Best Good Morning Poems
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A soft yellow ember,
the sun is arising
Horizons remember
the smile on your face
Meadowlarks sing
as the morning approaches
The start of a new day
in hues to embrace
Rose petal heavens
with clouds painted cotton
Skies now are yawning
a sapphire glow
Apricot kisses
on dahlias blooming
With northerly breezes
of autumn a ‘flow
Tangerine ribbons
through branches still sleeping
Like stained glass illusions
in robin’s egg blue
Dawn has arrived
in kaleidoscope splendor
It’s colors now whisper
good morning to you
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The sweet breeze through the window
asks nothing as unseen birds call.
It asks nothing of the sun
as it sweeps across yards,
yet it whispers to waking dreams.
My dreams ask,
Did I love too much?
behind my mind’s eye,
visions
and what do they mean
when we give of ourselves
so fully we are spent.
Now I’m alone.
Canadian geese gather
crowding a path along the river
as the day passes,
so consumed with each other
they ignore the mothers
and children who pass.
A ski jet slaps waves,
and the river breathes.
The gaggle whispers among itself,
and nature speaks a language of her own.
Springtime dawns
Springtime dawns
just beyond
the screen door,
across the porch
Dew swept lawn,
emerald weave
shimmering moisture
collecting foot prints
strolling towards
an arched entryway
gingerbread trimmed,
covered in jasmine
alive with rainbow
flutters, prismatic
butterfly wings
partaking of
nature’s pure nectar
Beneath it a
flagstone walkway
abstract stones
assorted shapes
and patterns
meandering through
lavender and hollyhock,
daisies and tulips
and upon it
you and me
hand in hand
watching the sunrise
wash the sky
in floral hued quivers
as we welcome another
beautiful day
of love
Good morning Soupers
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Morning dew melodies whispering soft,
harmonies dream on the wind
Scented illusions of days in the past
and those about to begin
Choruses blooming in amethyst shades,
sweet as the day’s precious glow
Penned in the key of to never forget,
symphonic breezes a’ flow
Beneath a sunrise of violin vistas
precious this garden of song
Petals in piccolo solos are beaming
hoping you will sing along
Listen as marigold arias play
now as the day it does start
Find every note is performed just for you
composed by the love in my heart
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A sky of many colors
comes to greet me on this day
Awash of nature’s palette
is my early dawn display
The heavens form a canvas
as the brushstrokes create art
Along a clear horizon
when the morning comes to start
Pastel painted swirls
gather for the eye to see
If only you could be right here
and share this sight with me
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I know what you are thinking, just another dumb
sunrise poem from Chris’ pen.
But, if you could see what I see out of my
office window most mornings,
you would understand
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She woke with the joy of her yesterday smile,
her eyes opened up to the day
The morning sun rose in its wonderful style,
bright apricot beams on display
Though clouds came to spoil this magical view,
when news on a breeze filtered in
Then darkness her happiness seemed to undo,
as life sent her frowning again
When there on the edge of a whispering stream,
with arms ever opened and wide
As if on a wish someone painted her dream,
he motioned to her, come inside
She took a brief step and then sat for a while,
his friendship just took her away
She no longer needed her yesterday smile,
he brought her a new one today
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Stepping into the morning sunrise,
I leave behind the veil of night.
The sun greets my sleepy eyes,
as the world unfolds before my sight.
The dew freshly coats the waiting ground
with kisses from the loving sky.
As the orchestra of creation sounds,
it's choir of birds sings their lullaby.
What gifts does this morning bring,
will love win the day?
Closer to the Lord I will tightly cling,
till we meet again to pray.
Every day leaves it's footprints
on the heart and on the mind.
And every man his dreams spent,
searching for the treasures the day has left behind.
9/25/18
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I drink from the chalice
in light of the day,
a goblet of crystal
on endless display
Where amethyst rainbows
sing songs in the sand
and sunflower fragrances
walk hand in hand
When happiness touches
each mountain I climb
of heart beat concertos
in three quarter time
As clouded sky warriors
reach for the prize,
then fall to their knees
as the sun starts to rise
I savor the tea leaves
in herbal delight,
in hopes that the wrongs
now become every right
To take in the distance
that I’ve come to know,
if only a dream
where my heart tends to go
I follow the pathway
of lavender rose,
where love is the garden
that forever grows
My thirst now does find
on this journey anew,
my chalice in light of the day
it is you
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I looked for the sun
on the eastern horizon
Waved off the clouds
that now stood in the way
Whispered my thoughts
through the leaves steady falling
Longed for the beauty
of dawn on display
Then like a dream
found the words you had written
Smiled as my day
once again had begun
Wrote a reply in
poetic lines stating
When you are near
there’s no need for the sun
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The waking sun does slowly rise
as dewdrops kiss the lawn
Pastels paint horizon’s smile
in shades of tinted dawn
Oleanders dance the breeze
while shadows come to play
Maples stretch their yawning leaves,
a colorful display
A new day breathes a happy sigh
beneath these skies of blue
Still love is all my eyes can see
each day I look at you
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Good Morning, Starshine
“Good morning, Starshine,” each dawn he would greet
As from feather pillows our eyes would meet
Perhaps you can imagine my surprise
When he was gone when I opened my eyes
Did he forget our anniversary?
