Beautiful Good Morning Poems | Examples
These Beautiful Good Morning poems are examples of Good Morning poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Good Morning Beautiful poems written by international poets.
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puffy
oooh so puffy
Trust you me Thick
first thing this morn
over her'z reach'd
tug'n
Lock’n mine
Claim’n herz'
thuh morn
Still though stuck
Her cute
bulgy
swole’d shut
genial
eyne
I rise with sun,with hope to try
I think and set,whom would be I !
I swim in sky ,all-day I breathe
I glide with birds,and songs I sing.
I laugh with sun,and talk to stars
I feel the heat,and catch the light
I play with rain,rainbow I touch
I fetch the clouds from hills & peaks.
And when I see, twilight with me
I smile and lick the orange flakes
Skyscapes I hug, farewell I bid
Then set wth Sun,and fall on land
I lay on land,I see the stars
Celestial glow and wet eyes
I miss the clouds,in sky they blow
I love the day,when I'll rise!!
Yeasty with a cornmealed bottom
The sun-dried tomato's and sundried
Red bell peppers called me
The parmesaned and garlic crust
topped with olives, anchovies, and
Onions
the queint essential of elegance
refined by the knead of belonging
Bacon wrapped artichokes
With a hint of lemon
Mozzarella browned to create a
delicate longing of satisfaction.
Basil, oregano, and olive oil
Enough to tease. Just enough
to taunt. Pleasing and exciting
the palettes and taste buds!
Good morning America.
Today, July 4, 2025, I looked out of my front window,
and at 6AM saw a most beautiful sky. Locked into
this eastern canopy was a very eye-catching
coloration, reminding me of the colors of the
American flag.
Yes, America, like our flag, it was red, white, and blue.
No, there were no stars and strips, but I could not help
but think heavily of you.
The grounds were lased with green grasses, and crops
of grain were heavily covered with dew. But the eastern
sky was very distinctly red, white, and blue.
America, this was a first for me in that I had never seen
such canopy colors and gave honoring thoughts of you
at the same time. It was indeed a momentous experience
for me.
And so, America, I close by saying, my heart and thoughts
are whispering warm prayers for you on this 4th of July.
A hush falls soft on waking land,
Where silver threads through silence stand,
The trees half-dream in veils of white,
Bathed in the breath of fading night.
The sun, a whisper on the hill,
Spills golden ink, yet all is still.
The world in pause, a sacred hush—
The mist moves slow, the day won't rush.
Each blade of grass wears nature's lace,
Each droplet holds the sky’s embrace.
The crows call low, their wings outspread,
Through morning's gauze, both seen and led.
The earth exhales its ghostly sigh,
And writes a verse across the sky.
In that brief spell, all time seems kissed—
By silence, light, and morning mist.
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i could not leave'er
no
not
not
whilst her princess
in her night frock
rest'd 'gainst
thuh huge
vindowz
tick'lin mine think
cauze'n mine breathe'z
rapid
az thuh spring'z morn'nin
sun
paint'd hern
no
not i
,)
forgetting how good we have it
granted in life we take
still summer nights are moonlit
until the morning wake
Author Dana Redricks
November 25, 2024
Good morning, it's a beautiful day, and God's blessings are coming your way. Don't let yesterday's problems become today's burdens.
Rise and shine trust in Yeshua that everything will be just fine. Keep your head towards the sun and remember your victory has been won.
You have come so very far, and you sparkle like a shining star. You are special, so be proud of who you are.
You are valuable, and your heart of gold is so reliable. A friend like you is so accountable, and I value the fact that you are so lovable.
I walked on stage.
Singing one of Cyndi Lauper's songs.
I sang a sweet melody, and everyone sang along.
My voice sounded sweet and strong.
I woke up from my slumber.
Realizing that it was just a dream.
I didn't hear my mother call me.
Telling me that it was time to go to school.
I decided to sleep a bit more.
Falling into that REM stage.
Now that the long night is over
We had a long sleep
Now my Father
Brought the morning for us
First thing in the morning
Now it is time to say good morning to each other
It is finally a beautiful day
Outside
We just got up now
We are ready to enjoy this beautiful sunny day
That our Father gave to us
We are lucky to have a beautiful morning
With lots of sun
We are glad that there is no sign of rain
Also we are getting lots of vitamin d
This morning
Dawn to dusk
Redeems our chant
And Monks gather to thee
In Chorus we sing
Hallelujah power and glory be
Trumpets the Angels
Oh so heavenly
We drink of love the life of his blood
We thirst for peace on Earth
Amongst the tabernacle
Echoes the masonary
Our prayer of past in my heart
born are scriptures
Our history
The goat kneels upon the havoc
Witness the angels who see
To the left is his pew
Upon the velvet sewn
By fair hand
Mary Our mother
Praise she's coming home
The bread of life the blood in you
We feed to thee
In Chorus we sing
The lambs are we
Hallelujah power and glory be
Trumpets the Angels
Oh so heavenly
The lamb kneels upon the havoc
Witness the angels who see
To the right we sit
Upon the velvet sewn
By fair hand
Mary Our mother
She has returned
We are coming home
Buckfast Abbey
feet displacing sand
water filling up the space
imprint vanishing
Good morning beautiful soul
May you find divine encouragement
Let your inhibitions go
May rainbows supply nourishment
For every dilemma you face
May your reward be positive growth
Inheritance of amazing grace
Will produce your happiness so devote
Your self to the wealth of your heart
The talents inside you are a flower
You must cultivate and blue bloom
Know you hold a divine light power
Gifted by God sun and melodic moon
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Hern fantastical sip'd
mine veuve
stare'n up
into mine
Her torso'z frame
Tilted
Back
Mine bedroom'z
Wicker
expose'n mine breakfast
in splender
Jehovah God Almighty
Made hern to
Be
pluperfect
to mine whole
imaginez
There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.
I think about it, sometimes.
Sometimes, when I breathe.
Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed.
Sometimes, when in the dead of night, my lashes are wet.
Sometimes, when I’m looking somewhere, lost and stumble upon a sunset.
Apples and peaches,
Magentas and vermilions,
Pearls and emeralds,
all strewn across a cobalt, teal sky.
The sky you loved.
I drown in it when no one’s looking.
No one would understand, anyway.
I miss them reflected in that shard of glass we held together.
The one that broke, in giggles and hysterics, that very summer.
The one that I, upon a whim, hid in a wooden chest.
The one that I, with trembling hands, unlatched years later.
Long after you had left.
And it’s much too late
to go back
Much too late.