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Can you feel the sweet sun on your skin
Can you see its smile in the sky as it spreads out
Can you see the birds fly as well
Singing beautifully
Can you feel the morning you couldn't wait to wake up in from last night
Can you smell the sweet waft of morning coffee
Can you hear the noise in the city from car engines and welding machines
If you can
Be grateful
You have made it to a new day
Living in the tomorrow you promised yourself yesterday
It's a new day
Let's celebrate
Thank God for the gift of life in these pandemic times
Lyn-Purcell Jan 8
☀️


I'm always grateful for          
the light of a new day
caressing
my cheek

That's not what gets me most
    but you
                            sheathed by sheets                      
                      while by my side

  See the curtain
    of lashes    

      ╰      ╯        
     ╰  I              S  ╯    
    ╰   R                     E   ╯      


So I can
drink
the coffee
of your eyes


☀️
Hard to believe that I'm on my 990th poem, that's so insane!
Thanks so much for the continuing support, everyone!
Again, just experimenting with something new.
This one's based on a somewhat of a lucid dream I had,
just holding onto some light in this year.
I'm more of a tea person but with I could use some coffee right now lol.
TGIF, seriously.
Stay safe all!
Kind regards,
Lyn ***
byron Johnson jr Sep 2020
With each reach I am further away than I hoped.
Clawing desperately at walls of mud.
Foiled by the viscosity of fools.
No matter how hard I try to escape the solitude it haunts me still.
Looming over me like a cowl adhered to my skull.
Comforting is its presence.
Complex are it’s vexes.
Is it the walls or my skin that take the brunt of my aggression?
Is it outward or all within?
Could it be that the darkness is my only friend?
The only thing that remains.
All my efforts are in vain.
All my transgressions explained.
My thoughts are all insane.
But here in the depth I can escape the pain.
So here I shall remain.
Filled with more of the same.
Questions unexplored… a bane.
AD Mullin Jul 2020
The clock smiled at us
as if it knew we were lost;
unable to see the path, we continued
along on the wrong side of the ones and zeroes

Tiring of our aimless float;
tiring and lost in the vacuum of our ignorance.
With all kinds of navigational aids to chart our path
we mostly relied upon the compass tattoo over our heart

Lost in the chasm of our indecision
our bodies and minds listed.
Our attempts to unpack the endless
parcels of our unrest ... proved futile

While  carefully re-learning the ABCs
and re-interpreting the Western Canon
we found that it was only by closing our eyes
that we were able to see; were able to feel.

However, the cadence was off
which was immaterial  as
our feathers were ruffled and
the rhetoric was pluming

With the overture of the new day dawning
we turned our back
on the algorithm of our demise
and shucked off the self-imposed limitation

It was thirty seconds to midnight and
the world that never seemed to want us
needed us now.
Like anemic royalty, we took flight

breathing that rarefied air and
gulping down the nuances of our resilience
to swallow our intergenerational trauma
one last time
Submitted to SAAG writing prize competition on July 1, 2019 (slightly modified version)
Lauren A Winscot Jul 2020
i look down at my feet,
i mean phone.
i look up at the sky,
i mean thighs.
HER beautiful curvaceous thighs are all eye can see
as i compare them to mine,
and i shout-
******* Instagram,
not this time.
Mark Toney Jun 2020

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Wait for tomorrow’s new day
6/21/2020 - Poetry form: Shape - This was inspired by fellow HelloPoetry poet Riley Cartwright’s shape poem “The Music in My Head.” Thank you, Riley - © 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
Lotus May May 2020
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                                                           (I’m okay)
quiet sun rays bring
the promise of a new day
I breathe -- I'm okay
Em Schwa Apr 2020
The anchor has been set free.
I have been found and no longer need to hide.
I shall go, become, and embrace myself
For everything I am, and finally
I will love myself.
Olabiyi Regina Apr 2020
Chin up in expectation
Eyes longing to behold
Thirsty of the evidence of things yet to be seen
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine
Or the rain will fall and wash away these hopes
Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel
or this light is just sign
and this tunnel is just is an allusion
maybe better tomorrow will come knocking at my door
but till then
I will die with the moon
And will find rest in my wall of hallucination,
get lost in dreamland and become a prisoner of my imagination
maybe reality will come running to my rescue,
and save my soul from my own captive
and when I rise with the sun, tomorrow will be my guests.
Archer Feb 2020
A new beginning
A fresh start
I have no ties to the past
I burned down those bridges
I watched the ash get carried down river
The blackened stumps are all that remain
There is growth all around me
My eyes not accustomed to the life
The vigor is inspiring
The sun rises
As I do on this morning
Filled with light and warmth
Hopes for this new day
My mind is fresh
Not yet accosted by the sadness
Or the demise of my failures
I mustn't fear the night
Not yet
For only time dictates
The rising and the falling
A boat in the immense oceans
Riding upon the the cresting waters
Or the arching Solaris
Bending across the sky
It knows it will disappear tonight
To be reborn tomorrow
I need to be like Sol
Steady in its travels
And a bringer of light and warmth
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