Least Read Poems About the Morning
#morning
dregs
the table was broken
on its last legs
a lifetime of breakfasts
runny eggs
on its last legs
a lifetime of breakfasts
runny eggs
#morning
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a slight cool breeze
as winter
came near,
i stowed
my aging
bones
safely away
from
the cold,
and close
to huddling
near my
gas heater,
all tidied
to the
warmth
inside,
but as
the day
turned
satisfactory,
i wandered
outside
until
a slight
cool breeze
blew my
thoughts
away from
fresh air
and
sunshine,
now back
into my
covered
and heated
sanctuary.
came near,
i stowed
my aging
bones
safely away
from
the cold,
and close
to huddling
near my
gas heater,
all tidied
to the
warmth
inside,
but as
the day
turned
satisfactory,
i wandered
outside
until
a slight
cool breeze
blew my
thoughts
away from
fresh air
and
sunshine,
now back
into my
covered
and heated
sanctuary.
#morning
#nature
#wind
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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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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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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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Fog
wintry morning sun
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
--R K Singh
lost in a layer of fog
shells of broken eggs
--R K Singh
#morning
#winter
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ennui
it will be sunday again in the
morning I’ll
get up, have a cup of tea, read the paper,
roll a
cigarette, make some toast and
get dressed
eventually
it will be monday
morning I’ll
get up, have a cup of tea, read the paper,
roll a
cigarette, make some toast and
get dressed
eventually
it will be monday
#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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Skywatchers
The first hint of light
And the new day has begun
In the shadows of the sun
Beneath cosmic illumination
Piercing through the clouds
Forests and windows
As the mornings breath
In the air gently blows
Lonely is the night
Yet no one is alone
Witnesses of the new moon
Sometimes bright
Always fading soon
And the new day has begun
In the shadows of the sun
Beneath cosmic illumination
Piercing through the clouds
Forests and windows
As the mornings breath
In the air gently blows
Lonely is the night
Yet no one is alone
Witnesses of the new moon
Sometimes bright
Always fading soon
#dawn
#morning
#night
#sky
#sun
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Antemeridian
She was a wee slip of a thing
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
hanging low in the trees;
a coquette on a wild fling
yet eager to appease.
It was quick like silver she came
and just as quickly went,
like a wispy alchemist flame
that heaven gently sent.
Breaking day wouldn't let her be
so soon she'd disappear,
to blend in morning liberty
with daybreak atmosphere.
She went to kiss her darling sun
to feel young and new
before she once again got spun...
into the midnight blue!
#dawn
#moon
#morning #sun
#morning #sun
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