Best Yawn Poems

News is abhorring
And so boring
Starting from the break of dawn
I think we need
To be indeed
Vaccinated for the yawn

They always try
The same tired lie
Their old shtick goes on and on
I’ll catch my death
With lack of breath
If they don’t vaccinate the yawn

They put on acts
With rusty facts
Their...

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A yawn went through the shop that day, 
loudly and proudly, and I could not get away.
I watched it coming, flowing mouth to mouth,
first it went east, and then it turned south.
I tried to run, but it caught me as I turned a corner.
A little...

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Yawn

The morning is here. 
The day is quiet for the moment. 
It will change quickly, without notice. 
I must hurry to get the chores done, 
and breakfast ready. 
My man will be up soon. 
He will be hungry. 

I prepare the goat bottles. 
Our babies...

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The sun crashing through the windows.
          The blue skies blessing me.
          Joy awaits me, singing in each tree.
         ...

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The Preacher preached on and on
His sermon was boring and long
He stood in repose
With his eyes tightly closed
Without realizing his congregation had gone...

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It starts with a little yawn,
then a stretch, both fore and aft.
Next the blankets start to move,
I just have to laugh.

She shuffles up from the bottom,
of the bed, where warm and snug,
she had slept the whole night through,
as snug as a bug in a rug.

But,...

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rise and shine deflect common sense while white dilapidated guts spawn oppossing beats an treats that are not so daring as uncommon feats and relativity clings to gravity and in spite of everything nothingness has texture while tasting peripheral anxiety and a habit with no...

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Yawn
Yawning 
I am in love with my bed
While my bloody alarm 
Pains my head 
Got to get up
Snooze button stuck
Because if I wish to remain employed
And i don't arise from my pit
I am in serious shite
As I am on my final warning 
At this point...

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Today  is a  warm calm sunny gentle Winters day at the local beach.

Aquamarine blends into tuquoise then turns  deep blue ultramarine.

The gently  lapping sea  fades  into a misty purple hue on the horizon. 

The waves yawn gently in long...

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Fields of spun gold silk somber auburn shades
Resonant a hum breath yawn against blades.
Wiff of cool air espy hush cries cascades
Dry in silence nature's quaint everglades.

Weft of rain lingers round as slow rhythm fades.
Mystique wakeful light of dawn serenades
While the warm sun rises, the bullfrog...

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Earth opens wide jaws
Mouth filled with skeletal teeth
Moist wind on her breath...

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You cannot shift a mower with a motionless stance but a stance is not a stanza nor a stem so never put fifteen flowers, blades of grass, and a sweater together in the washing basket. And a shard a second is a sword that is...

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Perceptions and sensations,
sorrows and bliss elations,
arise and in time subside,
as on earth we wingless glide.

Step by step, we join the dots
but thoughts tie us up in knots,
whilst if we simply be still,
silence will wisdom instil.

One with universal mind,
no longer in ego’s bind,
by mirrorlessly seeing,
we reclaim...

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Stained glass windows
White candles
Hard wooden pews
Beautiful hymns

A congregation scrubbed clean,
ready to hear
the ordained one.
He is not a humble man,
fond of rebuking 
those who oppose him.
You probably didn’t see him 
passionately kissing his secretary.
But I did!

The self-righteous love
a weekly church service,
and they know the difference
between the...

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The touch of her hand
Moving slowly up my thigh 
Lifting my boxer

Starts a delicious craving
Her eyes look over every inch of my body
My heart is racing

I can hear it beating in my ears
I crave much more
But don't want to ask

She takes her time teasing me
Tempting...

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