Poems About the Morning Published by Members Recently Online
#morning
Penguinphile
Ab.C.
Ab.C.
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 12:43pm
6th Apr 2021 12:43pm
Good Morning
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#morning
#sleep
1062 reads
2 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
1062 reads
2 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
1062 reads
2 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
1062 reads
2 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
1062 reads
2 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
116 reads
2 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
116 reads
2 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
116 reads
2 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
116 reads
2 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
116 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 2:09pm
8th Aug 2023 2:09pm
Sorority
The moon was paired by Jove today,
Almost at meridian height,
Just as the night was dying away
In the glory of first morning light.
And beholding this in our backyard
Was myself and my two eyes
As moonbeams were by daylight barred
From the ever brightening skies.
Then the last to fade was Jupiter
When Aurora took Apollos's reigns
And the Moon's fat crescent smiled at her,
As colleague welkin suzerains,
Exchanging looks as each understood...
Their twilight was a sisterhood.
Almost at meridian height,
Just as the night was dying away
In the glory of first morning light.
And beholding this in our backyard
Was myself and my two eyes
As moonbeams were by daylight barred
From the ever brightening skies.
Then the last to fade was Jupiter
When Aurora took Apollos's reigns
And the Moon's fat crescent smiled at her,
As colleague welkin suzerains,
Exchanging looks as each understood...
Their twilight was a sisterhood.
#summer
#morning
#night #dawn
#night #dawn
183 reads
2 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 2:09pm
8th Aug 2023 2:09pm
Sorority
The moon was paired by Jove today,
Almost at meridian height,
Just as the night was dying away
In the glory of first morning light.
And beholding this in our backyard
Was myself and my two eyes
As moonbeams were by daylight barred
From the ever brightening skies.
Then the last to fade was Jupiter
When Aurora took Apollos's reigns
And the Moon's fat crescent smiled at her,
As colleague welkin suzerains,
Exchanging looks as each understood...
Their twilight was a sisterhood.
Almost at meridian height,
Just as the night was dying away
In the glory of first morning light.
And beholding this in our backyard
Was myself and my two eyes
As moonbeams were by daylight barred
From the ever brightening skies.
Then the last to fade was Jupiter
When Aurora took Apollos's reigns
And the Moon's fat crescent smiled at her,
As colleague welkin suzerains,
Exchanging looks as each understood...
Their twilight was a sisterhood.
#summer
#morning
#night #dawn
#night #dawn
183 reads
2 Comments
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