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
New Poetry form, Lind68868
(1.) (living scene), no rhyme
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New poetry form Lind68868
New poetry form: Must describe either 1. a living scene (one that is poetically possible to see), 2. a comparative thought, 3. or a dream.
Poem must list which of the three- this example is number 1.
Poem must have a Title
Syllable count must be 6,8,8,6,8
Must be 5 lines of verse.
May be rhymed or written with no rhyme
Note:
Yesterday, I found 6 of these poems in this new poetry form I created, written on a single page in one of my old poetry journals.
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 well and truest love feel
To climb a tall mountain and take new flight
light hope's candles, bath in beautiful sight.
As a reborn soul, watch flowers soft blow
await midnight moon, see its wondrous glow
Be a true gift to family and friends
gaze above while making sincere amends
Hear music that sweetest dreams so oft play
humbly bow my head as I kneel to pray
Enjoy echoes of morn's first rooster crow
beg again a shot from Cupid's love bow.
Taste the wine of love and its first soft kiss
recall her smile and all of her I miss
Walk again forested path to our lake
repeat our youthful vows, never forsake
Romance that gave treasures and immense joy
hold firm to a love, life can not destroy
To kiss each morn, color outside the lines
stay on faithful path, pay heed to pure signs.
Robert J. Lindley, 8-13-2019
Rhyme, ( Love, Romance And Greater Wisdom Once Found )
By robertjlindley
© 2019 robertjlindley (All rights reserved)
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 "Morning Has Broken")
Written Dec. 20, 2014 by Andrea Dietrich
For the Enchantment Through Prism Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
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 sad even shining new.
When heart is broken, ocean is drained
All becomes sad-blue, all life is stained
When sweet and soft morn no longer calls out
And life cries for hope, with dark mourning shout
Hours flow forth like whimpering aches of day
All the green blades of grass seem morbid gray
Hurt promises to let other shoe drop
And mind wonders shall this agony stop.
Robert J, Lindley, 9-14-2022
Sonnet
Born from a poet's heart that has seen too much sorrow and loss.
Dedicated to those lost. And to my dear friend Connie Marcum.
I truly think she would have loved this one.
As she saw the merits in sad, dark and truth in life should be represented in poetry.
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 serenity, so overwhelmed with fear
A brush of fate in simple terms as if the end were near
I stood to bare my feelings now a swirl in my mind
In hopes of some off distant dream so soon would come to find
Counting off the many tasks which brought me to this place
The reasons that did hold the time my sequence now did waste
Lost of any angered tears when captured on my brow
To cry, if it has come to be, then let it find me now
On my knees, the summer ground is warming to my touch
With gathered hands to here my chest, this future I do clutch
Loneliness companions me though still of wandered hope
I pray that what will come before my soul shall bear to cope
When suddenly a light appears, a magic in its sheen
A softer glow, this lightened mist of heaven’s tangerine
To touch upon the darkness in a spirit calling true
In witness to the morning sun that feeds the skies of blue
My heart beats now elated in a dance of utter bliss
As memories of long ago, I find they do exist
The rising sun to spill its charm in beacons shone above
This warmth I feel, rekindled flame, aglow within your love
The doubt did come of weakened state, a mind that was unclear
A hollow moment filtered in through thoughts of you not near
Alas the dreams of only one now obvious of two
For on this day, the rising sun, brings me the love of you
Good morning Soupers
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 peeks through my window pane,
and song birds sing their morning hymn.
the bright sun rises
and shows his face to the world
the day comes to life
As sun appears above the bay,
I walk along the sandy shore,
and watch the gulls soar o’er the cay
as sun appears above the bay.
The beach, when kissed by waves, display
an essence of the world’s rapport.
As sun appears above the bay,
I walk along the sandy shore.
nature is alive
with the sun high in the sky
and the whole world sings
May 22, 2018
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 mind cries out, what of the yellow rose
Can it dance in the image that you chose
Shout out its songs, as does a meadow lark
Express its glory- vanquish the deep dark
Will aura of soft rose thy heart imbue
That beauty and truth spirit 'oft renews?
When Spring's waking heart, radiant truth shows
Dare we ignore majesty of the rose
And awakening, its beauty inspires
Blossoming spark that sets anew love's fires
How such sights sears into ones heart and mind
Essence of Life and a soul true and kind?
Spring's first morn, promise of those rising seeds
Joy of flowers that a soul often needs
Wafting aromatic smell, sunlit rose
So pleases the eyes, delights eager nose
Inspiring beauty in its soft splendor
Sings of Love and Kisses sweet and tender!
https://www.howmanysyllables.com/syllable_counter/
5-23- 2021
Syllables counted by,
The Most Beautiful Flowers You've Seen Blossoming,
This Spring So Far, Poetry Contest.
