So, after a bit of though I've decided on the new theme. Not change, because it's been done before on this thread. It's a cool subject, and I'm not saying we can't do it again, but I'm not choosing it. And school is also an interesting subject, but it's just not one I would choose. So, I had a hard time choosing a new theme because there were so many I liked but eventually, I picked one..... *drumroll* The new theme is....

Sunrise/sunsets. Take this however you want--you could write about the dawn of a new day, or describe a sunset, or whatever the heck you want to do. Have your poems in by the 22nd.  

Okay, so this is kind of from a book I'm writing, but in poem form. 

The sunrise

The sun is a glowing orb casting light in the darkness of night.

Gone is the monsters and nightmares, here is a new day.

Morning color spreads like dripping paint across the sky.

A soft glow of rose pink 

A bright burst of orange.

Welcome today

Good bye yesterday

Soon it will be tomorrow

And the sun will rise again.  

Some moments are like a sunrise, bright and beautiful

the clouds turning orange and gold.

The sky turning from black

to violet

to blue.

Like a moment, a sunrise is short, and not many people see it

but you can tell it happened

by the day the sunrise brings.

New Dawn

Tiny shards of lights show against 

The deep black sky of night

Although most people are still sleeping quietly

The world seems too still, tensed

It is the instant before dawn

It starts slowly

Blink and you miss it

A small, faint glimmer of light

Hides beneath the horizon

Pale colors infiltrate the night

As an invisible hand begins to paint the sky

Now one can see it;

A beautiful glowing semicircle

Glowing on the horizon

A streak of orange

A streak of purple

The stars begin to fade

Then, suddenly, all at once,

The sun rises up

And up

And up

And the sky is purple and pink and orange and red all around it

And stars still twinkle

Illuminating, ornamentating the dark corners of the sky

And the darkness gives way to soft light

And the grass is sprinkled in dew

And the whole world is a shining jewel

Clean and new and big and bright

But as suddenly as it started--

It's over

The last star winks out

The sun rises above the horizon 

And all the colors have departed

That is, all exept one

For as the sun rises

Higher

and

Higher 

The soft lavender gives way to blue

Brilliant, radiant blue

The people wake up,

They begin to start their day

Most weren't lucky enough to witness the

Splendor and firey glory and color and stars and light and dark and--

They continue out

Not knowing, not having seen

And yet,

An artist paints beautiful pictures

Her hand paints the sky

A doctor heals the sick

Shows them the light that's hovering below the horizon

And a couple kiss

Alone, on the beach

And their faces shine brighter than the sun

And the people make their own

New

Dawn 

A weeping crescendo,

Wavering for a second,

From reds, to oranges,

To a deep shade of purple,

Stars beginning to form,

And then-

A dark night sky,

After a sunset. 

digital darkroom 

i always miss the sunrise: 

i am tired eyes and cold water, 

retro alarm clocks that ring too loudly, 

darkened bathrooms that feel like moving through

20th century film cameras, hand cranked, 

grainy photographs in slow motion. 

i’ve never missed the sunset: 

i am tired eyes and bright lights

taking photos on camera phones, 

my room when the lights are on, blinding brightness

like the sun but concentrated, 

hunched over a computer screen watching it load.  

her sunrise was today

her sunset, today

why

why, sunset

why could you not save us

the daytime

the daytime

she didn't have the daytime

whose idea was it

to have sunsets

at all

why can't

we just

savor the daytime 

Judging on Thursday!