Poems About the Morning Seeking Honest Critique
#morning
faithmairee
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:48pm
Yesterday 1:48pm
Beware
Let me give it
To you straight
If you wish
to speak to me
As soon as I awake
You'll have to wait
For Heaven's sake
No one, not even
My precious pup
Will interact with me
Until I drink
My first cup of coffee
So, if you don't wish
To hear me moan
And let out a groan
You'd be wise
To hang up
That darn cell phone
And leave my
Cranky self alone
To you straight
If you wish
to speak to me
As soon as I awake
You'll have to wait
For Heaven's sake
No one, not even
My precious pup
Will interact with me
Until I drink
My first cup of coffee
So, if you don't wish
To hear me moan
And let out a groan
You'd be wise
To hang up
That darn cell phone
And leave my
Cranky self alone
#coffee
#curse
#morning #relationships
#morning #relationships
48 reads
13 Comments
Naajir
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 7:20pm
10th Apr 2024 7:20pm
Not Just Cocoa....
gotta love the transition..the Spiritual translation
...the bi-lingual...the sapiosexual
our pseudonyms...hidden in plain sight
.... she wafted..draped in shades of her morning dew
from the dreamy into the creamy..
..she decoded my escape hatch...cleverly...
......soulfully stirred me....spoon fed a brotha lovely
.....mmmm....a tasty woman indeed...gimme more dammit
my ultra smooth criminal...the Bonnie to my Clyde
.....made sure to Hyde our stash between her legs
she did secreted some of that silky esoteric mojo...
...the bi-lingual...the sapiosexual
our pseudonyms...hidden in plain sight
.... she wafted..draped in shades of her morning dew
from the dreamy into the creamy..
..she decoded my escape hatch...cleverly...
......soulfully stirred me....spoon fed a brotha lovely
.....mmmm....a tasty woman indeed...gimme more dammit
my ultra smooth criminal...the Bonnie to my Clyde
.....made sure to Hyde our stash between her legs
she did secreted some of that silky esoteric mojo...
#sex
#dreams
#moon
#morning
#spiritual
151 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 11:17am
8th Apr 2024 11:17am
On The Day After The Beach Party
On a
Sunday, Paige
woke up
with a pain in her
head and found herself
nude in a sleeping
bag with
some guy next
to her.
Sunday, Paige
woke up
with a pain in her
head and found herself
nude in a sleeping
bag with
some guy next
to her.
#beach
#morning
#fiction
#suffering
#sensual
69 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
29th Mar 2024 12:03pm
29th Mar 2024 12:03pm
Busted in the Morning
Good Morning,
You did one thing wrong, you woke up
If I haven't told you before
I'm sick & tired of this rut
As my stomach turns
Acid reflux burns
I know exactly what I must do
I know how you feel,
when you eat a meal
Go look in the mirror
Can't look at you,
you're busted every morning
My headache is now gone,
relieved we have no spawn
Use to be a naughty ass slut,
now all you want are glazed doughnuts
Doesn't matter how much you think
or the number of hairs in...
You did one thing wrong, you woke up
If I haven't told you before
I'm sick & tired of this rut
As my stomach turns
Acid reflux burns
I know exactly what I must do
I know how you feel,
when you eat a meal
Go look in the mirror
Can't look at you,
you're busted every morning
My headache is now gone,
relieved we have no spawn
Use to be a naughty ass slut,
now all you want are glazed doughnuts
Doesn't matter how much you think
or the number of hairs in...
#morning
#food
#rhyming
#aging
#boredom
71 reads
10 Comments
Lantern_Core
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 7:38pm
21st Mar 2024 7:38pm
Lost
I feel lost without you
Left alone in a hospital room
with just the memory of you
and the proof of our love in
my arms...
You were the love of my life
the rock that I could lean on
now I'm left with a face that
reminds me of you and a
severe lack of sleep...
There is no one to blame but fate
But how will I explain that to him?
When one life enters
another one flees...
I was never meant to make this journey alone
though you did leave me with a piece of you...
I miss you...
Left alone in a hospital room
with just the memory of you
and the proof of our love in
my arms...
You were the love of my life
the rock that I could lean on
now I'm left with a face that
reminds me of you and a
severe lack of sleep...
