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Famous Short Morning Poems

Famous Short Morning Poems. Short Morning Poetry by Famous Poets. A collection of the all-time best Morning short poems

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by Matsuo Basho

The morning glory also

 The morning glory also
turns out
 not to be my friend.

by Matsuo Basho

A snowy morning

 A snowy morning--
by myself,
 chewing on dried salmon.

by Kobayashi Issa

New Years morning

 New Year's morning:
the ducks on the pond
quack and quack.

by Matsuo Basho

Coolness of the melons

 Coolness of the melons
flecked with mud
 in the morning dew.

by Matsuo Basho

A monk sips morning tea

 A monk sips morning tea,
it's quiet,
 the chrysanthemum's flowering.

by Emily Dickinson

Morning is due to all --

 Morning is due to all --
To some -- the Night --
To an imperial few --
The Auroral light.

by Emily Dickinson

When Memory is full

 When Memory is full
Put on the perfect Lid --
This Morning's finest syllable
Presumptuous Evening said --

by Emily Dickinson

Morning that comes but once

 Morning that comes but once,
Considers coming twice --
Two Dawns upon a single Morn,
Make Life a sudden price.

by Emily Dickinson

Morning -- is the place for Dew

 Morning -- is the place for Dew --
Corn -- is made at Noon --
After dinner light -- for flowers --
Dukes -- for Setting Sun!

by Emily Dickinson

Let my first Knowing be of thee

 Let my first Knowing be of thee
With morning's warming Light --
And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns
Engulf thee in the night --

by Emily Dickinson

Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --

 Noon -- is the Hinge of Day --
Evening -- the Tissue Door --
Morning -- the East compelling the sill
Till all the World is ajar --

by Gerard Manley Hopkins

The Wreck Of The Deutschland

 To the 
happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns 
exiles by the Falk Laws 
drowned between midnight and morning of 

by Richard Brautigan

Love Poem

 It's so nice
to wake up in the morning
 all alone
and not have to tell somebody
 you love them
when you don't love them
 any more.

by Edward Lear

J was a jug


was a jug,
So pretty and white,
With fresh water in it
At morning and night.


Nice little jug!

by Bertolt Brecht

To Be Read In The Morning And At Night

 My love
Has told me
That he needs me.
That's why I take good care of myself Watch out where I'm going and Fear that any drop of rain Might kill me.

by Richard Brautigan

December 30

 At 1:30 in the morning a fart 
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed to write this down without my glasses on.

by Omar Khayyam

See! the dawn breaks, and rends night's canopy:

See! the dawn breaks, and rends night's canopy:
Arise! and drain a morning draught with me!
Away with gloom! full many a dawn will break
Looking for us, and we not here to see!

by Omar Khayyam

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultán’s Turret in a Noose of Light.

by Langston Hughes

Walkers With The Dawn

 Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.

by Emily Dickinson

Of this is Day composed

 Of this is Day composed
A morning and a noon
A Revelry unspeakable
And then a gay unknown
Whose Pomps allure and spurn
And dower and deprive
And penury for Glory
Remedilessly leave.

by Charles Bukowski


 one of Lorca's best lines
"agony, always
agony .
" think of this when you kill a cockroach or pick up a razor to shave or awaken in the morning to face the sun.

by Wang Wei

Wei City Song

 Wei City morning rain 
dampens the light dust.
By this inn, green, newly green willows.
I urge you to drink another cup of wine; west of Yang Pass are no old friends.

by Omar Khayyam

The people say, Why not drink somewhat less?

The people say, «Why not drink somewhat less?
What reasons have you for such great excess?»
First, my Love's face, second, my morning draught;
Can there be clearer reasons, now confess?

by Linda Pastan

Petit Dejeuner

 I sing a song
of the croissant
and of the wily French
who trick themselves daily
back to the world
for its sweet ceremony.
Ah to be reeled up into morning on that crisp, buttery hook.

by Emily Dickinson

At last to be identified!

 At last, to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side
The rest of Life to see!

Past Midnight! Past the Morning Star!
Past Sunrise!
Ah, What leagues there were
Between our feet, and Day!