Morning Poems
#morning
Morning poems about the start of the day, the time between midnight and noon. Morning poems about sunrise, waking up and beginning a brand new day.
Good morning, fair cardinal –
Good morning, fair cardinal –
How are you?
How are your children?
Your plumage is nearly outdone
By the sun’s golden hue.
The mattress is firm –
My blanket is coolly sheer.
What’s that?
Come outside, be with us?
Sorry, my bed is too cozy a lair.
How are you?
How are your children?
Your plumage is nearly outdone
By the sun’s golden hue.
The mattress is firm –
My blanket is coolly sheer.
What’s that?
Come outside, be with us?
Sorry, my bed is too cozy a lair.
#morning
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Morning Light
extraordinary light is pouring
from the morning sky
onto the ocean ever more in
waves as photons fly
through the space that's in between
the distant Sun and Earth
flowing in an endless stream
to create the birth
of consciousness in all the beings
everywhere around
by the shore including me in
this place in which we're found
coalescing thoughts and feelings
at the start of a new day
in morning light with its appealing
shimmering on the bay
transcendental, mesmerizing
touched by the...
from the morning sky
onto the ocean ever more in
waves as photons fly
through the space that's in between
the distant Sun and Earth
flowing in an endless stream
to create the birth
of consciousness in all the beings
everywhere around
by the shore including me in
this place in which we're found
coalescing thoughts and feelings
at the start of a new day
in morning light with its appealing
shimmering on the bay
transcendental, mesmerizing
touched by the...
#morning
#sun
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On Waking
You must have known
I was sleeping naked
The spare key,
I guess it wasn't hard to find
I thought it was a dream
but I opened my eyes
to that feeling
And that gentle bounce
guiding me deeper
And I thought,
such a wise girl
to treat me to that
Wake me right
sneaking in at night
Firing off the day
that perfect way
I was sleeping naked
The spare key,
I guess it wasn't hard to find
I thought it was a dream
but I opened my eyes
to that feeling
And that gentle bounce
guiding me deeper
And I thought,
such a wise girl
to treat me to that
Wake me right
sneaking in at night
Firing off the day
that perfect way
#morning
#sex
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Becoming A Victim Of Mistaken Identity
Karen woke in someone's bedroom.
She's wearing clothes that are not hers.
Then, someone said "Hello. Carolyn."
She's wearing clothes that are not hers.
Then, someone said "Hello. Carolyn."
#confusion
#fiction
#home
#morning
#mystery
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Comfort In Sound
lately, I’ve been
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
having this thought
that I rattle when I walk
jangle limbed
a spine like old church bells
in splintering rafters
teeth grinding
a folk instrument
in my mouth
as I take white pills,
drumming my stomach
in rolling rhythms.
This back is percussion,
you should hear it crashing
a morning’s cymbal
over and over
this symphony of pain—
music
endlessly
repeats
#disability
#illness
#morning
#music
#SelfReflection
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in the morning
It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed,
because his compassions fail not. They are new every
morning: great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token― ...
because his compassions fail not. They are new every
morning: great is thy faithfulness.”―Lamentations 3:22, 23
what a wonderful, new feeling
just to find my life in me,
when i wake up in the morning
of a fresh and sparkling day!
o how jubilant my spirit,
when the rising sun i see!
just to know that God is in it
lisping praise cannot convey.
when, at night, my wake is broken
by the manacles of sleep,
‘tis of death a trifling token― ...
#dawn
#hope
#morning
#SelfDiscovery
#uplifting
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Before The Dawn
Awake at 4 am
every day whether I need to be
or not.
My 5 cats roll off the bed
and trot downstairs
to await their breakfast.
Must pee first
then feed them
scoop the crap and piss balls
from their litter boxes.
Pack lunch for the day
have my own breakfast
wash the dishes
then shower with 2 of the cats
in there with me...
(not kidding.... they love water)
On the road by 6 am
45 minute drive
arrive at work, 6:45
and bring the laboratory to...
every day whether I need to be
or not.
My 5 cats roll off the bed
and trot downstairs
to await their breakfast.
Must pee first
then feed them
scoop the crap and piss balls
from their litter boxes.
Pack lunch for the day
have my own breakfast
wash the dishes
then shower with 2 of the cats
in there with me...
(not kidding.... they love water)
On the road by 6 am
45 minute drive
arrive at work, 6:45
and bring the laboratory to...
#morning
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what will we do tomorrow, dad ?
in the morning we catch the
train to wherever we like, as long as it’s not cancelled due to the
weather, or the union being on
strike or whatever; however, there is always just staying in bed ..
train to wherever we like, as long as it’s not cancelled due to the
weather, or the union being on
strike or whatever; however, there is always just staying in bed ..
#morning
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At Dawn
Signature of you, slides upon lips
of me . . thirsty, anticipating again
skin to skin, fingertips . .
tracing soft syllables,
at dawn
Paragraphs
of me,
a satisfying symphony
an echo . . serenading low
as sentences stay and grow
upon lips, sliding along . . at dawn
of me . . thirsty, anticipating again
skin to skin, fingertips . .
tracing soft syllables,
at dawn
Paragraphs
of me,
a satisfying symphony
an echo . . serenading low
as sentences stay and grow
upon lips, sliding along . . at dawn
#morning
#seductive
#sensual #sexy
#sensual #sexy
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Flight
**** flight *****
here comes the time again
for ethereal flowers to fly
for the poet to watch and sigh,
to only behold without asking why?
here's a dandelion about to fade away
the music dissolving into atmosphere
with the slightest touch of the breeze
and your heart takes flight overseas
carried aloft, into heaven's relief
stripped from any mundane grief
entranced the feel, a delightful sheer
and quietly the dark leaves the night
a bright tide, then illuminates the light ...
here comes the time again
for ethereal flowers to fly
for the poet to watch and sigh,
to only behold without asking why?
here's a dandelion about to fade away
the music dissolving into atmosphere
with the slightest touch of the breeze
and your heart takes flight overseas
carried aloft, into heaven's relief
stripped from any mundane grief
entranced the feel, a delightful sheer
and quietly the dark leaves the night
a bright tide, then illuminates the light ...
#dawn
#morning
#night
#spring
#summer
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Early Riser
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#lust
#morning
#sex
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Heretofore First Blush
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Heretofore First Blush
I was pleasantly surprised
to hear a rapid-fire clicks
in succession of one
another, at 3am,
this morning
I know that’s the sounds
of happy Hummingbirds
What I didn’t know
is they are up flitting
about that early!!
The Finches, Sparrows
Cardinals, Doves, Quails,
and Turtledoves
all rise around 5:30am
The predators are up
at dawn –
save for the Owls
Who hoot until
their bedtime
at 6am
I am up and down at all hours...
Heretofore First Blush
I was pleasantly surprised
to hear a rapid-fire clicks
in succession of one
another, at 3am,
this morning
I know that’s the sounds
of happy Hummingbirds
What I didn’t know
is they are up flitting
about that early!!
The Finches, Sparrows
Cardinals, Doves, Quails,
and Turtledoves
all rise around 5:30am
The predators are up
at dawn –
save for the Owls
Who hoot until
their bedtime
at 6am
I am up and down at all hours...
#birds
#morning
#NaPoWriMo2024
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DU Poetry : Morning Poems