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There is hope for another day,
A chance to learn from past mistakes,
A chance to let a smile fill your face,
A chance to let sunlight shine your way.
There is hope for clear, blue skies,
Another day is done
And the night is closing in,
Another day we've overcome
Just another day my friend.
We put our shoulders to the plow
And made the best of the day,
Dear Dad,
I don't even know where to start.
You're still alive, but I feel like you have been gone for a long time.
I miss who you were when you didn't drink, I hardly remember that person anymore.
"NIGHT LONG"
*This society is seeming, if you can't not and haven't involve in atrocious things you seem counted out in the society.*
To me you're the sun,And you're right that it's fun,Now in exactly the way that you'd think.Like stretching out just right,In a puddle of light,With a snack, a book, and a drink.
the day and the life sun
in breakfast you eat bun
now day is ending
now it is time for food bending
now brush up your teeth in a grace
ok now just wash your face
turn on shower and take bath
It is another spring
It is a brand new season
Another day of light rain falling
Another semi-sunny day again
The season of Autum makes me sneeze
But the rewards are those of high
With a gentle wind & a moderate breeze
A view of my dreams race sky-high
I like a day with half filled trees
I’ve always hated Tuesday’s ya know. I’m not exactly sure why but it might be because of these 13 reasons I’m about to tell you.
i awoke and pondered how the day would unfold
then i paced and wondered what each minute would hold
'til the seconds unfurled and the clock hands whirled
and the smirking moon curled, the night sighed, stars twirled
PERSISTENCE
You may be
getting little
or even none
today, but
belie'e me,
you soon
gonna be
getting plenty
that way if you
ain't quit
someday.
One day the truth will come out
One day they'll know who you are
One day you won't be able to hide anymore
One day the curtains will move and the spotlight
will shine directly at your face
True
feeling is as a deep well you can't run outta affection. To the
shark of my heart Yur the dream I just woke up from, yet the
vision I just ken. If wishes come true I'd wish to choose you
A spirit light, a heart unbound
A place to stand, safe from thunderclouds
A mind at rest, a heart at peace
Where home is warm, and meant to be
A harbor strong amidst the rain
Floating in the silver breeze.
A sherbet sky glistened upon her wings
A fairy lass so small and sweet floats without a cease
Bending grass and trees
Awakening flowers from the freeze
I have tons and tons of dream filled with happiness and joy.
If I am back to my real life everything vanishes like smoke.
Trying to complete my day with happiness and atlast the day ends without an answer.
12:00 AM
Good morning
I will look at you
Smile softly because it’s midnight and time to sleep
1:00 AM
Still awake
A slight mist of rain surrounds the coming night,
A few scattered summer fireflies flicker in the darkness,
An easy breeze swirls, welcomed by the reaching branches,
A faint trace of Newports perfumes my apartment,
What I would give for you to hold me in your arms.
What I would give to be with you another day.
You know, it's tough now, living here without you.
But I'm okay. Yeah, I'm okay.
When we part for the day,
I sit and I say,
"I love you, I love you, I love you."
I hide from your face,
I whisper your name,
And I love you, I love you, I love you.
The poet's dead, the song is gone.
With dying breath and failing brawn,
He whispers a foreboding phrase:
"The nights are spent, you waste your days."
As I was sitting, the sun was falling right in front of me. I just sat and thought it was beautiful. It's really not though. The sun goes to war with the night every day.
Where goes the dark when bright mornings rise,
And the sun shows its face after sleeping?
The Earth keeps its spin as the sullen night dies,
And the moon disappears for safekeeping.
Little girl, now don't be sad,
I understand your pain,
How you feel there's no way out,
That you have gone insane.
Little girl, now don't be sad, I understand your pain,How you feel there's no way out,That you have gone insane. That you're a recluse through and through, No friends here you call home, The conflicting anguish inside you,To fight it all alone. T
Last time around it was 25 to life this time around it's A New Life a new beginning
Come on with me they gave me attempted murder aggravated assault with a deadly weapon
It feels like a summer day,
Laying on the front porch step.
It feels like an old house,
Existing as quite unkept.
It feels like an empty schedule,
Another day, another smile
Yesterday she laughed
Last night she stayed awake
After all, he was why
After talking to her, he didn't want to stop
Last thing he wanted was for her to cry
The great American eclips
was supposed to be the end of the world.
I spent it at work.
One o'clock rolled around,
And the world turned into a graveyard.
All the workers shuffled outside to see.
Today is the day I come out of my shell, looking around with nervous hands.
No one can tell I am nervous as I can be. I look up and look down, putting my hands under my thighs and bite my bottom lip.
Ready! Aim! Fire!
