Morning Poems
#morning
Morning poems about the start of the day, the time between midnight and noon. Morning poems about sunrise, waking up and beginning a brand new day.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 00:53am
25th Jan 2025 00:53am
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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3 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 00:30am
19th Jan 2025 00:30am
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
59 reads
9 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 5:22pm
15th Jan 2025 5:22pm
Coffee and women
I drink coffee black...
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
I like my women dark, too!
Strong coffee and
...plump and playful on my palette.
Both get me perky...
Coming and going...
bedroom and bathroom.
Just a touch of sweetness.
I like my coffee and my women...
piping hot! Can't get enough of
the taste and...the heat!!!
Mmmmmmmm!
A pleasure to wake up!
#coffee
#morning
#women
172 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 10:41am
11th Jan 2025 10:41am
bird in her nest
look up,
high up,
hid from
the
summer
heat
in the
treetop's
shadow,
there is
a small
nest,
i see
bright
feathers
half hid,
the bird
is
composed
within,
her mind
on an
upcoming
journey,
then she
disappears
into a
silent
evening.
high up,
hid from
the
summer
heat
in the
treetop's
shadow,
there is
a small
nest,
i see
bright
feathers
half hid,
the bird
is
composed
within,
her mind
on an
upcoming
journey,
then she
disappears
into a
silent
evening.
#birds
#morning
#summer #trees
#summer #trees
107 reads
4 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 00:10am
10th Jan 2025 00:10am
into warmer weather
the morning
hours
rakes into
the day,
and each
moment
endures
nonstop
strands of
another
winter
season,
but inching
its way
into warmer
weather.
hours
rakes into
the day,
and each
moment
endures
nonstop
strands of
another
winter
season,
but inching
its way
into warmer
weather.
#morning
#spring
#winter
81 reads
6 Comments
Villev
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 3:36pm
6th Jan 2025 3:36pm
Morning Snow
Snowed in
Natures house arrest
Warm cider
Picture perfect
Kind of day
Sunshine and silent snowfall
Gleaming ice
Wind wisping our troubles away
Natures house arrest
Warm cider
Picture perfect
Kind of day
Sunshine and silent snowfall
Gleaming ice
Wind wisping our troubles away
#morning
#snow
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1 Comment
Villev
Poem Published
1st Jan 2025 2:56pm
1st Jan 2025 2:56pm
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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0 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 6:27am
14th Dec 2024 6:27am
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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Shon
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
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. ...
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. ...
#morning
#night
#winter
80 reads
2 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 8:47am
8th Dec 2024 8:47am
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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6 Comments
goodwolf1966
jimmy
jimmy
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 1:28pm
4th Dec 2024 1:28pm
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
83 reads
4 Comments
cinnamongirl031
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 3:37am
29th Nov 2024 3:37am
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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4 Comments
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