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Ashley Moor Feb 2021
I woke suddenly
in the night,
the dawn
threatening her arrival
in a brilliant
watercolor doom.
Legend says
that a sleepless night
such as this
is the result
of your presence
in another’s dream
world.
Are you dreaming of me?
You know
I would endure
a wide-eyed dawn
just to touch
your skin
in a realm
of your mind’s creation.
fireheart Feb 2021
I look for you in the sun rise,
Your face in cloud formation.
I feel your kiss as the light crests,
Your soul shining on the horizon.

Yet the sun does not warm my skin,
The way your breath warms my face;
You holding my head in your hands,
As we lock in our embrace.
Written for my husband on Valentine's Day
Sunrise is so gold.
  The path I take can be hold.
  The future is mine.
Indonesia, 12th February 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Trickle in like the sunrise and
Be my muse.
Destructive fiction in this mind of mine,
I play to lose.

After all,
Love is love
And I will succumb every time.
No matter how far or in between,
I will be here in body and mind.
Unpolished Ink Jan 2021
Sunrise
is always a surprise
we bask in the glow
and we know
that millennia ago
people were doing the same
like us they gasped as the sky turn to flame
the way if affects us
connects us
Rea Jan 2021
when the sadness becomes deep
like the crunch of long dead leaves
and an acoustic guitar echoing off of marble.
when it's accompanied by silent tears,
i want my love to
take its calloused and velvet hands
and wrap you in warmth.
remove the ice and the trapped feeling,
give you every key and every paintbrush.
grow clovers around your home
and plant flowers in the floor of you room.
let them serve as reminders of the things
greater than sadness: life and its persistence.
spring will thaw,
winter will not win.
hope is merely sunlight.
it can disappear during the dark night
but the daybreak of its return is glorious.
you will live to see the sunrise.
here's to hope
Rea Jan 2021
but are you not in all things?
the glory of morning and the peaceful rest of night.
our love is no light affair.
it is the heavy press of storms
and found in the eastern and western rains.
is not each word but a picture frame of my love?
to display it as clearly as a blue sky and an untouched lake.
are you not with me in every moment?
a constant presence
through every sunset and sunrise.
through every hot month of summer and cold of winter.
you are the heavens,
you are the earth.
and happiness is of you, a brilliant
radiant light of all the good in the world.
an epic love poem or whatever
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2021
1/3
I saw 25 years flash before my tired eyes
Third of my life is over
Older with every sunrise
God I feel old these days
Anais Vionet Jan 2021
Morning's induction act -
the sun breaks cover bright as
Los Alamo's flash.
The sun, rising from behind Mont Blanc, made sunrise seem sudden.
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