrise coffee, percolating, poured into four seasons. As soon as the mug’s drained, brush pearly teeth, slide frothy floss, Touch the sky where the sun should be; the reach of xanthous rays. Leftover steam from coffee-up - blow on the sky; blue hue. Cabernet in late afternoon; cerise-cheers at sunset. Dress...

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Awaiting she who cares to find this special world where hope resides; the paradise within my mind where dreams were long ago defined, aroused by dawn's alluring show. Throughout the vibrant morning, skies are glowing hues of distant love. The color burst excites my eyes, dispelling anguish in my cries, and leading me where dreamers roam....

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As the morning starts to rise in the world comes alive the beauty of the birds and all of the little animals starting their day is one of the most beautiful things Early in the morning, when all is quiet, and all you can hear are the sounds of nature nothing on your mind just...

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What's left of Mother Nature's leaves are strewn across her frosty girth. A solemn bird chirps alone this eve as fall is laid to rest on earth. Twinkle, O stars, the gods be at dice, and the sky is bursting with riches tonight! The air's taken chilly, the ground shines with ice. Outside, we all gather in awe at the sight. Out...

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The sun closes her eyes, and I must close mine, this time, but my breaking blood-brain barrier bids otherwise. Another long night bodes foreboding in this light. Forbidden thoughts seep deep from blood to brain. I must fight, again, another tormenting night. Earth's most frightening repetitive cycle plays on repeat as I try to cycle through my backups to no avail,...

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One early autumn morning, before the sun awoke, before the moon had disappeared, or any robin spoke. I opened up my window to feel the breezes play and let a breath of beauty in before the hectic day. I gazed across the river, where hills of palest green, like candle-lighted altars, glowed soft in morning's...

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