Sunrise poems express feelings of hope, freshness, and the chance to start anew with the arrival of each day. Sunrise is not just about light replacing darkness.
It’s a promise of a fresh start, a chance to begin again. It is a beautiful hello from the sun. For a moment, everything seems calm and perfect.
There’s a peaceful, calm beauty associated with a sunrise. Sunrise poems sometimes talk about the passing of time.
They mention nature waking up—like birds starting to sing, flowers unfolding, and the world slowly coming to life. They carry a positive and hopeful tone.
Let’s go through some beautiful sunrise poems, as reading them is a small and easy way to find joy and appreciate the little wonders around us.
Rising sun captures horizon
dominating the sky in the east
bright red absorbing the blue
room for the king!
By Annette Wynne
Long before the postman comes
The sun begins to rise,
Far in the East if you should look
You’d find it in the skies.
At first, it’s just a streak of light
Then all at once the world gets bright.
Then in the sky from East to West
The happy sun goes on its way.
And all day long it shines its best
To give us pleasant day.
Dear God, who made the day and night,
We thank Thee for the sun’s good light.
By Michael Demian
She is as beautiful as sunrise.
He is as beautiful as sunset.
Two stunning people with shining eyes,
They are so happy that they have met.
She is as beautiful as the moon.
He is as beautiful as the sun.
Their love is playing a splendid tune
That can be pleasant to everyone.
She is as beautiful as the sky.
He is as beautiful as a sea.
I hope their feelings will never die
I hope together they’ll always be.
By Tom Pen
Each day was a gift
Every sunrise breathtaking
Music moved me
But ever since our first night,
nothing is as beautiful
I forgot what sunrise looked like
Before I met you
I’m not a morning person
But for you I’ll do
You helped me find my way home
When the world seemed gray
Carried the sun straight to the sky
And turned my night into day
By Bliss Carman
Now the stars have faded
In the purple chill,
Lo, the sun is kindling
On the eastern hill.
Tree by tree the forest
Takes the golden tinge,
As the shafts of glory
Pierce the summit’s fringe.
Rock by rock the ledges
Take the rosy sheen,
As the tide of splendor
Floods the dark ravine.
Like a shining angel
At my cabin door,
Shod with hope and silence,
Day is come once more.
Then, as if in sorrow
That you are not here,
All his magic beauties
Gray and disappear.
Fire In The Sky
By Ruby Archer
I thought the darkness would not yield,
Glooming the sun-forgotten sky,
‘Till pulsing, surging glows revealed
A far-off burning, —home or field,
Up flung the light. Oh whence? O why?
I thought forgetfulness had spread
A Lethean gloom athwart one sky,
‘Till memory’s light crept warmly red
From flame I deemed in ashes dead.
Up leapt the light. Oh whence? Oh why?
By Annette Wynne
Each dawn before my eyes I see
A shining new day spread for me;
All trace of worn-out yesterday
The winds of night have washed away.
O let me use God’s hand-work well—
His glorious daily miracle!
My love YIs In The Sunrise
I look for you in the sun rise,
Your face in cloud formation.
I feel your kiss as the light crests,
Your soul shining on the horizon.
Yet the sun does not warm my skin,
The way your breath warms my face;
You holding my head in your hands,
As we lock in our embrace.
The Color Of My Heart
By Emile Pinet
Sketch the sunset leaving today behind
sinking in the footsteps of yesterday.
And feel the ripple of all life combined
empty your thoughts, take all but love away.
Emblazon upon your mind, blue of sky
gilded by the golden hue of sunrise.
And capture a shooting star zipping by
watching its beauty materialize.
Blend the yellow of a buttercup’s glow
with the flickering flash of firefly lights.
And walk the Earth, yet let no footprint show
respecting life by honoring its rights.
Mix well, until presumptions fall apart
and thus reveal the color of my heart.
By Wren Rushing
Stepping into the morning sunrise,
I leave behind the veil of night.
The sun greets my sleepy eyes,
as the world unfolds before my sight.
The dew freshly coats the waiting ground
with kisses from the loving sky.
As the orchestra of creation sounds,
it’s choir of birds sings their lullaby.
What gifts does this morning bring,
will love win the day?
Closer to the Lord I will tightly cling,
till we meet again to pray.
Every day leaves its footprints
on the heart and on the mind.
And every man his dreams spent,
searching for the treasures the day has left behind.
To Love You Upon My Last Breath
When the last rain drop has fallen
and final word has been spoken.
When mercy is no longer our saviour,
remember, each time your heart beats,
with every sigh on the tip of your tongue,
my only wish was to forever love you,
stronger than the light that shone at sunrise,
warmer than the rays from that golden orb,
On Days Like These
Winter sunrise low on the trees
Bruised dawn of crimson pinks and yellows
silhouettes the waving branches
sharp relief against a cloth of birds
A bedraggled army of tattered hungry souls
clinging to straws in an empty field
feathers moving in the early light
as the tinted day takes on the shift from frosted winter night
By Shruti Atri
Bleeding through moments
Spent alone and lost
Sinking in thoughts
That fill my heart with frost
Dreading another sunrise
Another day to live through
Enduring this bitter loneliness
While I try to find my way to you
This is all about sunrise poems.