Just one year had passed since he’d married me
But as my eyes opened wider that day
I found rose petals upon the bed lay
He’d heard me rising, but he called, “Get back in!”
Bacon’s scent from the kitchen wafted in
In he entered with breakfast on a tray
He retrieved the remote and then pressed “play”
I started to eat, beside me he lay
To watch a film of our wedding day
When I picked up the tea cup, what a shock
There sat a ring with a large diamond rock
Gems were too costly when we got engaged
But seeing this now made my passions rage
Gently my husband always embraced me
But never more than on our first anniversary
* For Francine’s “Good Morning” contest
Open your eyes
If I were there I would caress your heart
with the thread of a silken cocoon
Stitched now as one on the eve of the weary,
bound by the light of the moon
Careful to touch oh so soft as a feather,
gentle as butterfly tears
Keeping you close on the edge of the tomorrow,
shielding your soul from the fears
Dew drop beliefs on the lawn they are waiting,
prisms of lighthearted scenes
Dandelion clouds offer sweet pea protection,
dragonflies float in between
Watching as breezes of painted day whispers
on kite strings of warm summer fire
Sing with the echoes, repeating their sonnet,
offering all you desire
Though all I have is a poet’s conviction,
spilled now in ink penned to share
Hoping on dreams you will rest in the sunrise,
find a few moments to spare
Taking the hand of this forgotten hero,
trusting in him ever true
Open your eyes for a new day is dawning,
written with love just for you
Good morning Soupers
Silent wind chimes
Rain still falls
upon my shoulders,
green leaves slow dance
with crystal droplets
to the enchanting melody of
saturated skies singing,
spider webs wear liquid diamonds,
shimmering chandeliers swaying
like silent wind chimes on the breeze
and puddles act as mirrors
where I see my smile
as I head down a muddy path,
leaving lonely footprints behind,
walking towards the sunny day
that is you
Good morning Soupers
My flower, my precious one
My flower, my precious one
of drifting sunrise and
honeysuckle bloom,
to know your love
is to dream euphoric splendor
amidst dawning shimmers
in morning glory whispers
wafting upon apricot heavens,
to breathe effervescent breezes
flowing across windswept
fields of sunflower petals beneath
enchanting blue skies wishes,
to float endlessly
beyond northern borders and
wavering horizons
of a desperate distant longing . . .
My flower, my precious one,
to know your love
is to know that each new day exists
for only you and me
Good morning Soupers
Often I wonder, is it worth it
Opening my eyes to blurred red numbers each morning,
broken lines of early hour countings,
as gloomed darkness peers through streaked windows
and dusty mini blinds create silent wooden horizons
Groaning, upright now on the edge of the mattress…stretching,
rubbing my face to remove the remnants of last night,
shoving aside the warmth of my faded flannel blanket,
then finding a cold floor giggling at the touch of my naked feet
I recall the dream, my last moments of sleep…weird…real feeling
Aerosmith, a souvenir stand in Wildwood and an iPad
Sketchy but still there (and I wish I were too)
Don’t ask….
I can hear my dogs grunting at the foot of bed
(Probably chasing raccoons in their heads)
What a life, eating, sleeping, no need for love (in that sense),
just a nice pat on the head every once in a while satisfies
Sometimes I guess that is all it takes, all we can hope for…
Still sitting here, yawning…thinking…
Why do I do this each day, every day, the same routine,
the deepest rut, like tire tracks in fresh mud, straight, never ending…
Then, as the tiniest glint of sunlight sifts the tenebrous room
I think of you…my happiness, my everyday purpose and it all becomes clear
Smiling now, I stand and greet this brand new beautiful day…wide awake
Often I wonder, is it worth it...and then I wonder why I wonder
Good morning Soupers