There is no one to blame but fate
But how will I explain that to him?
When one life enters
another one flees...
I was never meant to make this journey alone
though you did leave me with a piece of you...
I miss you...
#heartbroken
#morning
#TimeHeals
#acceptance
#healing
195 reads
15 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
19th Feb 2024 9:32pm
19th Feb 2024 9:32pm
morning reverie
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour
which knows the plenitude of the soul."—Gaston Bachelard
i kiss the morning, like a fresh-blown wind
of zeal and courage and new hope brim-filled;
leaving the debris of my past behind,
i grasp the sunshine, valleyed and steep-hilled.
a winging john-tu-whit raises a song
that dances through the lush pimento grove;
its music bears the calm for which i long
to ferry my expectant hopes above.
a giant-grin sunflower lifts her head,
as if to urge my...
which knows the plenitude of the soul."—Gaston Bachelard
i kiss the morning, like a fresh-blown wind
of zeal and courage and new hope brim-filled;
leaving the debris of my past behind,
i grasp the sunshine, valleyed and steep-hilled.
a winging john-tu-whit raises a song
that dances through the lush pimento grove;
its music bears the calm for which i long
to ferry my expectant hopes above.
a giant-grin sunflower lifts her head,
as if to urge my...
#happiness
#hope
#dreams
#morning
#dawn
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0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
10th Feb 2024 00:46am
10th Feb 2024 00:46am
a cup of tea and you can’t go wrong
get out of bed
switch on the kettle
and the radio
think no
turn off the radio
open the kitchen window
and listen to
the birdsong
switch on the kettle
and the radio
think no
turn off the radio
open the kitchen window
and listen to
the birdsong
#morning
#PopCulture
80 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
9th Feb 2024 2:50pm
Imaginary Soup
The rooster crows!
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
The rooster scares
the hours of the day!
In the portals of the night
the late afternoon.
In the morning arches
the beginning of the day.
The rooster sees the breeder...
In his cackle is the warning
for all poultry
and for all the farm animals
of those human hands
looking for something to eat.
The rooster attacks his operatic aria
with emphasis on sunlight
which shows the murderous hands.
Those hands full of fingers
breaking necks and plucking feathers.
Those hands...
#countryside
#birds
#morning
#nature
#food
48 reads
2 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
1st Feb 2024 9:39am
1st Feb 2024 9:39am
A Silent Winter
I…cavalier, casually cool...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
I am the essence of my chill
As the breezes thru trees,
leaves while they spit
their ‘coloring contempt ‘
Feelin’ a freeze at thy
tempestuous breath
served in incremental doses
as I layer my earthen canvas...
Juxtaposing the lines of red,
and blue...it’s a cool reminder
for a few, that my sister's season
is quietly awaitin' her turn to assail
my atmosphere at the moment
quietly, dead...
#winter
#spring
#morning #night
#morning #night
123 reads
10 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
7th Jan 2024 12:33pm
7th Jan 2024 12:33pm
Pastoral Delight
pastoral delight
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
Poesy is the moo of the cow
And the bleat of the sheep
The caw of the crow
And the hiss of the creep
Poesy is the hush in the forest
And the thunder of the tempest
Fear in the trees that whoosh
Crickets lying low in the bush
And when the weather is heat
In the pastures you hear the bleat
When the sky is azure blue and neat
The walk invites you to stretch your feet
Come along hear nature's real poesy
cement walls reflect only morbid heresy...
#summer
#fall
#spring
#morning
#dawn
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0 Comments
Trillium
Poem Published
4th Jan 2024 6:20am
4th Jan 2024 6:20am
Morning - January 3
Inhaling cool air heavy with moisture
Grey clouds
revealing fragments of a pale blue sky
dappled with pink and white
of early morning light
Grey clouds
revealing fragments of a pale blue sky
dappled with pink and white
of early morning light
#morning
#nature
62 reads
3 Comments
poeticdelight
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 12:12pm
29th Dec 2023 12:12pm
Beyond The Old Stone Bridge
I sprang forth like a Geyser, outside and up onto the mountain.i got that eager whim coming from a tweeter outside my house,a chirping call in jocund vibes cast a spell on me
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
#winter
#morning
#dawn
72 reads
4 Comments
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