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Mornings are a sacred time
For me.
It's the time I'm most vulnerable
Raw and rare
It’s the time I seek God
And speak to Him face-to-face.
It's the time when I hold His hand
And He leads me back
To the Garden
Free to be seen.
Julie 3d
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When we first met,
I thought you'd be that friend —
My best friend,
The one I’d share everything with.
But it turned into something more.
More than friends.

We started dating,
We became close —
Really close.
I felt a deep connection with you.
I thought you were the one.

We shared everything.
Our laughs, our fears,
Even our silence.
Until one day…
You drifted away from me.

You were my light.
My sunrise.
But now you've left me in the dark,
Shattered.

My light is gone.
My life is in darkness.

I miss you every day —
Day and night.

I waited,
And waited,
Thinking you'd come back.
But you didn’t.

I was sitting on my bed,
Hopeful —
Still thinking you were gonna come back like the sunrise.
That you'd stay with me
Till sunset,
Till every sunrise and sunset.

But still, you didn’t.
You left me—

Suddenly, one night I realized:
You weren’t really the one.
That you’d never come back.

I’ve realized…
Memories last forever.
Not a person.

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julie
I've finally found the words
I've been looking for
Julie 3d
As she woke up,
The sun was rising.
She opened the window, looking out.

She breathed softly,
Looking at the sunrise.
Butterflies flew over the sunflowers.
She smiled, watching them.

She began to walk
To the garden, as her steps echoed
Through the house.

As she walks out

She started walking slowly to the sunflowers,
Gently picking the sunflower.
Then he came behind her,
Took the flower,
And placed it in her hair
As she smiled softly.

He then softly whispered in her ear—
“Morning, my love.”

"Morning, darling," she said.

He leaned close again, whispering in her ear—
"You're beautiful."

Then once more, he whispered
"You're not just beautiful—you're a sunrise and a sunset in one."
—julie
Something I felt
Julie 4d
The hush of morning drifts through golden light
The sun is slowly rising…
As she opens the windows
The warmth hits her skin softly
She closes her eyes
Enjoying the warmth
Breathing slowly
— julie
Written on a quiet morning, letting the light speak.
Turn out the lights
catch the night’s bequest

Train your eyes on the horizon
sunrise is approaching

Notice how blue is shading
from deep to pale

There are no shadows
Cast by the moon
Hiding behind the clouds

Sounds reverberate from
an airplane drifting
to a landing

Morning’s quiet
regains the stage

Until a Robin chirps
a wake-up call

Sunrise is approaching
advancing from east to west
lighting the sky

Rocks whiten to become obvious
against the pallid grass of winter
robbed of nutrition by the cold of January

No orb announces today
the sun is rising, although hidden
behind dense condensation

The orange orb of the sun
will not flood the skyline

The fever of night
has become the pale of the day
Written Jan. 2021
Ahmed Gamel Mar 29
Sunrise, all so bright
A new start for my life
Fresh skin, new eyes
Awake beneath the endless skies

Nature’s beauty, whisper of trees
A fleeting gift upon the breeze

Enjoy it now, it won’t stay
There is sunset that always comes again
Light fades—darkness whispers its place
Symbol of decay comes every day

Still sunrise, no surprise
Leaving lessons deep inside
Remember—change to shine

But still, it sets again
Light fades and dawn returns again
The sun never stay the same
This poem captures the fleeting nature of time and change, using the cycle of the sun as a metaphor for growth, decay, and renewal. It reflects on the inevitability of endings while emphasizing that new beginnings always follow. The message encourages embracing transformation rather than fearing it.
Mina Mar 26
I can feel the warmth of the sun that yet hasn't seen rise.
But I have a feeling that she'll come and fill my day with surprise.
I can't see it but I feel it.
The same way I sense a dim night.
While the clouds are trying to hide the sun.
in a losing fight.
I just hope that that night is never too scary.
I hope that I once again see light.
I can't capture the sunrise's beauty the same way I used to
Who rises the sun,
What man drags forth light?
I know not the knight,
Valiant to bring forth the sunrise.
Still, valor to his efforts,
For life is better in the light.
There's been many pretty sunrises recently
Gideon Mar 8
Bright pink clouds, Sun’s dying breath.
A final push, and a final shot.
Climbing the sky, an indigo depth.
A daily war, and a nightly loss.
Full darkness now, no moon tonight.
A devastating defeat, life on its knees.
Hours and hours, no natural light.
Still life continues, the bugs and the trees.
A brightening starts, to gray from black.
A new day, a new battle.
Rising sun peeks above and starts to attack.
We wait now, in bright blue, for its next death rattle.
The Sun sets at the end of each day,
In the cold, dark night, it's easy to lose your way.

Many Falling Stars shine through the night,
All of them burn up, they all lose their guiding light.

Move forward, even if you can't see,
Don't let yourself be stopped, not by land, air or sea.

Each night is followed by a sunrise,
The dark will fade, no matter how hard the Moon tries.

As promised, a sunrise is on the horizon,
A new Dawn, a new Hope is rising.
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