36 result(s) for Sunrise Poems.
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Awakening Light
From the hush of night, the dawn does bloom,
Brushstrokes of gold, dispelling gloom.
A canvas unfurls, in whispers of grace,
Sunrise paints hope, on the world's face.
Each ray a promise, each beam a song,
In nature’s chorus, we all belong.
The shadows retreat, as the light takes its place,
With every sunrise, we breathe, we embrace.
Tender Embrace
In the cradle of dawn's gentle cheer,
Clouds gather round, soft whispers they steer.
A tender kiss from the sun so bright,
Warming the world, dispelling the night.
With hues of gold, the horizon ignites,
Floating like dreams, in the pastel flights.
The sky blushes pink as light starts to weave,
In the embrace of the clouds, we believe.
Each fleeting moment, a picture divine,
Nature's own canvas, where shadows align.
As daybreak unfolds in a radiant play,
Clouds and the sun weave the magic of day.
Awakening Light
In the hush where shadows cease,
Whispers of night find their release.
Colors dance, a gentle sigh,
As dawn stretches across the sky.
Warmth unfolds with tender grace,
Kissing the earth, a soft embrace.
The stars retreat, the moon takes flight,
As the world awakens to the light.
Golden rays paint dreams anew,
Embracing all with vibrant hue.
From slumbered dark to brilliant morn,
Hope is born where light is worn.
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Dawn's Serenade
In morning's blush, the sky ignites,
With hues that chase the stars from sight.
The feathered choir begins to call,
In joyful hymns, they rise and fall.
Awake, sweet world, the day is new,
As golden rays break through the dew.
In every note, a promise bright,
The birds sing praises to dawn's light.
Awakening Light
In the cradle of night’s embrace,
Where shadows whisper secrets low,
A flicker breaks through darkened lace,
A promise starts to glow.
Hues of orange, pink, and gold,
Brush horizons with tender grace,
A story of the brave and bold,
As darkness starts to efface.
Each dawn, a canvas fresh and bright,
Where dreams are painted, new and free,
From ashes, life ignites the light,
In peace, we rise—reborn to be.
Dawn's Canvas
As dawn unveils the sleeping night,
Silhouettes emerge in golden light.
A waltz begins on horizons wide,
Where dreams and whispers gently glide.
Beneath the blush of painted sky,
Figures stretch, as shadows fly.
In hues of amber, pink, and gold,
The daybreak tales begin to unfold.
They twirl in grace, a fleeting chance,
Nature's praise in a dawn-lit dance.
Each movement speaks of hope anew,
In the embrace of a sky so blue.