Morning Poems
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.
......
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
......
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
......
yes
by sea from theblueside
i woke up this morning
and thought of you while
i was brushing my teeth.
i smiled.
that's the poem right there.
Condensation
by Leo McManus
I locked in my room at 6 am,
The condensation in my window,
Cold and brand,
That’s the time I come and stand.
Parents telling me to get up,
When I already am,
Feeling the cold touch on my window
That's the time I come and stand.
......
haiku : shaped : crow
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku
crow polishes beak shine
morning dew fresh washes window ~
gorgonzola sky
_________
hiku
wwww
......
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
......
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.
......
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
......
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.
