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.
Dawn
In dawn’s soft light before the day,
I find you resting, gently splayed.
Your vulva opens like petals in bloom,
Inviting my tongue to break the room's gloom.
I trace your smoothness, soft and wet,
A honeyed taste I won’t forget.
The slide of my tongue, a slow, sweet dive,
Addictive and tender, making you alive.
You push my head with thighs wrapped tight,
Pulling me closer, craving the bite.
Your body speaks, wanting more,
As I explore deeper, the taste you adore.
Your moans are whispers in the morning glow,
As...
I find you resting, gently splayed.
Your vulva opens like petals in bloom,
Inviting my tongue to break the room's gloom.
I trace your smoothness, soft and wet,
A honeyed taste I won’t forget.
The slide of my tongue, a slow, sweet dive,
Addictive and tender, making you alive.
You push my head with thighs wrapped tight,
Pulling me closer, craving the bite.
Your body speaks, wanting more,
As I explore deeper, the taste you adore.
Your moans are whispers in the morning glow,
As...
#erotic
#morning
#orgasm
#sensual
#sex
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The Tyranny of Dawn
Please let me sleep
I beg the early rays of the sun
just five more minutes
to close my eyes
but dawn answers back
trumpets blaring
Wake up sleepyhead, wake!
I bring you a bright new day
and so, as if against my will
first one eye
and then the other
are pried open by soft morning light
Sighing, I grudgingly accept defeat
watching dew glistening
like diamonds on seas of green
early birds looking for earlier worms
wondering if worker bees
are happy being so busy
I think...
I beg the early rays of the sun
just five more minutes
to close my eyes
but dawn answers back
trumpets blaring
Wake up sleepyhead, wake!
I bring you a bright new day
and so, as if against my will
first one eye
and then the other
are pried open by soft morning light
Sighing, I grudgingly accept defeat
watching dew glistening
like diamonds on seas of green
early birds looking for earlier worms
wondering if worker bees
are happy being so busy
I think...
#coffee
#gratitude
#happiness
#hope
#morning
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Summer Countryside
Summer Countryside
Once alive yet never dead
Children’s spring summertime laughter echoes
In the air and skies overhead
Omnipresent love
Sunshine and breezes
Soft as doves
Morning light
Shining thru windows
Upon meadows warmth
Radiating from above
Flowers in bloom
Fields turning green and brown
Playgrounds full of joy
Till the rise of the new harvest moon
II.
Ghostly sounds echo in the cities
Suburbs and towns
The wind sweeps and howls
To the outskirts ...
Once alive yet never dead
Children’s spring summertime laughter echoes
In the air and skies overhead
Omnipresent love
Sunshine and breezes
Soft as doves
Morning light
Shining thru windows
Upon meadows warmth
Radiating from above
Flowers in bloom
Fields turning green and brown
Playgrounds full of joy
Till the rise of the new harvest moon
II.
Ghostly sounds echo in the cities
Suburbs and towns
The wind sweeps and howls
To the outskirts ...
#fall
#morning
#night #summer
#night #summer
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The Call Of September
This mornin' i woke up nicely shaped, the Fall once more still faithful to its mist.
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops
that adorn the budding grass of September..
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow...
to its chilling mornings,its mystic face, full of unpredictable tomorrows..but
they harbinger good vibes,shining and sparkling in the dew drops
that adorn the budding grass of September..
Cheerful vibes vibrate in the air, with sun rays effortlessly seep thru' the mist
and fall mild and damp on the tender ground..
Gently walking upward, the winds talking, whispering, inspiring a cool theme
on my mind; a pastoral diction in my heart, where the hills follow...
#emotions
#fall
#inspirational
#morning
#motivational
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Along dusty shade I float, squinting
Bright rays set a stage where my shadows play
dark thoughts on a sunny day
Spotlights see my pale weigh
Long clear nights watch me fade away
stuck inside
Dark, grey skies see my bit of shine
Puddles reflect my brave
oughta be pitied spine
I'm often
seen slumping through the rain
wishing for what ain't mine
My brain ain't fine, train ain't flying
Tracks don't lay, my plane is dying
in a station delayed for time
for infinity
Sin...
dark thoughts on a sunny day
Spotlights see my pale weigh
Long clear nights watch me fade away
stuck inside
Dark, grey skies see my bit of shine
Puddles reflect my brave
oughta be pitied spine
I'm often
seen slumping through the rain
wishing for what ain't mine
My brain ain't fine, train ain't flying
Tracks don't lay, my plane is dying
in a station delayed for time
for infinity
Sin...
