Jessie Jett

Rookie - 3 Points (12/31/1989 / Maryland)

Everytime I Rise - Poem by Jessie Jett

The sun comes out.
The moon goes down.
The earth spins,
Constantly around.

The stars, they hide.
Until the moon comes arise.
A new sleep, sets in;
I shut my eyes.

An old sleep,
Tiredness returns inside.
A head on the pillow, a head on the ppillow.
Watching phases of the day chase the window.

The shadows, they change.
These days,
Hitting the pavement seems the same.
These days, seem to come and go.

Gratitude for each is a blessed unknown.
Take those tasks that are thrown.
When the moon comes arise,
Reap what is sown.

A head on the pillow, I shut my eyes.
My head is ever so alive.
Slowly, I reside.
And I calm my mind.

I think of the gratitude,
For each blessed life.
And these days, I cherish;
Everytime I rise.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Everytime I Rise by Jessie Jett

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Monday, April 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012

[Report Error]