Best Morning Time Poems

Previous dawns flock together, 
gather.
The hedgerows accumulate 
with old and new. Sprigs and twigs 
bend under the weight of 
heaping feathers.

If eyes open too soon
then a few mornings go missing,

some are still catching up
they will fly in backwards
tumbling out 
of windswept decades.

Eyes that open too...

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…MORNING TIME

Every morning at four, I hear the slamming of the woodshed door.
The rattle of the poker and the smell of wood smoke, wafting  through the air.
It rolls its way up the stair to where I am sleeping there.
The smell of homemade bread, toasting...

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Each day dawns laden with secrets.

The morning dews are crystal balls, 
each holding a secret trailer of 
a fragment of day.    

The birds, chirping incessantly, 
gossip among themselves about the
delightful things you’ll find at 
the weekend market. 

In the crevice between the...

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There is a sense of trespass 
on this frost enameled morning
as I leave my footprints graffitied
across the white grass,
sending the noise of every step 
to crunch my presence 
into a wide, frozen silence.

I stop, marooned in the middle
of a crystalline surround 
that seems so brittle...

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A Tribute to Golda

It was a clear and bright sun shining morning in May.
As I came out my front door into the breezeway,
I saw coming toward me an enormous gray dog with eyes of pure gold,
The most exquisitely beautiful canine one could ever behold,
With a...

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What is time?
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Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows...

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That goofball husband of hers brought her to this joint to see her get drunk for the very first time. She actually plugged her nose trying to sip her first glass of beer. Good grief. 20 minutes and she barely finished it. She walked to...

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Pokeweed waits
underground, snow crusts
small greenish white flowers, leaves entire
and alternate, black berries
poisonous, ripe late.

Waits patiently past February
when the sun stays up in the sky more than January
and six more months after that
past the peepers keeping watch
for every passing dog or truck.

We await our time
or have...

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THE SMOKESTACKS OF AUSCHWITZ
A trail of smoke fades to an autumn dawn
as sounds of morning break unearthly still
arising to the day, some life goes on
while others have the fear it never will.

Some ashes drift about the morning air
appearing as do snowflakes in a stall,
to restless...

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laying together
in a luxury hotel
enjoying the feel...

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Teapot






Hymns a sweet morning will sing,
As teapot pours freshness,
In bowl of great antiquity,
To start the day with zing,
Hymns a sweet morning will sing.




A prized refrain- 7/6/8/6/7
Written August 5th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Inspired by pic#2 in nette's contest...

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my buddy John's Bertram a wood antique
I fixed the engines while he varnish teak
so there we were Joe, John, and Kelly
with a cooler packed with bait so smelly

early in the morning waz headin out the creek
big blue marlin we'ze goin to seek
40 miles past the...

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There are shoes my dog would better choose
For me
There are times a cup of coffee might love me better
And I have the morning begging the rest of the day
I have the chase, that places my looks in front of me. . . with no tongue
My...

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The early morning dew falls on my face
Telling me it's time for me to wake
Wake up and see nature at its best
Wake up, lazy boy! It isn't the time to rest

I look around and see the birds fly
Looking for food, so their chicks don't cry
Chirping...

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