Long Poems About the Morning
#morning
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 4:17am
26th Nov 2024 4:17am
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
78 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 5:22am
7th Nov 2024 5:22am
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
45 reads
0 Comments
sharadejahan
sharad
sharad
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 11:11am
3rd Oct 2024 11:11am
Dough and Desire
#erotic
#morning
#romantic
#sensual
#sex
401 reads
8 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 12:12pm
29th Dec 2023 12:12pm
Beyond The Old Stone Bridge
I sprang forth like a Geyser, outside and up onto the mountain.i got that eager whim coming from a tweeter outside my house,a chirping call in jocund vibes cast a spell on me
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
From home, at dawn's dawning beam, as the sun still dozing behind the line, like an invitaton to scan and span the whole lands of the hills, passing over the old bridge, the moment stood still, time froze like a snap shot from long ago eons, black and white, as the mist with its heavy weight lays its thick cloak on the distant hills, swallowing the green pine forest like an ogre would...
#winter
#morning
#dawn
144 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
26th Dec 2023 10:30am
26th Dec 2023 10:30am
the past re visited
the past revisited
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
He was going back to his home in a tiny village from
where people congregated living close together and professed to hate it, the absence of war had cost the country dearly, and unemployment was high, like the enforced idleness had made people apathetic
there were no cars on the road, petrol was too expensive
for people, as was electricity to recharge batteries
how the situation was in other countries, no one knew as the fabled internet was forbidden
it had it was said
a bad influence on the young who believed the rubbish ...
#fall
#spring
#morning
#night
#dawn
117 reads
1 Comment
shadow_starzzz
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 00:02am
13th Oct 2021 00:02am
Corridor Conversations
He’s not that much older than me, however, he’s still old enough to know better. In one word, he’s greasy. He slicks his hair back with hair products, and his cologne isn’t subtle, it’s so overpowering that I wanna stand a few metres away.
I knew I should’ve kept walking, and not made eye contact because he always pulls me up in the corridor. Blah ! He’s the married guy that flirts with all the women in the workplace, and he makes me cringe.
He’s not a direct report of mine and he’s not at the same level but he asserts himself as though we are, and his demeanour comes...
I knew I should’ve kept walking, and not made eye contact because he always pulls me up in the corridor. Blah ! He’s the married guy that flirts with all the women in the workplace, and he makes me cringe.
He’s not a direct report of mine and he’s not at the same level but he asserts himself as though we are, and his demeanour comes...
#morning
345 reads
5 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
21st May 2021 2:38pm
21st May 2021 2:38pm
new day dawning
octoroon night,
astonished skies
buried in deep-
veiled assonance:
what now thy plight,
as shadows rise
above thy steep-
inked arrogance!
shimmering light
to ostracise
the ills that sleep
in dissonance,
launch now thy flight,
...
astonished skies
buried in deep-
veiled assonance:
what now thy plight,
as shadows rise
above thy steep-
inked arrogance!
shimmering light
to ostracise
the ills that sleep
in dissonance,
launch now thy flight,
...
#dark
#morning
#redemption
#fear
#dawn
402 reads
0 Comments
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 12:43pm
6th Apr 2021 12:43pm
Good Morning
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#morning
#sleep
1102 reads
2 Comments
Italianstallion
Patrick C.
Patrick C.
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2021 1:26am
2nd Jan 2021 1:26am
The morning
#sex
#morning
539 reads
1 Comment
theyrejustwords
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2020 4:19pm
2nd Dec 2020 4:19pm
Sunny spot on the deck
I could sit in this moment
and watch world go by.
I could stay
in this sunny spot on the deck
before the rest of the world wakes up
and let time move through me.
Except the neighbors baby
Who cries and cries and cries to be helped.
Cries for someone to fix what hurts without knowing what it means to hurt.
How I want
so badly to yell “baby! It’s okay, baby. You will find peace, baby!”
I want so badly to share with them
this feeling of stillness.
To carry them into my state of serenity.
I didn’t know...
and watch world go by.
I could stay
in this sunny spot on the deck
before the rest of the world wakes up
and let time move through me.
Except the neighbors baby
Who cries and cries and cries to be helped.
Cries for someone to fix what hurts without knowing what it means to hurt.
How I want
so badly to yell “baby! It’s okay, baby. You will find peace, baby!”
I want so badly to share with them
this feeling of stillness.
To carry them into my state of serenity.
I didn’t know...
#morning
#denial
#SelfDiscovery
#bittersweet
#StreamOfConsciousness
410 reads
4 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
20th Oct 2020 2:34pm
20th Oct 2020 2:34pm
The Difference
There is, in the morning, a discreet moment when I become aware of my existence. Wrapped snug in blankets, the covers and the sheets. Body heat trapped making me warm as a bale of hay beyond comfortable. I wonder if I am still alive, the haziness in my brain keeping me from clear consciousness. I lie in suspended animation as though an angel has whispered in my ear, "Come with me." and takes me by the hand leading me away to where I can see heaven sitting upon a not so distant hill. It shines like the sun and I can hear the angels and the saints singing and I want more than anything to go...
#dreams
#morning
#sleep #nightmares
#sleep #nightmares
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goldenmyst
Poem Published
7th Jul 2020 6:19am
7th Jul 2020 6:19am
Orange Grove
Orange Grove
My lover woman, Rowena is upgrading her R.N. license to a Nurse Practitioner. I am studying for my B.S. in hotel, restaurant, and tourism. We enrolled to wait until the job market improves.
Rowena and I take a job harvesting oranges in Plaquemines Parish down the river from New Orleans. We need extra cash between semesters. We bask in an Indian Summer day. I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this December afternoon. Our sun-kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the grove. We giggle with delight under bright blue skies. Birds sail overhead, their...
My lover woman, Rowena is upgrading her R.N. license to a Nurse Practitioner. I am studying for my B.S. in hotel, restaurant, and tourism. We enrolled to wait until the job market improves.
Rowena and I take a job harvesting oranges in Plaquemines Parish down the river from New Orleans. We need extra cash between semesters. We bask in an Indian Summer day. I breathe in the fragrance of oranges on this December afternoon. Our sun-kissed bodies pass ghostlike through the grove. We giggle with delight under bright blue skies. Birds sail overhead, their...
#dreams
#morning
#night
#spiritual
#sensual
446 reads
2 Comments
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