#dawn
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the crack of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.
Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
We're forced, each man, to walk a trialed path—
resisted trek, uphill through blinding daze
that shrouds with crucible's perplexing haze
till fog-white skies yield quick to black clouds' wrath.
Affliction brims a thorny pack to bear
whilst dewy darkness drenches in the night,
but where is calming lamp to lend us sight?
And who will come to give us saving care?
Here through veil is heard a whisper certain,
then o'er the mountain creeps the dawning day
and with clear eyes we see the brume give way
as God retracts His theatre's curtain,
unsheathing velvet waves whose morning sheen
beyond grey mist splays vast and wondrous green.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
When the sun
is a sleeping beauty at night
shining on the Moon!
The night is wake
is a stunner far cuter.
It knows no cold foot
is on the move.
The full wax of the starry
sky keeps awake.
But none could chart a line
exposing a beautiful
night in the veil, no one
says a single word.
The first one perhaps that
dared to open the mouth
only to be speechless
to be lost for word!
Not a night or two ago but
since the dawning of the time!
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
I only took the moon, veiled in my cube;
I drew her innate water off — but not for good.
Now the sun can’t take its eyes
off the blindfolded black moon!
Off this night, the sunup is yet to unleash—
the dawn, let alone the tucked-away noon!
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
Oh, bucolic pastorale,
Dawn brings a carnival,
Golden-pink, sunrise hues,
What a wonder for our view,
Dawn draws back her veil,
Night vanishes, sunlight's grail,
Our skies aflame,
End nocturnal games,
Oh, bucolic pastorale,
Dawn brings her carnival.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
*quiet dawn's dim light
serenity at its best
sneaking up on you*
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
raindrops faintly laughing as they prance
along the leaves
watercress dancing gently twirling slowly
in the creek
a deer’s neck softly brushing like a whisper
against a tree
the sun is rising in the forest with hushed tones
of red on green
a brusk barista whose soul is wounded wants to cry
but bravely greets
the first blush of sweet dawn's morning ignites resplendent
things unseen
©2016janetaylor
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason
fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn
to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail
to unhope
and all of this minus the mercy
©Jason Cole
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
*you to go to him,
you're throwing yourself in danger,
to dream of such dangerous dream,
stop now,
let your heart rest,
my heart shreads to pieces watching you grieve.*
*you smile to me,
as if nothing had happened,
in reality,
you tremble, wither, scowl away,
come to me,
rest yourself in the arms of mine,
by dawn,
fly to the moon.*
*a place where we can't be together,
a place where I can't go,
that's okay,
as long as you are safe.*
*my sad story,
can never be fulfilled in bliss,
but instead,
just this once,
stop.*
Your wings will get wet
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
The sun leaps
into responsibility,
freshly pressed dripping
another delectable day
into me, though it knows
and has always known
I am still not ready
caught in a thread
spun by the same spider
that spun the night
I live between:
I should know better
than to stay in this
cocoon
with hands untwined
enough to hush the alarm
and bat unease
from creased pillows
let all dust and web
surrender to the solvent
between things.
I comb through
last night’s dream
as it pours itself into
my favourite cup,
stirring the yawning tides
and dissolving them
with the stars
and watch
with heavy eyes
as the morning shadows
dance on porcelain walls,
disappear
into the infinite window
where the oldest light
that silently lights
the distant meadow fields
lights the cracks
of this room
waits
and continues to wait
for me.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
The view after sunrise is such a delight
The water reflects the beautiful light
The clouds are all so bright;
Coming in colours from pink and pure white.
The birds even cherish this day and here I sit
With not much to say, but the one thing I will admit
Earth is beautiful
~ Umi
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
early dawn rises
bluebells elegantly chime
breeze awakes petals
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
The blush of the dawn is so relentless
driving into me it numbs all my senses,
Oh beauty of the heavens far above
You fill my heart with so much love,
Thus I turn my gaze up to this glorious sky
Watching all of these fluffy clouds passing by
Until finally the sun rises..
~ Umi
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Umi the bumblebee flies sometimes against a tree
You might not see but you are great
So keep your head high my mate
Umi the bumblebee buzzes around full of glee,
Don't worry I will not sting
I am just being fluffy
Though this bee might also be very cuddly
And mostly silly
Umi the bumblebee likes to see people happy
Full of light she flies under the sun,
Buzzing a song and having fun
From flower to flower, each a delight,
Forming a beautiful field, a wonderous sight
Please don't sneeze while I pollinate
Such would be very great !
Umi the bumblebee buzzes around and hits a tree
This is it she can't do more
Now she is sleepy and goes to bed
Till the red of the dawn awakens her and she once again lifts up her head!