Sponsored by: M. L. Kiser
Awarded first place..
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, try to hear birds singing
For Mother Nature her gift is bringing
Greater joy and beauty that pleases man
As was its call and in God's divine plan.
As day flows forth with its many treasures
Consider Love's gifts, its deepest pleasures
Under soft moon and with her heart so true
Give thanks for sweet kisses as they accrue.
As you have your cup of Joe, each new morn.
Think of Life as dawn in glory is born.
Robert J. Lindley, 9-29-2019
Sonnet, ( Early Morn, Drinking Coffee, Watching The Birds Play )
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 the darkened night
Flowed back thru greyish mounds
The moon was playing hide and seek
With drifting wispy clouds
A shadow blanketed the camp again
Closing out the morning light
The breeze then chased a leaf down hill
Like a windblown handmade kite
The icy hued moon was sliding
It soon would leave our sight
The hope for sun should soon come about
From this sharp and frosty night
And from the sky quite unexpectedly
Came rain drops as big as grapes
It pattered through the shroud of trees
A whooshing sound it makes
The raindrops hit the burning logs
With a hissing reptile sound
That caused an apparition of pure-white smoke
To eerily hug the ground
As fast as the rain began to fall
It just as quickly did dismiss
And lanching shafts of sunlight
Replaced the lingering patchy mist
The sleepy woodlands did then awake
To the grandeur of a brand new dawn
And flitting through that peerless sky
The birds began their morning song!
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
For Gail Doyle's A Scenery Of Your Choice As An Artist Poetry Contest
Used now for 'EARLY SEPTEMBER PREMIERE CONTEST any form,any theme,max of 25 lines' Poetry Contest of Brian Strand
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 thus savor
Bluebird wings sprinkled in blackberry jam!
What ? No essays, delightful adverb desserts?
No pans of Poe-like raven-baked pies
Yes! And add in boiled rhymes and magpie tales
Booming baked echoes of Mobydick whales!
What next? Fiction, tasty mysterious spurts?
With deep fried fish and red-button from shirts.
What taste? Tonight toasted Spanish serenade
With sweetest Sangria spice red Kool-Aid!
To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats
Or spiced casserole of ink-piggy feats?
Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy.
Chinese fried rice with steamed adjective soy!
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, Lin 10/11
Syllable count
11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10 0 11 10 11 10
Total # Syllables: 223
Total # Words: 146
Note, a Lindley family tradition, I cook the last day of the old year..
I've already completed breakfast and got the idea to cook up something on paper..
Lunch is running a bit late...
I cook but no hurry, is my motto.
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
December 17, 2021
Bite Size Poem #30 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Through morning moisture
The mist reveals the changing
Green life to ochres
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
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!” she cried to wind and God.
“Why you, my son?” With stifled sob she fell to grassy sod.
And then resplendent in the east, as if to give reply,
the sunrise broke and seemed to loose the truth from crimson sky.
Though blind she’d been, she now could see. As earth was bathed in red,
it dawned on her that Easter morn how Christ for all had bled.
Our worldly time is very short; immortal all shall be.
The Comforter assured her this; her son again she’d see.
For Brian Strand's 'YOUR CHOICE (2),any form,any theme' Poetry Contest
Contest Details
Written for a dear friend, who lost her son when he was still a fairly young man
Those Sounds That Now Arrive In Early Morn
Can one ever believe in this hope and life,
when infancy now has no great strife?
Yet soon a decision simply must be made,
nobody sits forever in contented shade!
In this ole world evil and chaos abounds,
chases us like a mad pack of wild hounds.
Across flowering meadows we swiftly race,
doing most anything to not this life face.
Sadly, desperate flaws we all must endure
our souls weak, none so clear and pure.
Living bravely is what we really should do,
this world's low standards give no clue.
Often our silence seals our sad fate,
yell or scream before its too late!
When that boulder hits you from above,
curse it and swiftly give it a shove.
Along this path signs will soon appear,
yield not to the ever present fear.
Boldly strive to give love that is true
knowing, a record is always kept on you.
We may see with our poor, muddy eyes,
its all there in our imagination skies.
A ship with our happiness its only load,
upon these stormy seas we must be bold!
Are we to be mere victims of our world,
never defiant with our banner unfurled?
Nay, tis better we pray for hope greater,
follow not the path of saddened life hater.
This life is now resting in a true, loving place
faith, love and joy smile upon this face.
Those sounds that now arrive in early morn;
Yes, I remember-
they were there back when I was first born!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-24-2015
note: Facing life with courage and hope.
Ending will come someday but I now know I was granted mercy,
a great blessing and true love of wife , family and friends!