DAWN POEMS

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Undefiled Love

The heart that beats in
The dawn tells it all
Wakening the senses
To its nurtured fist
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Ahiable Alfred

Ahiable Alfred
The Old Survey

Our money's all spent, to the deuce went it!
The landlord, he looks glum,
On the tap-room wall, in a very bad scrawl,
He has chalked to us a sum.
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Banjo Paterson
Early Sunset

If the sun sets for me at dawn
So that the white in me turns black
Before I shed off a single milk teeth
If I vacate that soothsome seat
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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
Macdougal Street

As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Seasons Of Life

Gazing at the breezy night
Empty or lack of immense sunlight
And the onset of Winters shined
Though reflecting warmth of mankind
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Kritika Prasad

Kritika Prasad
Indifference

I said,-for Love was laggard, O, Love was slow to come,-
“I'll hear his step and know his step when I am warm in bed;
But I'll never leave my pillow, though there be some
As would let him in-and take him in with tears!” I said.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Attack Of The Squash People

And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Marge Piercy
An Irrational Affection

Is this he, who's endeavouring to be cute round-the-clock or is it me making him prodigy from dusk till dawn.

I ain't someone who used to extoll somebody unless there's an infatuation but this prejudiced nexus has the vigor to let me down into him and bank me on , this is making me to have an aerial talk suo moto.

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Sakshi Singh

Sakshi Singh
Columbus

Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores,
Before him only shoreless seas.
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Joaquin Miller

Joaquin Miller
The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel

Old Grey Squirrel might have been
Almost anything -
Might have been a soldier, sailor,
Tinker, tailor
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Alfred Noyes

Alfred Noyes
Love World's Apart

What have I done,
but take away the sun?
where can we go,
if there's nothing, but snow
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Duwayne Frieslaar

Duwayne Frieslaar
Lay Your Sleeping Head, My Love

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
New Dawn

Night prawns on our hope and belongings,
And left us hopeless and stranded.
New dawn renews our hope,
And makes all new and beautiful.
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Borklo Solomon

Borklo Solomon
My Lands, Not Thine

My lands, not thine, we look upon,
Friend Croesus, hill and vale and lawn.
Mine every woodland madrigal,
And mine thy singing waterfall
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
Our Heaven

From dusk till dawn,
I picture those eyes.
Of you I keep dreaming on,
To unite both our lives.
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Az Mo

Az Mo
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Gone But Not Forgotten

They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
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Kareem Azeez

Kareem Azeez
Hope 93'

How old I was ?
Only my mum has an answer
Hope 93
Farewell to poverty
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were-I have not seen
As others saw-I could not bring
My passions from a common spring-
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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
Beside The Spider Web

BEHIND THE SPIDER WEB

The horses dawn was silent
In the field of ours
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Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu

Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu
Christmas In India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Printing Machine

It begins at the brink of the dawn,
with the sound of chrring printing machine.
Chrring bloody scenes into bold black ink and we drink to that ink that make our stomach sink yet the machine harps happily.
and there goes the busy printing machine louder and louder, More louder than the screams of a woman screaming for help in a warehouse while she was raped, brutally but the fair and lovely ad gets more space snootily and strangly we go on reading the newspaper with our daily cup of tea perpetually.
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Riya Saluja

Riya Saluja
It Became Our Story

Like a fable that never left the table were the
Words of the prophet
Swiftly, slowly, it became our story.

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Gerald Onyebuchi

Gerald Onyebuchi
Haiku 1

I follow every shadow
Of your love
That disappears with dawn.

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Laishram Gojendra

Laishram Gojendra
Youth

If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;
I'd answer every challenge to my will.
Though mountains stood in silence to defy me,
I'd try to make them subject to my skill.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
Dreams—are Well—but Waking's Better

450

Dreams—are well—but Waking's better,
If One wake at morn—
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The Coolun

Ah, had you seen the Coolun,
Walking down by the cuckoo's street,
With the dew of the meadow shining
On her milk-white twinkling feet.
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Sir Samuel Ferguson

Sir Samuel Ferguson
A Darting Fear'a Pomp'a Tear

87

A darting fear-a pomp-a tear-
A waking on a morn
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Ode 1373

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The Mountain

The mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Meaning Of Poem

The feelings of my heart,
The way of expressing,
Are poetry
In the area of ​​snuffery,
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Murari Lal

Murari Lal
Is This Democracy

*IS THIS DEMOCRACY?*

Even in the mist of griefs and pains,
When the story shall be divulged,
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Paciolo Pen Saint

Paciolo Pen Saint
To A Bird At Dawn

O bird that somewhere yonder sings,
In the dim hour 'twixt dreams and dawn,
Lone in the hush of sleeping things,
In some sky sanctuary withdrawn;
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Richard Le Gallienne
Ode To Aphrodite

Deathless Aphrodite, throned in flowers,
Daughter of Zeus, O terrible enchantress,
With this sorrow, with this anguish, break my spirit
Lady, not longer!
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Sappho
A Code Of Morals

Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that sets the miles at naught.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Renaissance

O happy soul, forget thy self!
This that has haunted all the past,
That conjured disappointments fast,
That never could let well alone;
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Thomas Sturge Moore
Elegy Iv. Ophilia's Urn. To Mr. Graves

Through the dim veil of evening's dusky shade,
Near some lone fane, or yew's funereal green,
What dreary forms has magic Fear survey'd!
What shrouded spectres Superstition seen!
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William Shenstone
The End Of The Trail

Life, you've been mighty good to me,
Yet here's the end of the trail;
No more mountain, moor and sea,
No more saddle and sail.
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Robert William Service
The Shadow Kitten

There's a funny little kitten that tries to look like me,
But though I'm round and fluffy, he's as flat as flat can be;
And when I try to mew to him he never makes a sound,
And when I jump into the air he never leaves the ground.
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Oliver Herford
Lullaby

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
A Lyric Day

I deem that there are lyric days
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and praise
That they enrapture all the year.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
My Boy

I have a little boy at home,
A pretty little son;
I think sometimes the world is mine
In him, my only one.
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Morris Rosenfeld
Voronezh

For Osip Mandelstam

And the town is frozen solid in a vice,
Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass.
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Anna Akhmatova
Ode, Composed On A May Morning

While from the purpling east departs
The star that led the dawn,
Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts,
For May is on the lawn.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Alba

As cool as the pale wet leaves
of lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.

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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Let Me Die A Youngman's Death

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
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Roger Mcgough
Timeless Frame

Whirling winds, rumbling seas
thy feet frets not.
Charging Stallion, raging roars
yet courage isn't faint.
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Iyen Guobadia

Iyen Guobadia
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
Ode 1823

I don't get tired of you. Don't grow weary
of being compassionate toward me!
All this thirst equipment
must surely be tired of me,
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Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi