Poems About the Morning Seeking Honest Critique
#morning
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
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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
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ExercisingDemons
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 7:51pm
4th Sep 2024 7:51pm
Along dusty shade I float, squinting
Bright rays set a stage where my shadows play
dark thoughts on a sunny day
Spotlights see my pale weigh
Long clear nights watch me fade away
stuck inside
Dark, grey skies see my bit of shine
Puddles reflect my brave
oughta be pitied spine
I'm often
seen slumping through the rain
wishing for what ain't mine
My brain ain't fine, train ain't flying
Tracks don't lay, my plane is dying
in a station delayed for time
for infinity
Sin...
dark thoughts on a sunny day
Spotlights see my pale weigh
Long clear nights watch me fade away
stuck inside
Dark, grey skies see my bit of shine
Puddles reflect my brave
oughta be pitied spine
I'm often
seen slumping through the rain
wishing for what ain't mine
My brain ain't fine, train ain't flying
Tracks don't lay, my plane is dying
in a station delayed for time
for infinity
Sin...
#morning
#night
#rain #summer
#rain #summer
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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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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
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
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
19th Jun 2024 3:01pm
19th Jun 2024 3:01pm
Ode To Caffeine
When I first heard of you, I didn't know what to expect
There were whispers and discussions and yet…
I was not tempted until that day
You had an accomplice
He said “why don't you try a dopio?”
“A dopio?”
“It's a double shot espresso
it's the only way I keep going for the day
I'm telling you you're gonna feel things you have never felt before”
I thought about it and decided
It's time to stop playing these games and just give you a shot
I went out and paid and had you in my hands
I still looked at...
There were whispers and discussions and yet…
I was not tempted until that day
You had an accomplice
He said “why don't you try a dopio?”
“A dopio?”
“It's a double shot espresso
it's the only way I keep going for the day
I'm telling you you're gonna feel things you have never felt before”
I thought about it and decided
It's time to stop playing these games and just give you a shot
I went out and paid and had you in my hands
I still looked at...
#funny
#morning
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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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Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
4th May 2024 12:03pm
4th May 2024 12:03pm
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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