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Mia Barrat May 2015
Noon.* We are closest at Noon, when
the sun is cruel and when I teach you
how to tell when a girl wants a kiss. I've
built a wall between us; now be a dear

and lean against it. As the sun hammers
onto our heads, I reflect upon how difficult
the word Noon must be to pronounce in
your precious French mouth. You feel self-

conscious about your accent well guess what
so do I and I've been encumbering this
freedom-infested continent since 2001. You

try to dig out a groove in the wall - but you
see, when I built it I made sure it was so
sturdy we'd die against it. This is *Noon.
This is Sonnet at Noon, the sequel to Sonnet at Dawn. Next up is Sonnet at... I don't know yet haha
Daniel Thorne Apr 2015
The sun goes onward, rising higher.
Our bright beacon, the balloon of fire.
And little do these worldlings see,
Afternoon will go, the night is soon to be.
XxamnesiaXx Mar 2015
the morning sets,
it nearly dawn,
the birds are chirping,
i awake with a yawn,
i see the bae
with a smile on his face
i close my eyes and say
"I wanna make-out with your face"
i go in hard, with him taking off my cloths
then he goes down town i yell and moan
we change positions like every ten minutes
I'm never now riding on his big ****
were still going its 9 am
i've came 20 times
but he's still going
we went on for two more hours
i'm so worn out and tired
i kissed him and went back to sleep
and he said "**** that was sweet"
this is just something i thought about over the weekend..
PoemFalcon69 Feb 2015
Blackness.
Darkness.
Lightness.
White.

Morning.
Noon.
­Evening.
Night.

Smiles.
Tears.
Laughs.
Fears.

Whiteness.
Lig­htness.
Darkness.
Black**.

Poignant.
(An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away)
Rockie Jan 2015
Fat globs
Hit the window
Trickle down the pipe
Watery and cold
Accompanied by wind
And the night
Perishable by the hot midnoon sunshine
Raindrops;
Forgiven for their fat, wet drips
Of cloud tears
AB Jul 2014
It's energy in the morning
Energy at night.
Getting me through work.
Always by my side
Doesn't speak, doesn't
Judge my actions.
Simply there always.

Unless I don't have money to buy it.

I could say it's like alcohol
But more addictive.
"I can stop anytime" I say
But that's untrue
It's my friend
In the simple green and red can.

Only one other knows my obsession
We share it
And that is why we remain friends.
I usually write somewhat sad or forlorn love poems and I wanted to try my hand at something a little more altruistic
It is now a new Day
The sun will shine when it rises
The day is ahead of the light
Say it is today now
Even with No Sunlight

Today started without it
Strongly enough
The birds seem to start there day
Just a bit before the sun rise
About 4AM

Surely there are people without electricity
Their day goes from can to can't
See

Photons Take 70,000 years to reach
The Surface of the Sun
From it's Molten Core
Then 8 Hours from there to lend light to day

There must be a reason for night and day
Life and death
Or
Is this serendipity
I doubt that all we know as existence and consciousness
Is not supposed to be it is.

Jesus said to the Disables
When they wanted to know what [ was] the buzz] ('Andrew Loud Weber, and Tim Race "Jesus Christ Superstar')
Jesus said  "why think about bout tomorrow
Today is at hand"

Why complicate things.
There are two periods od darkness in each day according to the clock Darkness Daylight is sandwiched between them.

— The End —