The morning promises in its dew,
A world so pure and fair.
A time that only the chosen few,
Are sheathed in its care.

The creatures wake,
The showers beat,
The smiles are fake,
And of retreat.

The morning is back again,
And breakfast plates are banging.
The dregs of coffee are thrown and then,
The traffic lights are hanging.

And the sad old Earth, buries its light,
That shines upon its face.
And this eagle of sorrow takes its flight,
Among narrow aisles of grace.

All mortal things are doomed to end,
Like the greenery of your lawn.
But all mortals have a flickering trend,
As immortal as the dawn.

And one by one, we follow a ray,
Through the morning hour of life.
For it's this hour of all the day,
In which we truely are alive.

Inspired from 'Solitude' by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Tell me what you think :)

Nice!
As always, good choice/use of words :cute:
I liked the first group of verses and these :cool: :
"And this eagle of sorrow takes its flight,
Among narrow aisles of grace."

I'm just confused about the use of "and then" in this verse:
"The dregs are coffee are thrown and then,
The traffic lights are hanging".

thaat is a poem I enjoyed reading. Great rhymes.... some pollishing can be done to continue a steady flow... but all in all... great piece. well done ;)

Thanks a lot for your input Twinkle, I really appreciate it :cute:
The use of 'and then' is similar to saying then...But I felt I needed to make the balance. It's saying that right after the dregs of coffee is thrown away, people rush along and the traffic lights are hanging, or in short: the morning rush. And, there has been a typo, I wrote 'are' instead of 'of' :shy:

Thanks again :)

EDIT: Thanks a lot 3T, I'll try to strenghthen the rhyme a bit, to make it flow a bit better (the second stanza seems like an outcast :p). Thanks again and glad you liked it :)

bissmillahi masha2allah ! :)
(in the name of god,what god willed) ! :)

:yes: I salute you because it's rhymed ! i like rhymed poems !


Thumbs up for you ! :cute:

Thanks Yasir and thanks e M o :)

Loved these lines :-

And the sad old Earth, buries its light,
That shines upon its face.
And this eagle of sorrow takes its flight,
Among narrow aisles of grace.


Great poem Threadlike :)

oh wow i enjoyed reading it! expecially the fourth stanza :)

** snaps fingers** encore! looool very well written :)

Thanks juju, Valentina and Dark Project :).
All your comments are truely appreciated :cute: