Best Morrow Poems


Premium Member Sequence-To the Morrow

Highs
and lows,
come & go,
the tide ebbs ,then
flows
to
cover
yesterday's
footprints on the
shore-
now
no more,
the shadows
of forgotten
flaws,
gone,
self-doubt
left to die-
hope unleashed,flies
high

She O'The Morrow

Woman of Sorrow                                     She o'the Morrow


Drink to her whose sorrow                       Nay... I'll drink to her on the morrow...
Has aroused a poet's sigh;		         She who'd set my thoughts a'fly...
A woman who brought tomorrow             She from whom I'd borrowed...
What treasure can never buy.                  Treazure grand from silken thigh...
Her words are penned with sadness        Her words o'pen o'gladness...
And often an empty tone;                         Feelings oft thought as madness...
Along with all those feelings                     Full cool crost river's stone...
In a sea of tears from feeling alone.         A'drift in sea o'tear... o'smile felt hers alone.

Here's to her whose sorrow                     Here's to she of morrow...
Has made many a poet cry;                      Whose gift I so shall try...
Her words are read with tears	                 Her words thus through the years...
That rain like love from the sky.                Shall be as rain o'love from sky.
Now the sea will drink her tears               Aye! I'll toast then on that morrow...
With those we try to hide;                        Gone thus her fog o'sorrow...               
Here's to her whose sorrow                     As joy displaces fear...
Flows free from deep down inside.           When then our sea doth drink her tear...
                                                                 Mine as well fast by her side...
Elizabeth Wesley                                      Winds of pleazure set high our tide...                   
                                                                 So shall I my glass lift high...
                                                                 To she that sails on winds o'pride.


                                                                                    SeaWolf

Tofore the Morrow Breaks: Ptsd Laden Dreams

Doth thou Parle the night's
                   Vastidity?
       Wouldst be thine haver of thy
Uneyed, thought-sickness strewn umoving
                    Travels?

       Ratherst, it be that, it is thine
    trade-fallen quarters; thine debt as
         the Militarist is mete by the
Languish bestrewn on thine epochtic mind.

            The morrow breaks...


In the Dark of the Morrow

Wipe the sleep from my eyes,
See the tears fall from the skies;
It's raining today...

Take a shower and get dressed,
Feel this burning in my chest;
Where are you today..?

Smell the raindrops on the floor,
Just like your sent I adore;
I am missing you so much...

I love how unique you are,
I've been searching long and far;
And now my search is over...

Breathe for me;
I'm gasping in breath for you.
Bleed for me;
I'd bleed for you today.
Cry for me;
I sob for you when I'm asleep.
Scream for me;
The way I'm screaming for you right now...
© Jay Smith  Create an image from this poem.

O 'Morrow

O 'morrow be here now,
so I could see that 'morrow's smile,
and 'morrow's lips be waiting less,
instead of waiting more for 'morrow's test.

O 'morrow be here now,
where eyes of day be open night,
and have no fear of if they might;
see 'morrow's love be out of sight.

The Very Words Your Morrow Was Just Waiting For....!!!

Heavy shootings and more,
Primitive lead Automatics and their ancient songs, Contemporary Lasers and 
these sights of your futuristic DNA-CONTACT-ELIMATOR and more,
Please lets speak to Rome....The very place the revolution will erupt,
Where in this filthy universe will earth's volcanoes gather to Feast and Campaign,
Solitary Military base stations...oh! My lord do take my mind off all these waste, 
destruction and sacrificial human flowing blooooo...

The world has gone Deaf and Numbly cold...Alas! All of a sudden she belches a 
deep belch,
She has becomes so sweet,warm and cuddly,
My fists have clinged this tight to my wise Quail,
Do Imagine a situation where quails deactivate your high profile bombs like 
knockouts or popped chewing gums,
The purge...Our upsurge neither your salient Beards nor Your aged eyes will 
hear nor witness such Grave Wars, Disasters,Hate,Destruction,Madness 
and....such truthful Bliss...

On later Stages..Pulpits..Podiums and on your fiery Pages shall we uncover the 
mystery of those unborn generations who will see tears as flowing blood,
Salute my Napoleone,your Hitler and many kisses to adore this Satanic cool 
YANSH,
We the 'Kings of Rome' have seen our impending Doom,
Tell us Now Great Sir...What next steps shall we take,
What shall be done to a-tone for the World's excess iniquities and more,
Maybe a consortium of like minds writing to drive away looming angry clouds,
Still... must there be jacob's troules?

Tell my Grandmothers that we will never take them too far away from their 
brooms and Quilts,
Granddads must all cherish those moments Smoking pipes,
In a way, Tommorrow's mind must drift,
Goats must learn to eat minced meat and Salts,
Tell Gretel I love Smoked Salmon along with the freshness of Coconut liqueror 
and plumes,
In those Fiery steaming Jungles of tommorrow did i see Marijuana prepared like 
Stewed Chicken soups along with a glass of Strong Shepe,
Marijuana broths eaten along with one chicken,Two Mice and a Happy Bowl of 
spiced Coconut Rice,
My waists are heavy with Dance..do come lets Prance! to those days of Perfect 
Bliss,
Perfect Bliss...Salient Peace after..and only after the Coming of that Revolutionary 
Purge.


