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Snehith Kumbla Nov 2016
the wayward
bat of slumber
no longer makes
trajectories of the room

dog on leash
used to it

running shoes
walking stick

first water tank
pigeon flap

water tank
squirrel squeak
overflowing

school girls
at the gate,
call out their
friend's name

a scattered,
shrill chorus

fallen hair
comma over
tattered road
Silverflame Oct 2016
The spiderweb catches glistening water
jewels in the newborn sunlight.
mark john junor Oct 2016
the brave look to the dawn to
see the fruit of their endeavors....
the frightened look to wash clean the awful marks
of their fear from their faces before the
dawn exposes their true nature......
she looks to the dawn with her hopeful heart
still wrapped in her lovers scent......
he looks to the dawn as the embers of
the camp fire still glows with the
memory of the nightwatch
lonesome with his horse as silent companion.....
the wise man can read the days true face in the
turbulent clouds of daybreak.....
while the fool sleeps soundly in the
shallow waters of delusions warm and
comforting dream.....
the drunkard stumbling homeward
in the mist of his mind
looks to the dawn's glare with a tired yet
often muttered prayer that this be the last day of his suffering....
the wholesome man already taken his place in the factory line
see's a splinter of the dawn in the poisoned air in this dark room
quickly returning to his labor lest he loose all he has gained
and wishes for better days to come....
each of us must look to the
breaking dawn
with what truth or lie our hearts yearn
what strength or weakness is in our soul
each must find a path in the breaking dawn
hand in hand with another
or strongly by our own
and see in dawns turbulent clouds
a bright future to kiss us upon the cheek
Isaiah Caleb Oct 2016
Night, star-spangled,
Heralding an absent dawn,
Grave, then gray, then gone.
Leigh Marie Oct 2016
Why is it
that I feel most alive
when everyone is
busy sleeping
Ovi-Odiete Oct 2016
You will not see my broken tears,
Nor hear my woven cries
I will take this day and make amends.
I will call the day a new journey
And start by dawn to chase my dreams.
I will not stop when storm comes calling
I will still walk when rain starts falling
I know I have a future
Brighter and glistening,
Better by far,
I know I need to drive on
Soon and close
I will get there.

There is no moment that is a mistake in time's hand
There is no day that should be wasted in life's path
But peradventure you feel you were wasted
Just stand up,
Walk, run
Move still
Rise and chase your dreams,
Chase it beyond those doubts and guilts
Chase it through the darkest night
And if you ever visits miseries den,
Don't give it a pleasure to remind you of your past
Or your pains,
Your days of endless tears
Instead, shun it..... Eat it, swallow it
And plunge on
Plunge on into your dreams and achieve them
There's only one hindrance to Greatness,
And that's fear
Fear is a lover to misery
Rise and Shine.....
mickaela Sep 2016
Dawn breaks through clouds of black
To find our waters blue
Look up, my child, and feel the light
Blessed, shining on you

The tears of monsters up above
Grant our waters life eternal

The moon shall slumber in sheets of black
The stars shall giggle and sing
Quiet songs with dancing tunes
Like little happy kings

And you my dear, a princess true
Your own stars sing so beautifully
Let them shine when times are dim
And a light is needed to see
Your eyes alone are little suns
Your dawns too brilliant for me

And a million stars within your heart
Will burn under this sea

The shadow of light may seem darker
Than the worst of heartaches true
But there are linings in the clouds
And the shadow looks like you

So let your light shine like the star of our days
And may the moon rest
I imagine that a mermaid would both be fascinated and fearful of the surface world. A huge ball of fire is basically just sitting in the air. Then there's a huge white disc like thing that comes when the ball of fire is gone. Then there are some huge white fluffy looking stuff, moving on a thing that looks like the sea. Then there are harpies roaming the skies, giving the air a bad reputation.  
I hope this poem isn't too confusing, since I wrote it for my own story for an entirely weirder purpose (mermaids don't even exist in the world ). Well, I hope you like it. Thanks for reading <3
cait-cait Sep 2016
and he was a champion,
basking in the light of
a king and his victories///

lost between two walls of glass
and
an ocean full of something he
(just)
        can't
                quite
                        remember
.
.
.

a spaceship his battleground,
but also his home--
with mornings
consisting of no dawn, no
neighborhood and no blood
shared
between two//

locked up--
with a window full of sky,
and many roads
diverging,

And he cries,
looking at the stars, not knowing
that
the stars cry for him, too.
for my fake boyfriend lmaooooooooo
Hannah Sep 2016
Breathe* easy.
I promise you,
dawn will break,
and the sun will rise again.
~ For you. Wherever you are. ~
KathleenAMaloney Sep 2016
Calm
The Remnants of a Ship
Softly Washed Upon an Everpresent Shore
Daylights Peace
A Walk Upon this Tranquil Beech
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