Sunrise Poems

Popular Sunrise Poems
Pink
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Dawn
coral
skies mixed with
purple and gold.
Daisies glow in bright
field of strange sunrise light,
midst birdsong, nature's finest.
Classical music morning's come!
Yellow bees roam the world humming joy
in the regal sun's colored procession.

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Sunrise Strut
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Dawn rooster's crowing
red and gold cock of the walk
Flecked stars are fleeing.
Pink sky alarms are sounding
as stealthy night goes, creeping.

Perched at verge of day
is cock of the crystal clock.
Blooms are anywhere
on morning of fading moon,

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A swirl of amaretto
by Amy Michelle Mosier

A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.

Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.

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Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
by Amy Michelle Mosier

Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city’s haze.
Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
Night – adieu!

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Why?
by Kailey Norris

Why does the sky stay lit after a sunset?
Before a sunrise?
If the light is below our horizon,
how is it still seen?
Where does the black of night come from?
When does a star go from invisible to shining brightly?

11/10/23

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Recent Sunrise Poems
Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
by Amy Michelle Mosier

Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city’s haze.
Brown is the wren’s bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
Night – adieu!

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A swirl of amaretto
by Amy Michelle Mosier

A swirl of amaretto
Revolves in my coffee -
Like a galaxy -
Shimmering and slow.

Dawn is utterly quiet;
Moon beams - thin and long -
Cleave to the flooring
Each protracted moment.

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Sunrise Strut
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Dawn rooster's crowing
red and gold cock of the walk
Flecked stars are fleeing.
Pink sky alarms are sounding
as stealthy night goes, creeping.

Perched at verge of day
is cock of the crystal clock.
Blooms are anywhere
on morning of fading moon,

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A Past Pastime
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Humpty Dumpty lived in make-believe land, like dreamy shadows get long;
And he dwelt in a house near a wall, among merry, crimson, oriole throngs.

He had a figure equally rotund and jolly, and was therefore loved by many;
And made his living as an apt teacher, as Thursday learns from Wednesday.

He helped the spirited children to learn, and also helped the children laugh,
As roses in the sky govern dawn's path, in pearl moon's, riotous aftermath.

Folks far and near visited Humpty, beneath azure skies of frequent friends;

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Cheery Spring
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Green
has graced
everything.
Tulips tango,
Red cardinals sing.
Come down to the hued fields
where the grape hyacinths bloom;
and the yellow daffodils smile.
We'll greet exhilarating, fresh thrills,
when apricot sun climbs over the hills.

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