Least Read Poems About the Morning
#morning
Heart_of_Stone
Rachela
Rachela
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 9:08pm
3rd Apr 2024 9:08pm
Some Days
Some days just suck
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world
Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around
Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road
Some days just suck
if only I...
and won't let me off of bed,
pulling my comforter up, tucking feet in tight,
my down alternative filled castle walls
protecting me from the world
Some days I'm sick of coffee,
that morning shot of instant positivity,
thinking bah humbug,
the world needs to deal with me
and not the other way around
Some days I just want to cry,
if only I knew why,
crying for homeless people,
or maybe everybody being mean
oh, that poor flattened squirrel on the road
Some days just suck
if only I...
#morning
#apathy
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1 Comment
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 8:53am
8th Apr 2024 8:53am
beautiful early morning
i wanted
to fly,
climb, an
afterthought
of pleasure,
stages of
my life,
sort these
light
and dark
moments,
let me
hang
headfirst out
every window,
let me
sing enough
beside you
just before
i fell
to sleep
again.
to fly,
climb, an
afterthought
of pleasure,
stages of
my life,
sort these
light
and dark
moments,
let me
hang
headfirst out
every window,
let me
sing enough
beside you
just before
i fell
to sleep
again.
#sun
#sky
#morning #nature
#morning #nature
45 reads
6 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2020 7:19am
23rd Nov 2020 7:19am
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
47 reads
4 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
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2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Sep 2023 00:00am
16th Sep 2023 00:00am
warning signs are all there
wake up with a start and throw off
the quilt and with my dressing gown belt trailing head for the stairs will be the death of me one of these days ..
the quilt and with my dressing gown belt trailing head for the stairs will be the death of me one of these days ..
#morning
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1 Comment
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