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Makenna 1d
Twenty-two, it’s bittersweet,

A dance of joy, a shuffle of defeat.

Moments linger, memories weave,

In laughter’s echo, I still believe.  

Without you, time feels out of tune,

Shadows lengthen beneath the moon.

Each heartbeat whispers your refrain,

A melody wrapped in tender pain.

The world spins on, but I stand still,

Chasing pieces, the dreams we’d fill.

Bittersweet notes, this life’s embrace,

A fragile beauty, a tender trace.

Sunrise colors the empty air,

Yet in that glow, I see you there.

In every sunrise, in every sigh,

Your spirit dances, it won’t say goodbye.

Twenty-two, a chapter torn,

A canvas bright, where love was born.

Though bittersweet, I hold it tight,

For every shadow knows the light.
Bekah Halle May 7
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.
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
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