Going To Morrow

I cannot explore
which one I hate more 

tomorrow that never comes
tomorrow that never dies

"morrow"

If 'tis the morrow ye so ponder...
Or those days so gone before...
Let your thoughts then wander...
So to opportunity explore...

Thus shall end such days of drear...
Gone forever just so quick...
Focus then of heartfelt cheer...
With simple single sudden trick...

Such then all becomes a time...
That cheery will surround your rime...
An end to that which not does please...
Thoughts so felt as southern breeze....
Your rime your heart will then so tease.

SeaWolf
©

On the Morrow

Quiet slumber drift.
Passing not today, not yesterday, nor tomorrow.
Children successful and church going.
What a bittersweet marriage. I think more sorrow.
There are better days ahead on the morrow.

Blood Upon the 'Morrow

What holy crown will twine
around the serpent's head
great slouching shoulders turned
draw back my head and wonder 'pon
the wisdom of the world.

Take my hand between those mountains
bring up to the beginning
mighty cawing
mulberry smiles
it is not enough to prove.

These promises are whispered
through dripping pointed teeth
with blood upon the 'morrow
how can you possibly sleep?
© Sasha Edl  Create an image from this poem.

Morrow - Future's Today

Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...

Time is a fulsome mate, let go 
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...

Lives as ransom we ought 
To pay, for the life meek 
Fallen before the past as prey
Redemption do we seek...

To lean upon the future,
Promising rapprochement;
Eternity of brighter days strike,
Seeking each morrow'd mend...

To soar up and repay history's 
Debts by making history,
Knowing not what's the best,
We still hope for the story...

The depressing stares to 
No more meet, let's abjure;
Ambling the little strech of life,
The world, let's conquer...

Mitigating notions, unravelling 
Sorrows into fading 
Oblivion far apart, causing 
No worry for the coming...

The future let's embrace,
Cause morrow has got its 
Own promises, vibrant and vigil,
It's mesmerizing bits...

If you wish your future triumph,
Then let past be your tutor;
Dare do your part, for, as said,
"Tomorrow is the today of the future"...

Gateway To a New Morrow

Calamities come, nudge humans to pull
Apart from past, to forge their world anew,
A golden move of an olden life school--
A gateway from old world to skies all blue;
If geography wills history to repeat
That, earth gets her youth lost in hundred years,
If mankind makes her mind new world to greet,
No greener fronds might flash to wipe our fears.
Hope, man chooses to walk through this gateway
Leaving skeletons of the past aside,
All prejudice, hatred, vultures' greed grey,
All dead ideas on grandeur growth beside,
  If only man sticks to the old adage-
  Of walking light with Spartan life's luggage!

__________________________________________
Historically big pandemics have happened with a span of hundred years.
Nearly hundred years prior to Corona virus world suffered Spanish flu.
Before that, there was a plague and huge chunk of life was wiped out.
As a silver line, world always saw some substantive change for the better.
This calamity also can be viewed as an opportunity to change.
And change for a better tomorrow , if only....

Sonnets l 16.09.2020 l

Morrow Joy

To those that can stand the dark silent night 
Is a forever tease  of shining bright

An Endless Morrow

As the end draws near
Due to the war of the beast
From the sky falls an endless tear
As the arrow falls from the east

Ripples form on the water surface
As our wings take flight
The Earth resurfaces
As the sun shines bright

Where would we fall?
Hero of the morrow
Who should answer the call?
As the world drowns in sorrow

We are loved my friend
Blessed by Gaia herself
With this love she descends
We must prepare ourselves 

Our wish for tomorrow will shatter our soul
As we watch the world crumble down below
The world itself has given up on her goals
This is our fate we sadly know

The ripples in the water is tainted with blood
Gone are the trees she loves
Her sorrow covers us with a great flood
Her warning of what happens when push turns into shove

Our dreams are gone
Our pride is no more
The end has already been drawn
By the beast and their war

With this she offers a silent plea
To preserve the beauty we all see
She asks us to end her misery
She asks us to make her free

To the green we all once knew
To the blue that calms the heart
To the birds that once flew
With this mission we depart

The wind shall speak of our return
For the morrow is filled with a pact
In our hearts a passion will burn
As we begin to act

To become the blue that quenches the sky
The Earth will once again foster a life
Shall we become the hero of the rye?
With this we end the war and its strife

Heaven awaits the faithful departed
Our eternal slumber shall become uncharted

Cloudy Morrow

sorrows have been shushed,
tears have been hushed.
In anger and angst clutching the fingers into a fist,
 bashing the emptiness at the crossroad of emotions.
 feeling defeated,
at the rotten place, I have befallen.
turning and twisting the roads trodden,
unanswered prayers for kinder plights.
In solitude secluded from the pleasures of little madness.
In blind faith strutting, for that follows.
In to the cloudy morrow,
in to darkness scorched horizon.
© Ravi Kiran  Create an image from this poem.

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