~ Umi
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
The vampire sings
Such a lovely song
I hate to see the coming dawn
My heart still feels the ting
The darkness no longer seems gloomy
On the night the vampire sings
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
warm, sweet,
and comforting
flows through red lips
and rosy cheeks
and a mind shining
like the first rays of dawn.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Dancing under this beautiful moonlight
My wings brought us high as the mountains could reach;
Listening to the songs of the wind whispering in our ears;
As the stars illuminated us with its light
And through our hearts beats in unison
Our love grew strong as time passed;
For I looking in your ever green eyes shines
Our memories, our histories of hardships
Like raging waves of ocean's wrath upon us;
Like you looking in my ever violet eyes
Brings back memories of how we hold our hands
Under those cherry blossoms in spring's time
Of the time we survived the stormy seas;
Of us looking up in the night's sky starry view
And of us looking through our own breath in the winter's cold night
Like you said "you are my darkness and i am your light"
It is a fate of two lovely souls of opposites
Truly one and extraordinary yet never old;
Yet the story of our love was heard from the heavens and hell
Eldest, my master, the God of Gods was disgraced;
Hades, your father, the king of the underworld was disgusted;
For I an angel, a guardian of Eldest's kingdom
Fell in love with the darkness' son;
Our love caused chaos and wrath in the heaven's peace;
And made hell burn a thousand times its self in anger;
Eldest, whom was displease, cast my death
Upon my soul and separated us with his command
Like I, a flower dying with its own roots
Withered and had slowly losing its own life;
Yet as we stand forth and supported each other
Our hearts connected even after death's command
As the reaper stand and awaits to take your soul,
To take you back to the place you belong;
There is nothing we could do but accept this inevitable
As our beating crimson heart cries silently;
For even the Wraths and the Gods do us apart
Our fathers and masters hated this love;
Like the night meets the light at dawn;
Our souls will find its way back in each others arm;
Even us can not cease this burning desire
To never let go of our ties;
In this world or in our illusions
It is our story worth dying with;
Even the history goes on, we shall live in eternity
As the story of the night that meets the light at dawn.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
*I hope that one day
She will come to me when she is tired
Because rest
The pure rest of a resounding peace
Is something which I too desire
And can provide her with*
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
The sky turned navy, while
saltwater dreams threaded through shipwrecks on the sea floor
Darkness haunted the ruins like ink-stained ghosts
and you couldn't see the stars under the waves and the jellyfish and the rust
because we were all too scared to swim away from the
familiar, beautiful
nauseating darkness
Our footsteps were heavy, as if we
were weighted down by bricks
The ethereal electricity of the ocean's embrace
dragged wandering pieces of thought back into consciousness
as the fading stars left our veins flowing a
broken-watercolor-aquamarine
Dawn began to dust the clouds with her coral-rose blush
light rained down on fluttering eyelashes
so we became moths, flinging ourselves
onto street-lamps and into fires and through windows of hearts
The jellyfish drowned in its own phosphor and
up
we
fell
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Gather in a dark night, impurities of the mind caused by poisonous emotions from loss and envy, of spite or jealousy, forming misery.
Love fades, ahh once so innocently precious, yet fragile in structure,
Leaving the servants of it in great despair and even darker hate,
Where affection ruled supreme once the scars of misery are causing a heartache from leftover rampage, a riot now presented. Ah, phantoms
Swaying back and forth between sadness and anger one gets lost in his own blindness, destroying and bringing himself into ruins,
This lingering sadness seems eternal as time passes painfully slower,
An enlighting realisation should do the task and let the soul lost inanihilating, irritational despair grow once again strong and happy,
A spark illuminating the dark, with patience and hope for the future,
But until this event is taking place, a personal hell is what has to be crossed alike a bridge made of anxiety, depression and self doubt.
But worry not all you lost souls who are waiting for light!
After all, every winter and every night find their end and ensure the dawn of a blooming spring dream.
~ Umi
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
*Greenery, O you beautiful thing, barely visible in the wake of early dawn.
Amidst the darkness,dew drops form across your petals.
Sometimes visible like crystals at my lawn.
I look through you, the ray has hit your window,
As I try to grasp the details you reflect like a mirror,
You perish upon my gentle touch,
And here I thought you would turn into gold.
Oh my, I sure am getting old.
Searching for answers within the dew drops of the early dawn,
Knowing everyone just started to yawn,
And lift their sleepy heads,
Here I am standing,wondering where do these dew drops lead to.
Dew drops,you are like ripples of tiny bubbles,
But sometimes,I feel you are the tear drops that fall from the eyes of my own.
And sometimes,I think you are the drops of love from the vast ocean,
Endless,with no edges or corners,
Perfect in your own solitude.*
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
As the sky turns light
with purple in hindsight
the stars await
the coming of the night
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC
I rise to greet the dawn
distracting my heart
I take a sip of dark roast
and exhale
today I will
just breathe
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
I will rise,
Rise to paradise again
Spread my wings, free from any chain,
With only one goal in my eyes I look to the sky
Then I rise, yes I will rise
From the hellfire, no matter the price
May I burn
Take my turn
But then it will surely be my time to shine
The beauty of the heavens will surely be mine
I will not stand these flames,
Embrace my devilish distorted wings
See what good that may brings
One last judgement
On this long lasting journey
I will rise, rise, no matter the price
A future dawns dream, draws near
Make it clear
In this realm of art and devilry
Heartfelt dream scapes shape the mirror
In a world so dark that the stars will blind-
Refuse to fall!
Forgotten by both Heaven and Hell
A craft of hearts forms my kingdom!
Take my hand, all ye pariah souls-
The love of light is for all to bear!
~ Umi
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC