Least Read Poems About the Morning
#morning
Jack Frost
Twas an early December morn.
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window.
Weaving my breaths...
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window.
Weaving my breaths...
#morning
#night
#winter
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Here and Now
It took a lot to get to here
Sweat runs down the day laborer
Sleeps in the sun while all are moving
Drops her off to school to go back to sleep
Turning in the covers thoughts win me over
Can’t sleep thinking with my brain turned off
She ends her day of learning my dreams go to sleep dreaming
Back in the soil of everyday life
Brain can’t sleep my body suffers
Back in the soil of everyday life
Brain can’t sleep my body suffers that
Dreams are heaven when you’re laying down ...
Sweat runs down the day laborer
Sleeps in the sun while all are moving
Drops her off to school to go back to sleep
Turning in the covers thoughts win me over
Can’t sleep thinking with my brain turned off
She ends her day of learning my dreams go to sleep dreaming
Back in the soil of everyday life
Brain can’t sleep my body suffers
Back in the soil of everyday life
Brain can’t sleep my body suffers that
Dreams are heaven when you’re laying down ...
#morning
#night
#passion
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A Day Of Consequence
I woke up late this morning, alarm’s silent call,
And scrambled through chaos, the house bore it all.
In haste, I ran wild, made a mess as I sped,
Rushing to work while I felt like the dead.
Missed the bus because I’d forgotten my phone,
Had to run back, feeling cold to the bone.
Late to my office I got a angry stare,
For a day going south, it was too much to bear.
In a foul mood I shouted, at people who I knew,
Leaving me colder, alone with the blue.
And worse it became, as my troubles amassed,
Thinking two clocks...
And scrambled through chaos, the house bore it all.
In haste, I ran wild, made a mess as I sped,
Rushing to work while I felt like the dead.
Missed the bus because I’d forgotten my phone,
Had to run back, feeling cold to the bone.
Late to my office I got a angry stare,
For a day going south, it was too much to bear.
In a foul mood I shouted, at people who I knew,
Leaving me colder, alone with the blue.
And worse it became, as my troubles amassed,
Thinking two clocks...
#morning
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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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fireflies singing
i heard
the fireflies
singing,
their
lights,
flames
burning
into
the night,
stars
watch
with their
sighs,
and then
silence,
the dawn
comes,
fills the
morning,
the sun
like
incense
for
the skin.
the fireflies
singing,
their
lights,
flames
burning
into
the night,
stars
watch
with their
sighs,
and then
silence,
the dawn
comes,
fills the
morning,
the sun
like
incense
for
the skin.
#morning
#night
#sky
#stars
#sun
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Slumberous Interruptus
If it were crash or dash
Earthquake or Thunder
Even some quick cash
I would not feel torn asunder
If it were jubilations shared
Or crisis concerned and met
Liberations finalized
Maybe even a sweet new pet
Any above would be welcomed to wake
Without some life would be too hard to take
But to awaken to such ...
A soft breath on my skin at rest
Silken tresses splaying on my rising chest
A hand tracing my brow with delicate fingertips
A sigh escaping past long neglected juicy lips
Legs...
Earthquake or Thunder
Even some quick cash
I would not feel torn asunder
If it were jubilations shared
Or crisis concerned and met
Liberations finalized
Maybe even a sweet new pet
Any above would be welcomed to wake
Without some life would be too hard to take
But to awaken to such ...
A soft breath on my skin at rest
Silken tresses splaying on my rising chest
A hand tracing my brow with delicate fingertips
A sigh escaping past long neglected juicy lips
Legs...
#love
#romantic
#morning
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light snowing
what
winter
garments
she wore,
how tender
a kiss, her
light snow,
over what
was
widespread
and revealing
beneath,
a confession,
expression,
slowly
recorded.
winter
garments
she wore,
how tender
a kiss, her
light snow,
over what
was
widespread
and revealing
beneath,
a confession,
expression,
slowly
recorded.
#morning
#nature
#sky
#snow
#winter
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PURE HUMMING BIRD JOY (PURE HUMMING BIRD WAY) (11-24-2024, Palm Springs, California)
upon reopening my eyes
after only twenty five minutes
this morning
of my perfectly imperfect
as usual
sitting in stillness
zen meditation
where now here
in these first few moments
of my heart centered
peaceful
open being s
return
while serenely
looking back out
with all my senses
and heart
now more widely open
at this newly unfolding
beautifully flowing ...
after only twenty five minutes
this morning
of my perfectly imperfect
as usual
sitting in stillness
zen meditation
where now here
in these first few moments
of my heart centered
peaceful
open being s
return
while serenely
looking back out
with all my senses
and heart
now more widely open
at this newly unfolding
beautifully flowing ...
#fall
#morning
#nature
#SelfReflection
#uplifting
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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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the sun is tired
how
the sun
seems
tired,
i watched
as it
traveled
past my
window,
it marches
from
morning
to dark,
its eyes
flutter,
tired
in body
and thought,
it
relinquishes
the night
to the
moon.
the sun
seems
tired,
i watched
as it
traveled
past my
window,
it marches
from
morning
to dark,
its eyes
flutter,
tired
in body
and thought,
it
relinquishes
the night
to the
moon.
#moon
#morning
#night
#sky
#sun
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Morning Fog
Fog seldom settles over this small city,
At times it pauses in early morning hours
to listen to the tranquil cooing
of pottering pigeons.
The shadowed sky appears comatose
as it breeds an air of dissolution
against the hypnotic setting
of a sleeping city.
Citizens awaken to the pale glow of mid-dawn.
The sky which had harbored
the heavy, leaden fog
now leaves only a whisper of grey
as evidence of its existence.
At times it pauses in early morning hours
to listen to the tranquil cooing
of pottering pigeons.
The shadowed sky appears comatose
as it breeds an air of dissolution
against the hypnotic setting
of a sleeping city.
Citizens awaken to the pale glow of mid-dawn.
The sky which had harbored
the heavy, leaden fog
now leaves only a whisper of grey
as evidence of its existence.
#morning
#nature
#sky
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