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One day she thought she had the strength to proceed,One day she encouraged those who couldn’t believe,One day she lead a march for those who thought the possibilities where extinct,One day she chose to be the leader for those who she inspired,One
i run through the field as the tulips brush my coarse fingertips the air is warm on my cheeks as the cool breeze runs with me i reach the cliff and gaze off into the spectacular scene of the saintly sea my feet urge
The Shorter Days Sitting in a classroom, Staring at the clock; Why does the day feel So long?
This is a found poem from page 261 of Laurie Halse Anderson's 'Wintergirls': I find silence In a single shadow I wake up I'm dreaming The flickering shadows Open my eyes
I wake to the song of a thundering call A summons to a world just beyond Lost long ago in the grimoire of time An empire forged by rune and sword The far away lands of spires and lore
Somehow,I manage to get out of bed each and every day.I get up, get ready, and get to work. Surprisingly,People look at me with admiration for this feat."How are you so motivated?" they ask.
My alarm clock goes off, time to wake up. Before, waking up was difficult but, now its time to wake up.
Words drift into Oblivion The night stretches into Morning Alarm rings into Irritation Dawn breaks into
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.
When my mom tells me to wake up in the morning, I already dread the day. Then, as the day goes on I love being with my friends. This makes me want the day to never end.
Dawn has never been my muse Though my spring to her may disagree A slumber sweet and succulent Brings unwanted tendencies To wake I must for day has come A friend or foe she be
A melody played on the wind Tangles itself amongst the smoke Air crisp with cedar pine Still cold while the sun has broke A gentle lull of a new day Rousing all from slumbers full
Determination,the future, and the light all invigorators Laziness,doubt, and sleep all deterents; As the clock hits 6, the factory makes a decision The decision to start the production of a grand future
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.
I french kiss the morning, And open my eyes, The sun is smiling; the clouds are high, I jump out of bed, and grab my book, Then search in earnest for a quiet nook, I finish my story and hike the trail,
Eyes open. Eyes close. Eyes open. Sit up. Lay down. Sit up. Open. Close. Open. Up. Down. Up. Then roll off the bed, Still tangled up in blankets and dreams. What's the point?
I traveled down the calidascope Until my head was heliotrope But it was never more than I could cope with I bit down on the wistirium and laughed with lungs full of helium
In a second In a second In a second In a second I will leave you but never because I want to only because there is a world outside a world where delusions like you might
My heart is disguised this time only one person will lie but we will never know who until we awaken
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
Waking up Weary and teary eyed Wearing his cologne unwilling Wanting to escape his grasp Willing myself to move on Wanting to escape the memories Wearing my own name Weary from my fight
Waking up feels so good Wanna do it everyday, I think I would A dream becomes reality I hope I'm right I'm blessed that I'm waking up because people really can't Waking up is all I need
There's a ringing in my head When I wake up every day
I dreamt of clouds in skies of blueWith crimson streaks of light,And all around there was the soundOf laughter and delight.Where worries were a memoryForgotten long ago,
“Stir yourself! Awake! Arise! Blissful slumbers, fall away! Cast old Nocturne from your eyes, ‘Tis the brink of glorious Day!” This is what my Mother speaks,
The curtains softly sway with the windPeacefully embracing a new dayEverything comes to focus, glazed in golden incandescenceSunlight caught on your eyelashes
I've never been afraid of the dark, you see I embraced it always, never wanting to wait to close my eyes. Night was when I'd visit my friends, night was when I'd go home to them,
Walking in the black mist, I feel an impending sense of doom. I see nature on either side of me, But I feel all alone.