25 Saturday Apr 2015
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As Rainsdops Softly Fell, clouds, morning, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, rain, sun
The sun was shining
As raindrops softly fell
From darkened clouds
Not yet awakened
By morning’s light
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16 Thursday Apr 2015
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comfort, darkness, light, morning, Morning's First Light, Night Owl Poetry, ocean, poems, poetry, sunset, water
Sunset beckons the tides to roll
Drawing you deeper into your soul
Reaching beyond the calling of day
Taking you farther and farther away
As nighttime descends upon oceans of blue
Covering waters with darkness anew
You slip past the shadows of ebony night
Awaiting the comfort of morning’s first light
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06 Monday Apr 2015
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darkness, light, memories, morning, night, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, Whisper Softly, whispers
Whisper softly
In muted tones
Unheard choirs
Of nature’s pure bliss
Held quietly
In the morning light
As dawn reaches
Into shades of white
Whisper softly
In darkness unknown
Unheard choirs
Left to reminisce
Held quietly
As dreams take flight
And dawn reaches
Into shades of night
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03 Tuesday Feb 2015
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imagination, journey, morning, Morningtide, nature, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poery, rivers, serene
Far beyond the river flow
Where light awaits its finding
Imagination begins to grow
With life before me shining
Glistening stones lay side by side
Placed by nature’s loving hands
Step by step they are my guide
As I journey across the lands
As sunlight gleams its mystical ways
Beckoning to me to abide
The water reflects its magical haze
I’m one with the morningtide
And she leads me on a path brand new
Her adventures must surely await me
My dreams come clearly into view
As her calming waters sedate me
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27 Tuesday Jan 2015
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4 AM, early morning, evening, midnight, morning, Night Owl Poetry, PM, poems, poetry, work, writing
The time of day when work winds down
And businesses close around the town
When the clock ticks slowly minute by minute
And I’m not really sure if I’m actually with it
Til the midnight hour approaches my eyes
Awakens my mind and I don my disguise
When the words flow easily from pen to paper
And the only sound heard is the coffee maker
That keeps me going til the clock strikes four
Then reality invades as sleep shuts the door
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