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.
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
19th Jan 2021 6:29pm
19th Jan 2021 6:29pm
sun stripes on a dark night
I used to savor those moments,
side by side as the morning waned,
casting a silhouette of the wooden blinds
across your back. My eyes tracing the stripes
of shadow and sunlight
remind me that opposites are nothing without each other.
I wanted to preserve every second; hoarding them
in every space I could find between my cells like a thick, sweet syrup
waiting for it’s time to coat the tastebuds of
the next victim of indulgence, for nights
like these when I can feel the cool air scraping
against my shoulders once shielded by...
side by side as the morning waned,
casting a silhouette of the wooden blinds
across your back. My eyes tracing the stripes
of shadow and sunlight
remind me that opposites are nothing without each other.
I wanted to preserve every second; hoarding them
in every space I could find between my cells like a thick, sweet syrup
waiting for it’s time to coat the tastebuds of
the next victim of indulgence, for nights
like these when I can feel the cool air scraping
against my shoulders once shielded by...
#loneliness
#beauty
#morning
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 2:46am
12th Jan 2021 2:46am
A Trip To Mobay
Saturday morning we set out for St. James
There was a thick fog in the valley at 10 a.m.
We barely made it past the climbing lane
The radiator in the old Nissan van overheated
We halted on the north coast highway
Two of us took pictures of the landscape
We arrived at our destination behind schedule
It was a bad decision to go that day
Heavy rain and strong winds affected the work
The whole thing was a waste of time
We left Mobay shortly before the curfew started
And we arrived in Kingston at midnight
There was a thick fog in the valley at 10 a.m.
We barely made it past the climbing lane
The radiator in the old Nissan van overheated
We halted on the north coast highway
Two of us took pictures of the landscape
We arrived at our destination behind schedule
It was a bad decision to go that day
Heavy rain and strong winds affected the work
The whole thing was a waste of time
We left Mobay shortly before the curfew started
And we arrived in Kingston at midnight
#rain
#morning
#wind
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Italianstallion
Patrick C.
Patrick C.
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 1:26am
2nd Jan 2021 1:26am
The morning
#sex
#morning
129 reads
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Dec 2020 00:53am
31st Dec 2020 00:53am
this morning's hate mail
stirring the tea bag in the
cup and thinking about toast,
not that I've yet woken up to what's arrived in the post
cup and thinking about toast,
not that I've yet woken up to what's arrived in the post
#hate
#morning
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theyrejustwords
Poem Published
13th Dec 2020 12:35pm
13th Dec 2020 12:35pm
Quarter til 5
Morning breaks through the cracks of the shades, filtered and blurry
light pouring in from the gap between the curtains. I’ve been awake far before
the dawn stretched it’s sleepy arms over my window; the low morning light
reminding me I can’t stay hidden under the fleeting twilight cover. I miss the peace,
though.
light pouring in from the gap between the curtains. I’ve been awake far before
the dawn stretched it’s sleepy arms over my window; the low morning light
reminding me I can’t stay hidden under the fleeting twilight cover. I miss the peace,
though.
#sun
#morning
#sleep
#emptiness
#dawn
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theyrejustwords
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 4:19pm
2nd Dec 2020 4:19pm
Sunny spot on the deck
I could sit in this moment
and watch world go by.
I could stay
in this sunny spot on the deck
before the rest of the world wakes up
and let time move through me.
Except the neighbors baby
Who cries and cries and cries to be helped.
Cries for someone to fix what hurts without knowing what it means to hurt.
How I want
so badly to yell “baby! It’s okay, baby. You will find peace, baby!”
I want so badly to share with them
this feeling of stillness.
To carry them into my state of serenity.
I didn’t know...
and watch world go by.
I could stay
in this sunny spot on the deck
before the rest of the world wakes up
and let time move through me.
Except the neighbors baby
Who cries and cries and cries to be helped.
Cries for someone to fix what hurts without knowing what it means to hurt.
How I want
so badly to yell “baby! It’s okay, baby. You will find peace, baby!”
I want so badly to share with them
this feeling of stillness.
To carry them into my state of serenity.
I didn’t know...
#morning
#denial
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
#bittersweet
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
22nd Nov 2020 4:24pm
22nd Nov 2020 4:24pm
Never Mind The Weather
The coldest, forceful wind may blow;
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;
I shy from rain until it's dried;
As it snows I stay inside.
I don't mind a raucous gale
Or the sunburn in the vale
Nor the damp as raindrops sail
I love the biting snowflake hail.
A gust may roar throughout the night
But by the day the sun may bright;
A storm may rage with all its might ~
The...
The sun may, sometimes, golden glow;
The rain may, often, showery show;
The sky may dust the land with snow.
When it blows my hat is tied;
In the heat, 'neath shade I hide;
I shy from rain until it's dried;
As it snows I stay inside.
I don't mind a raucous gale
Or the sunburn in the vale
Nor the damp as raindrops sail
I love the biting snowflake hail.
A gust may roar throughout the night
But by the day the sun may bright;
A storm may rage with all its might ~
The...
#earth
#rain
#morning
#night
#snow
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Eerie
Poem Published
18th Nov 2020 11:40pm
18th Nov 2020 11:40pm
~*~
Gold
#happiness
#sun
#morning
143 reads
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LusciousLucy
Poem Published
6th Nov 2020 00:23am
6th Nov 2020 00:23am
Morning Would
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#morning
#passion
302 reads
oskar
Poem Published
31st Oct 2020 8:10am
31st Oct 2020 8:10am
lights
lights
Sitting on the verandah looking across the bay
he noticed all the lights blinked in the dark they had an amber hue
and the ship at anchor had bluish light
but the street lights near the building were still and cast light
in the darkness,
He thought the light across in the bay were busy talking to each other
after all, they had been none communicative during the day
and wanted to share the experience after a long silence.
the blue light from the ship that gets its current from a motor
in the engine-room were talking about the bad...
Sitting on the verandah looking across the bay
he noticed all the lights blinked in the dark they had an amber hue
and the ship at anchor had bluish light
but the street lights near the building were still and cast light
in the darkness,
He thought the light across in the bay were busy talking to each other
after all, they had been none communicative during the day
and wanted to share the experience after a long silence.
the blue light from the ship that gets its current from a motor
in the engine-room were talking about the bad...
#fall
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
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Eerie
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 00:53am
24th Oct 2020 00:53am
Morning Light
In the morning I sit
with my singing bowl,
cupped in palm, and
begin the circular movement
'round the outside rim.
Vibration travels through
the arm, into the chest
and down the spine.
I am a vessel
of love and light-
I am whole.
with my singing bowl,
cupped in palm, and
begin the circular movement
'round the outside rim.
Vibration travels through
the arm, into the chest
and down the spine.
I am a vessel
of love and light-
I am whole.
#happiness
#hope
#morning
#spiritual
#healing
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Seed
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 2:34pm
20th Oct 2020 2:34pm
The Difference
There is, in the morning, a discreet moment when I become aware of my existence. Wrapped snug in blankets, the covers and the sheets. Body heat trapped making me warm as a bale of hay beyond comfortable. I wonder if I am still alive, the haziness in my brain keeping me from clear consciousness. I lie in suspended animation as though an angel has whispered in my ear, "Come with me." and takes me by the hand leading me away to where I can see heaven sitting upon a not so distant hill. It shines like the sun and I can hear the angels and the saints singing and I want more than anything to go...
#dreams
#morning
#sleep #nightmares
#sleep #nightmares
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