#morning
#night
#rain #summer
#rain #summer
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In the morning
In the morning
Across the land far and wide
Shines the great god in the skies
His wrath in distant storm clouds
Rumbles and flashes
Undisguised
Pain and anguish
Of the night
Into the air burns
The vanished rainbow
Of my dreams delight
Across the land far and wide
Shines the great god in the skies
His wrath in distant storm clouds
Rumbles and flashes
Undisguised
Pain and anguish
Of the night
Into the air burns
The vanished rainbow
Of my dreams delight
#beauty
#morning
#nature
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Nirvana
It isn't much
no sounding alarms
aiding my bones
to rise up
the kettle boils,
I step outside into
the garden letting
everything unfold,
if there is a nirvana
it sounds like birdsong
as I close my eyes
inhaling through
my nose,
it looks like the
breaking of a
new day
as song thrush
bares witness to
tears meeting
my beige
patio
it was the most
peaceful song
I have ever
heard.
no sounding alarms
aiding my bones
to rise up
the kettle boils,
I step outside into
the garden letting
everything unfold,
if there is a nirvana
it sounds like birdsong
as I close my eyes
inhaling through
my nose,
it looks like the
breaking of a
new day
as song thrush
bares witness to
tears meeting
my beige
patio
it was the most
peaceful song
I have ever
heard.
#LifeCycle
#morning
#vulnerability
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Early Morning
I awaken to clattering sounds that stirs my senses in this early morning.
Rising from my covers I commit to physical movement to see what
commences.
The house remains darkened by the morning hour
while I proceed to my office window.
Lighting the desk lamp brings just enough of a glow
to reveal my writing tools, chair, and the adjacent glass to view through.
Upon first touch I get the sensation as the coolness embraces my fingertips.
Clearing the curtain reveals luminant blue casting as elements like white feathers dispense from the sky...
Rising from my covers I commit to physical movement to see what
commences.
The house remains darkened by the morning hour
while I proceed to my office window.
Lighting the desk lamp brings just enough of a glow
to reveal my writing tools, chair, and the adjacent glass to view through.
Upon first touch I get the sensation as the coolness embraces my fingertips.
Clearing the curtain reveals luminant blue casting as elements like white feathers dispense from the sky...
#morning
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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By the Salish Sea
Vancouver Island in the morning
across the Salish Sea
in the haze of summer's dawning
as I'm drinking tea
contemplating what's before me -
a ship goes sailing by,
gulls are screeching more and more the
unanswered question why
the noise, do they see something
that I cannot see
perhaps an eagle, still there's nothing
visible to me
except the water lap lap lapping
gently on the shore
something somewhere must have happened
always there us more
going on in what's surrounding
than anyone...
across the Salish Sea
in the haze of summer's dawning
as I'm drinking tea
contemplating what's before me -
a ship goes sailing by,
gulls are screeching more and more the
unanswered question why
the noise, do they see something
that I cannot see
perhaps an eagle, still there's nothing
visible to me
except the water lap lap lapping
gently on the shore
something somewhere must have happened
always there us more
going on in what's surrounding
than anyone...
#morning
#nature
#sea
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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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Morning Light
extraordinary light is pouring
from the morning sky
onto the ocean ever more in
waves as photons fly
through the space that's in between
the distant Sun and Earth
flowing in an endless stream
to create the birth
of consciousness in all the beings
everywhere around
by the shore including me in
this place in which we're found
coalescing thoughts and feelings
at the start of a new day
in morning light with its appealing
shimmering on the bay
transcendental, mesmerizing
touched by the...
from the morning sky
onto the ocean ever more in
waves as photons fly
through the space that's in between
the distant Sun and Earth
flowing in an endless stream
to create the birth
of consciousness in all the beings
everywhere around
by the shore including me in
this place in which we're found
coalescing thoughts and feelings
at the start of a new day
in morning light with its appealing
shimmering on the bay
transcendental, mesmerizing
touched by the...
#morning
#sun
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On Waking
You must have known
I was sleeping naked
The spare key,
I guess it wasn't hard to find
I thought it was a dream
but I opened my eyes
to that feeling
And that gentle bounce
guiding me deeper
And I thought,
such a wise girl
to treat me to that
Wake me right
sneaking in at night
Firing off the day
that perfect way
I was sleeping naked
The spare key,
I guess it wasn't hard to find
I thought it was a dream
but I opened my eyes
to that feeling
And that gentle bounce
guiding me deeper
And I thought,
such a wise girl
to treat me to that
Wake me right
sneaking in at night
Firing off the day
that perfect way
#morning
#sex
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DU Poetry : Morning Poems