Today’s prompt:

Write a poem about morning time.

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Posted on April 23, 2016, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. The sun peaks its face
    Over the horizon
    The moon giving chase
    To the sky, where they rise in

    The fog fills the air
    With reflecting light
    From the sun’s glare
    Giving way from the night

    The birds sing their song
    To greet the new day
    And forget past wrongs
    Hope for this peace to stay

    Nothing can stop this from occurring
    Every day, this morning recurring

  2. – Sort of followed NPWM prompt, but then did my own twist

    Why do your eyes glimmer always with hope?
    Perhaps it is because of your kind heart.
    Maybe it is your willing soul coming to life.
    Perhaps an underlying nature to do good.
    Maybe simply for the benefit of others.

    Why does your smile only glimmer when it tells truth?
    Perhaps your mind is tired of being under crucible.
    Maybe the lies seeping through you hands are tired.
    Perhaps your heart is weary of believing its lies.

    Why do you only show me your good side?
    Perhaps I am special to you in your mind.
    Maybe you’ve only known kindness from few.
    Maybe we’ve both grown to only show the good side.
    Perhaps both of our sad stories match.

  3. …Spring is the best time of the year…

    Early morning, sun is low
    here I am below
    the light blue sky, has no cloud
    the trees for me bow

    Forest filled with, lovely song
    like bells sing ding dong
    creatures waking from their dreams
    by dawns light sunbeams

    Below my feet, soft smooth mat
    lonely flower sat
    Arctic Star, with and green
    by few people seen

    Well camouflaged, hare hops out
    intend to fill his, mouth
    lay on ground, I hear the sound
    birds singing on

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