Dawn Poems - Poems about Dawn

DANCING MISTY DAWN NEW DAY- cooling breeze new day dawns a light brisk mist covers dawn dancing springs jest 4/24/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© ...

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Sun slowly peeps its head in the east, Bird barbet flies towards its nest, ...

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I did not ask for the world to stop — just for the echo to answer. but silence grew its own wings. so i followed the quiet, to the river, to wild grass, to birds that sing before dawn. there, i learned something soft and strong: that I can keep walking even if the stars stay hidden Now— I walk not to be followed, but to feel the ground under my feet. To breathe and know: i...

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warm cup in hand i take stock as the cool air caresses my face the smells of dawn comingle the lake ever so still with sounds of nature waking up there's nothing more precious than this moment and the sense of awe i feel i am undeniably blessed posted on April 22, 2025...

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The warmth of the sunrise cast upon the emptiest park. The treeline afar resembling a foreign far eastern palace. The wind blowing the leaves and swings out of their stillest place....

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As the last thread of darkness bids farewell, it took a swipe at their peaks, A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket over their faces and swiftly leaves, Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s first golden rays cascading warmth all over them, Giant guardians of the earth, through it all, the mountains stood in silence, Dawn by the...

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A whispered vow, beneath the moon's soft gleam, A heart entwined, a lover's hopeful dream. But dawn unveiled a truth, a bitter sting, The treasured one, her faithless offering. A stolen glance, a touch I couldn't place, A hollow smile, where love had left no trace. The shattered trust, a mirror cracked and cold, Kissed a miss, a story to be told. Now...

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A legendary dark, so thick, A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched, My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick, It felt as though my whole system glitched. A welcome into the dark cave, Exhilarating walk from the womb—a step into the mystery, Where shadows of truth barely behave, The haste of rolling days writes the history. A love missed—he...

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ruddy-hued sunset ~ dawn fades into yesterday memories in pink ...

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"Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending." Norton Juster **************************************************************** Sunrise...

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Freedom ~ an inked kingdom of macabre mirrors, a vermiform lie veiling the vehement suffering amidst serpent estuaries, surging within strangled skin, as if I am the living sin, jinxed by the crawling creatures in the lamented labyrinth of deceitful dreams, inhaling venomous vapors rising from the cursed creeks that failed to caress the brittle bones of delirious dawn, where the nocturnal owl sits, phasing stellar phantoms on tattered twigs, oblivious to...

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Pop! sunshine and birdsong awaken them. The boy gardener, the sprout breaking the earth, with the birds, they arise first, leaving their beds to gather sun, reflecting, quietly excited, soil cultivated -   a dream realized. Vibrant growth, vines branch exponentially, fueled by the sun, new life triumphs, as boy and plant conquer the earth. In time, nature sings it song, flowers bloom, fruit ripens as old vines wither and turn to...

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The glow in my life can’t dim, It kindles as starlight, Revealed as sparks of a dark night, But consumed by great heights. Still shines when the twilight deepens, When the sun no more shows, And carpets of darkness are laid, The moonlight just then glows. At dawn, the new day births the sun, Its brightness in the sky~ A light that clears the darkest...

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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 ...

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The nights were short, A clear summer, long and hot, A chickadee visited every dawn, And caught a stunning view by the pane. Maybe my nest’s walls knew, A fluffy gray-black chick who— Lit the sun pointed to my nest house— Captured my morning drowse. A courageous little skylark, With a notorious chirp crack, She repeatedly taps my pane, And sharply beeps, in rhythmic strain. Pulled...

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