Morning Poems
at first light
by Rikske Kessner
Let us rise with the dawn,
Embrace this new day’s promise.
Tomorrow’s whispers guide us;
Innocence of past years fuels our steps
Together find peace in the present’s embrace.
A Corner of the Garden
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In a corner of the garden,
I soak up the morning sun,
And I see a purple martin,
Singing 'til day is done!
Jasmine and orange roses,
Lend scent to sunshiny air.
Pink lilacs and primroses,
Allow the daydream flair!
haiku : shaped : crow
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku
crow polishes beak shine
morning dew fresh washes window ~
gorgonzola sky
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hiku
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lazy a.m.
by Jordan Davis
rubber ducky clouds
bobbing in the blue sky bathtub
on the middle morning breeze
twin spruce guarding
sparrow house flanks
from ferociously feral cats
sundial shadows
belie still feet
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Childish Rose
by Lana T.
Before today,
The warmest voice gave.
This peal crescent adored you,
Shared the light through your name.
Before I woke,
A few times ago,
My frame had flight,
Moments had soul.
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Dawn
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Dawn is a broad, unflawed painting
hanging on the loose threads of light,
hiding first behind wavering bulrushes on
the soft spikes of day
before spilling the good spell on us
of a new beginning.
haiku : shaped : crow
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku
crow polishes beak shine
morning dew fresh washes window ~
gorgonzola sky
_________
hiku
wwww
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Diamond Dreams
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Tulips of morning
just waked from amaranth dreams,
meet glittering sun.
Dogwood rose opens redly
Pink dawn's jewel shines steady.
Beautiful flowers
respond to warmth's mute caress!
They're a dream come true
in varicolored versions
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Voice of the Voiceless
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In twilight’s fading glow, a voice stirs unseen,
It is the song of those from shadows gleaned.
They Walk with broken backs, hands worn and bruised,
Society’s edges, abandoned and used.
Is justice but a whispered prayer in the dark?
Or does it stand, a flame, a fierce spark?
To the powers that sleep in golden halls,
Hear now the cry from those who crawl.
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A Sonnet of 31: The Beauty Had Been Revealed
by Ayatullah Nurjati
In the shadow’s veil, beauty lay concealed
Unseen by those who walk the hurried way
The moonlight whispers secrets softly sealed
While shadows dance, the night turns pale and gray
A fragile bloom awaits the dawn's embrace
Its petals cloaked in night’s cold, tender shroud
Yet beauty thrives in such a quiet place
A truth unveiled when hearts no longer cloud
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