Poems About the Morning Seeking Honest Critique
#morning
Alviola
Poem Published
12th Oct 2024 9:16pm
12th Oct 2024 9:16pm
The Gift of the Night
The skin sees the shape of heat,
fans only make the charcoal glow,
the metal gate is like the sole
of an iron, I put ice cubes
on the bed the dogs lie on.
As I sleep, the night exhales,
cools the water in the plumbing.
Upon waking, I splash my face,
and it is a bristling comfort.
I shut my eyes and treat myself
to what is like a morning prayer.
It is warm after a while though,
I exhaust what the night provides
in seconds,...
fans only make the charcoal glow,
the metal gate is like the sole
of an iron, I put ice cubes
on the bed the dogs lie on.
As I sleep, the night exhales,
cools the water in the plumbing.
Upon waking, I splash my face,
and it is a bristling comfort.
I shut my eyes and treat myself
to what is like a morning prayer.
It is warm after a while though,
I exhaust what the night provides
in seconds,...
#hope
#morning
#sleep
144 reads
2 Comments
sharadejahan
sharad
sharad
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:11am
3rd Oct 2024 11:11am
Dough and Desire
#erotic
#morning
#romantic
#sensual
#sex
430 reads
8 Comments
sharadejahan
sharad
sharad
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 6:02pm
2nd Oct 2024 6:02pm
Dawn
In dawn’s soft light before the day,
I find you resting, gently splayed.
Your vulva opens like petals in bloom,
Inviting my tongue to break the room's gloom.
I trace your smoothness, soft and wet,
A honeyed taste I won’t forget.
The slide of my tongue, a slow, sweet dive,
Addictive and tender, making you alive.
You push my head with thighs wrapped tight,
Pulling me closer, craving the bite.
Your body speaks, wanting more,
As I explore deeper, the taste you adore.
Your moans are whispers in the morning glow,
As...
I find you resting, gently splayed.
Your vulva opens like petals in bloom,
Inviting my tongue to break the room's gloom.
I trace your smoothness, soft and wet,
A honeyed taste I won’t forget.
The slide of my tongue, a slow, sweet dive,
Addictive and tender, making you alive.
You push my head with thighs wrapped tight,
Pulling me closer, craving the bite.
Your body speaks, wanting more,
As I explore deeper, the taste you adore.
Your moans are whispers in the morning glow,
As...
#erotic
#morning
#orgasm
#sensual
#sex
454 reads
14 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 1:42am
13th Sep 2024 1:42am
Summer Countryside
Summer Countryside
Once alive yet never dead
Children’s spring summertime laughter echoes
In the air and skies overhead
Omnipresent love
Sunshine and breezes
Soft as doves
Morning light
Shining thru windows
Upon meadows warmth
Radiating from above
Flowers in bloom
Fields turning green and brown
Playgrounds full of joy
Till the rise of the new harvest moon
II.
Ghostly sounds echo in the cities
Suburbs and towns
The wind sweeps and howls
To the outskirts ...
Once alive yet never dead
Children’s spring summertime laughter echoes
In the air and skies overhead
Omnipresent love
Sunshine and breezes
Soft as doves
Morning light
Shining thru windows
Upon meadows warmth
Radiating from above
Flowers in bloom
Fields turning green and brown
Playgrounds full of joy
Till the rise of the new harvest moon
II.
Ghostly sounds echo in the cities
Suburbs and towns
The wind sweeps and howls
To the outskirts ...
#fall
#morning
#night #summer
#night #summer
141 reads
1 Comment
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 3:18pm
12th Sep 2024 3:18pm
The Call Of September
This mornin' i woke up nicely shaped, the Fall once more still faithful to its mist.
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops
that adorn the budding grass of September..
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow...
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops
that adorn the budding grass of September..
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow...
#emotions
#fall
#inspirational
#morning
#motivational
131 reads
10 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 9:15am
16th Aug 2024 9:15am
Nirvana
It isn't much
no sounding alarms
aiding my bones
to rise up
the kettle boils,
I step outside into
the garden letting
everything unfold,
if there is a nirvana
it sounds like birdsong
as I close my eyes
inhaling through
my nose,
it looks like the
breaking of a
new day
as song thrush
bares witness to
tears meeting
my beige
patio
it was the most
peaceful song
I have ever
heard.
no sounding alarms
aiding my bones
to rise up
the kettle boils,
I step outside into
the garden letting
everything unfold,
if there is a nirvana
it sounds like birdsong
as I close my eyes
inhaling through
my nose,
it looks like the
breaking of a
new day
as song thrush
bares witness to
tears meeting
my beige
patio
it was the most
peaceful song
I have ever
heard.
#LifeCycle
#morning
#vulnerability
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Dreamer4ever1979
Poem Published
10th Aug 2024 12:24pm
10th Aug 2024 12:24pm
Early Morning
I awaken to clattering sounds that stirs my senses in this early morning.
Rising from my covers I commit to physical movement to see what
commences.
The house remains darkened by the morning hour
while I proceed to my office window.
Lighting the desk lamp brings just enough of a glow
to reveal my writing tools, chair, and the adjacent glass to view through.
Upon first touch I get the sensation as the coolness embraces my fingertips.
Clearing the curtain reveals luminant blue casting as elements like white feathers dispense from the sky...
Rising from my covers I commit to physical movement to see what
commences.
The house remains darkened by the morning hour
while I proceed to my office window.
Lighting the desk lamp brings just enough of a glow
to reveal my writing tools, chair, and the adjacent glass to view through.
Upon first touch I get the sensation as the coolness embraces my fingertips.
Clearing the curtain reveals luminant blue casting as elements like white feathers dispense from the sky...
#morning
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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AmyMMosier
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 9:36pm
21st Jul 2024 9:36pm
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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0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 2:17pm
26th Jun 2024 2:17pm
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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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
20th Jun 2024 8:38am
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
218 reads
14 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
16th Jun 2024 3:12am
16th Jun 2024 3:12am
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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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st May 2024 00:05am
31st May 2024 00:05am
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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