#sunrise poems on Hello Poetry

Bekah Halle 2h

Sunrise, breaking
Is like a distant friend
Returning
From a long sojourn.

#sunrise

Yashkrit Ray 7d

A sunrise that no one watches.
Unseen. Unappreciated. Neglected — it dispatches,
From the horizon, looking up at the sky,
Only to see the moon approaching by.

This poem reflects the quiet moments of beauty and hope that often go unnoticed — like a sunrise that no one watches.

#sunrise #unseenbeauty #neglect #loneliness #melancholy #hopeandloss

Anais Vionet Jun 8

right

We move through the night,
though the streets seem empty,
we look left and right,
electric vehicles are stealthy.

As we exercise stepwise, sunrise happens.
and black night fades its cover.
Like phoresy, painted, pieces of heaven,
the day opens with primary colors—
reds that delight, oranges that tease
and peacocking yellows that leaven.

As the counterfeit rainbow enchants and rouses,
streetlights waver and douse,
lights flicker on in houses,
and the earth blossoms active in borrowed hues.

Morning twinkles with its particular, angular light,
as we enter the still still lobby.
They’ve already set out the coffee!
With a sip, I feel the morning's started right.
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Songs for this:
Day Tripper by MonaLisa Twins
Our Day Will Come by Amy Winehouse

#morning #jog #sunrise #coffee #humor

Mounir Laroussi Jun 5

Sunrise

5:30 AM on the beach
half sun floating on water
like a broken egg yolk

Haiku

#nature #sunrise #ocean #vista

Makenna May 22

Twenty-Two Without You

Twenty-two, it’s bittersweet,
 A dance of joy, a shuffle of defeat.
 Moments linger, memories weave,
 In laughter’s echo, I still believe.

Without you, time feels out of tune,
 Shadows lengthen beneath the moon. 
Each heartbeat whispers your refrain, 
A melody wrapped in tender pain.

The world spins on, but I stand still, 
Chasing pieces, the dreams we’d fill. 
Bittersweet notes, this life’s embrace,
 A fragile beauty, a tender trace.

Sunrise colors the empty air, 
Yet in that glow, I see you there. 
In every sunrise, in every sigh, 
Your spirit dances, it won’t say goodbye.

Twenty-two, a chapter torn,
 A canvas bright, where love was born.
 Though bittersweet, I hold it tight, 
For every shadow knows the light.

#love #hope #22 #torn #sunrise #bittersweet #shadows #linger #moments #goodbye

Bekah Halle May 7

Sacred mornings

Mornings are a sacred time
For me.
It's the time I'm most vulnerable
Raw and rare.
It’s the time I seek God,
And speak to Him face-to-face.
It's the time when I hold His hand
And He leads me back
To the Garden,
Free to be seen.

#mornings #sunrise