Nigeria is ready!
Nigeria can Aim!
But is Nigeria ready to FIRE?
This silver light does shine tonight.
Your celestial body illuminates so bright
And brings this will of mine to fight.
As the moon doth draw a curtain upon the Earth,
So does my heart for your gentle mirth.
Eyes burnt and veins red,
By 3am dreams of life are dead,
Is that a trumpet I hear?
The sound of the end, freedom from despair,
Take me to thee, take me please,
This pain hunts me, I’m under attack
Night—I’ve loved you long time.
Your shadows no longer scare me,
as I have finally realized
that you provided my mind,
restless with questions
☼
the sun peeks over the rooftops
warming the sliver of horizon visible from my window
city pigeons transform into morning doves
silhouetted against soft yellow melting into blue
A call of affirmation
An air of great suppression
Awoken by the stream of light
Which beckons me to my day's plight
A screaming alarm
It means no harm
But morning is dreary
And I am weary
Life is joy and joy’s in life,
but joy’s a waiting game.
and without joy there is no life,
they mix, they interchange.
learn to love and love to learn
of all the eye can see.
The rays of golden light danced down planes of dark skin
Like the warm blankets
They wrap babies in
When they thrust into this new world
With an angry cry
With destiny clasped tightly
this the type of shit that make you run yo mouth
asking how
but only answers are not given to what you amount
the sound of clout
When the bad days come
And life is not fair
At least it's better
Than Donald Trump's hair
Though you may be stuck in
A terrible position
At least it's not during
The Spanish Inquisition
It is time to begin my day
the sun is out and says "Hooray!"
I drag myself out of bed
I yawn and scratch my head.
Then I can hear the oven humming
and down the stairs I come running.
When I first greet the day, it’s not a greeting at all
It’s a quiet stirring, an unwillingness to face the day, and overall
Quite rude
When I open my eyes i’m either faced with blinding rays of
Out of bed, up for the day,
Greeting my own reali”tay”
Who knows what will happen today in the real world of Arabella?
Will I say yes to the dress in Nordstrom or from the toddler get her tiara?
I greet the day begrudgingly. The sunlight pools in my eyes like tears. It streams down my face and no matter how much I rub it does not come off.
I was elated and the whole throng,
Girls were clamourning a cheers song.
We frabjously watching the cricket match,
One after one enjoyed the defenders catch..
My team won the target,
The flames die out.
Ghostly traces of red and orange and purple haunt the sky.
The last moments of light cling to the clouds as the weight of the sun is dragged down.
Resting place.
Somberness rises with the moon.
Day is not for
drinking, drugging or dating.
Night is for
neglect, nicotine and nakedness.
Revel in the
rambunctousness, rabidness and release.
Wake in the morning with
This startedWhen the Gods chose death to be man's allotment.
And though they were wary of our pleas and demandsThe Gods kept life inside of their hands
Words found me lost,
And at once brought me home,
So pain would not accost
Me at any place that I roam.
For an outlet I searched,
To take the pain away,
But the power 'nside me sat perched,
Wednesdays, the halfway point.
When you've finally accepted that school is back in session
and are just waiting for it to be over.
It's the stage of acceptance and patience.
Very. Little. Patience.
Every day we take one step closer to death
All of us are dying, but we are also living
How do we know we are living?
Growing, changing, hurting, loving, wanting.
Every day we take one step closer to death
Am I failing?
I'm probably failing.
Did I pass?
Will you look for me?
No wait don't look.
I'm not ready.
Are you sure?
Should I go talk to her?
Did you say I got an A?
Harsh winds blowing through the air,
Freezing you with every step you take.
The sun was nowhere to be found;
That even a detective could not find it.
Many people shopping in stores,
Began
all with something
something White
as White as
Milk would be
and as an Angel
would look
Blue as Sky
Blue as Sea
igniting Waters
bringing Rains
to Rain
Today is a good day
Today is a day.
Its a day good enough for you to wake up and pray,
Let god know that you are thankful for him today.
You woke up today, why are you mad?
A child weak, soft like youth
Is a lion of eye and tooth
In dreams that trickle down like sand,
Down a clock, tick-tock the hand,
And whisper sweet litanies upon the head
With summer laze and winter days
we wend our ways
in the silence of the night.
And creeping still, thoughts mill
amongst the dying of the bright.
But what comes will be and what be will comes
Night’s existence has inhabited it’s customary frame of space,
which has been allotted.
Afraid of the light
Shy away from the sun
The moon is your sister
The raindrops are your tears
In sunshine or rainIn pleasure or pain
In trial or triumphYou are my Godand You are enough.
You make the day,and end the night,Thank you Lordfor my religious rite.
Is today a good day?
Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't.
The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
So I guess it's one of those days
Where I feel like I waste my good life away
You know, one of those "I'ma do right today."
A tree standing as a soldier on the front lines
dives into a burning ocean
of glorious flickers and flames:
A tree that does not make a sound,
because nothing is there to hear it splash.
Palette of gray starts the scene,
Hinting white, but never leaving black.
Find a section, add more white.
Now a drop of yellow, a touch of blue
Blending and dabbing, and then lastly,
Letting nature take its turn on me.
Feeling the grass prickle my calves,
Poking its way through my clothes-
Demanding entrance to brush my skin.
Against my arms,
It prances around tentatively.
Young lust
Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave
The vivacious fusion of the two bodies
Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation
As they cover each other with outer warmth
Today is a very special day.
Its special becasue it isn't.
It had started at midnight.
It had a sunrise:
A farewell ceremony to the moon.
And as dawn danced upon the Earth,
the world began to awaken.
It was a drowsy battle that yearned for sleep.
The light and the darkness.
And I found myself in it.
Instigating and terminating its intentions of cruelty.
But what if I mistaked its cruelty for consideration?
The days slowly creep past me, so suddenly
And as the deepest orange sunray peek upon the horizon before making its appearance.. I'm alive
it goes like this:
the clock reads 7:06am
cloudy skies, morning mist on the window
i am swallowed by silence
clod toes, cold nose, cold heart
the coffee warms my throat,
warms my toes,
My sunlight,
you bring the daytime smiles
and keep them from slipping.
One table for two.
We wake from slumber
in a café of our own,
settled in the heat of blankets
On a clear night, I look up and think
that the sidewalk would rise vertical
so that I may walk
all those miles to the stars
and on a bright morning
as the sun still nudges the horizon,
Here's another older one to round out the 5 for tonight :3 I'll post more tomorrow, maybe I'll even write a fresh one for you~*
Dreams boil in my chest
Hot and fierce they burn my flesh
I have never slowed down.
Ran afraid from it all.
My pain that I harbor
from every time I fall.
I have hid in shame
and have froze in fear.
I've even morned the death
I have never slowed down.
Ran afraid from it all.
My pain that I harbor
from every time I fall.
I have hid in shame
and have froze in fear.
I've even morned the death
All of our dreams have been the same- to spread our wings and take flight with the hot sun beating down and strong winds blowing.
Night wasn’t your typical girl
Her eyes shown like the full moon
Against her dark blue hair
Her smile twinkling like the stars
Life is a dayOf a thousand hoursA million secondsA millennia's worthOf cool breezes and breathsThat escape past our lipsIn smiles and sighs and laughsDrawn unsuspecting from our souls
TO: All those who toss & turn late at nightFROM: InsomniaDATE: 12/30/2013SUBJECT: Late at night, what crosses your mind?
The sunlight brightness my room, but yet I cant see it
The birds sing the songs of springs, but yet i can hear it
Whence comes the frightful night
That e’er travels in such rude delight
And wherefore does it cause strife
Cutting hearts like brutal knife
The curtains softly sway with the windPeacefully embracing a new dayEverything comes to focus, glazed in golden incandescenceSunlight caught on your eyelashes
Another wakening drives us to chaosAnother tear into madnessClouded by seas of redemption
Deep within the heart ofViolet-coral eyes lies an angelOf dove sewn lies and demon torn cries
Today will be a reading kind of day.
I bought a brand new book, Catch 22.
It’s classic, clever and the cover’s blue.
What else will I do on a day so grey?
A day. 24 hours. 1,440 minutes. 84,600 seconds.
So many things can change. shift. evolve. dissolve. resolve.
Revolve around useless emotions and empty words.
Who you were at 8am is not who you are at 8pm.
Late lonely nights I wander aimlessly in the thick, suffocating darkness that dances in envy around the glistening liquid moonlight
Miles away apart from grace,
I need your love to guide me through; where no fear is ever known.
Though seclude, I feel right at home.
Late at night, like my overseer I feel you watching my every move.
Based off of “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” by Maya Angelou
The Day roars sunlight at the first break of morning
and sheds out his mane till only his sun commands
and pounces happily in his playful freedom.
How many years has its been since you gave birth to yours truly?
We've had our ups and downs, many times, but I've kept you in mind lovingly.
I know that I haven't been the perfect child, but honestly
So much pain
So much violence
So much suffering
So much senselessness.
People killing
People hating
People running
People dieing.
Dana never could remember what was proper to say
His only concern ever was to make someone's day.
So when Dana saw a girl, as lonely as could be,
He walked up to that girl, and that girl was me.