Best Morn Poems

Early Morn On The Old Farm

tomcat cat fast asleep
new house painted darkest of greens
old sun drenched, low-weeping willow
young black dog awakens
eager dawn, stretches its new legs
(1.) (living scene), no rhyme

Robert J. Lindley, 3-17-2000
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(1.) (living scene), no rhyme
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To Kiss Each Morn, Color Outside The Lines

Once each day brought, only torturous pain
as dull axe, slow cutting against hard grain
Dawn cast shadows that this life did so curse
making me as a rock, in pauper's purse
Yet poetic soul swore to one day heal
to again dance...

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We awoke
to a bleak Christmas day.
Fog had stolen the magic away.
Dawn was broken and could not rise up to greet us.
Still we sang out joyfully with gratitude to the heavens.
Our song was heard, the fog lifted, and morning’s enchantment poured down golden.

(Theme #1: Cat Steven's...

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Magenta was the sky this morn

Magenta was the sky this morn as I approached the day
Ominous of clouded rose in petal’d full array
Quietly it called to me in whispers on the wind
A fragrance pure, so sweet its touch now falls upon my skin

Engulfed in life’s...

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When Sweet And Soft Morn No Longer Calls Out,
Dedicated to my dear friend, Connie Marcum Wong

When heart is broken, ocean is drained
All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained
Dawn brings epic sorrows, no real relief
Ripped and torn, shattered some beliefs
Midnight moon casts down that terrible blue
Everything...

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Spring's First Morn, Promise Of Those Rising Seeds

When seeking beauty, 'tis the rose I choose
Its flaming reds, 'oft love and truth infuse
And so reminds fine poetry of Keats
Or delicious taste of chocolate sweets
Yet dawn's sweet awakening Shelley sings
That flowers are the purest Heart of Spring!

But...

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the aura of day
appears on the horizon
a new morning breaks

As sun peeks through my window pane
and song birds sing their morning hymn
that echo of the day’s refrain
as sun peeks through my window pane.
With hues of amber pink attain
today the sky is dressed so prim;
as sun...

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As You Have Your Cup Of Joe, Each New Morn

As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born
See those gleaming rays sun casts in its glow
For this world does daily its splendor show.

If you want more,...

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The fire pit has been made
The kindling has been laid
The match was put to the dry, dry wood
And the flames began to play

The fire now is burning bright
The coffee pot is on
It is the way to start the day
On this cloudy, misty morn

The quiet of...

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cotton candy swirls
dabbed onto an azure sky. . . 
sweet brushstrokes of dawn

through green velvet fields
a country lane meanders. . .
dew paints the lilacs

where the dirt lane ends
leafy trees shade a cottage. . . 
fawns serenely pose


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Rare Cooking This Fine Morn

To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats
Or spiced casseroles of ink-piggy feats?
Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy.
Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy!

Experience new dishes, of rare flavor
Spread like butterfly wings upon glazed ham.
Pour tasty hot liquid words to...

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Dawn gently woke the sun on this summer morn
He yawned with splayed fingers of tepid light
dappling brown cattails along the river's bank
and gilded the wings of mosquito hawks in flight


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Through morning moisture
The mist reveals the changing
Green life to ochres





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In quietude of early dawn she stood on Easter Day,
where rested now her dearest son too early passed away.

As light’s first rays peeled shadows from the grave’s cold marbled stone,
she leaned and whispered into wind her words of sorrow sown.

“I’ll never see his face again!”...

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How the morn wakens with life,

   to tether a sleepy soul

   with simple delights;

The manna lights upon the land,

   the swell of the sun ballooning 

   like some prim-adonna,

A starling to lead teasing to treetops 

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