Morn Poems - Poems about Morn

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In the early light of morn I dream of puppies I dream of riddles I dream of flowers Blooming, blooming I dream of mother’s kisses In the early light of morn I dream of feathers I dream of chocolate I dream of snowflakes Falling, falling I dream of mother’s kisses In the early light of morn I dream of rainbows I dream of kittens I dream of gumdrops Sweetly, sweetly I dream...

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"Every sunrise gives you a new beginning and a new ending." Norton Juster **************************************************************** Sunrise...

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jabed in frilied thawn a witch blugued the trees with her a wabled thag did tread and mollied at her knees frool frool the witch that dawn opockied beebs and bubs to seeb a charm on the morrow’s morn to make her beautolub then to slame the wabled thag who drooved a dan with her and he to seeb some of the charm wable he lover and so that morn agleeded frash the...

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I opened the screen door to a silvery crescent moon In the east, a red spring sun rises What beauty God has in store each day If only we opened our hearts to receive the prizes All day long, beauty and surprises presented One time there was a brown thrasher Over in the birdbath washing with delight A...

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When my heart's bell tolls, it signals for Father time with my soul. I excite while driving to align with sights God made divine. Under a tropic sun glow, I walk to where faithful waves roll. Sitting in morn-soft sand, I give God thanks for His beach design. As waves tease, then leave, I pray God stays my ocean...

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"The Maiden's Song" or "The Bridal Morn" is an ancient Middle English poem about a young girl, a bride, on the morning after her wedding day. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch The maidens came to my mother’s bower. I had all I would, that hour. The bailey beareth...

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I love early morn highly appreciated in cool winter time, hot tea and reading poems, and looking at that old book...

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it’s past sleep the presence of quietness lingers dark cheeks against the window pane but there’s light on my side of the street Christmas lingers like electricity surging through wires and the switch won’t be turned off quite yet my tree stands tall in its present darkness because it’s past sleep but my mind lingers over this poem that I must complete before I climb under warm sheets and I switch to dreams of proverbial sugar plums no crumbs left for the...

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Winter morning, darkness clings with angelic might Its moonlight respendently glows Guiding wayward travellers safely home Sunlight, rested, ready, Its brethren orb weary Hands dutifully the baton Solar strength summoned, bringing comfort home ...

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morn sweet born full active lovely reading dawn...

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Let all the tree tops glisten , And gleeful children listen, As snow drops gently fall, To an amazing Christmas call. Let all the people sing out loud, Let mistletoe hang, from every cloud, Let stars twinkle in the sky, Let Angel choirs reign this night , And bring delight to human kind, With their so lustrous light. The midnight...

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Overcast morn Gray skies mingle Life mellows, rain ...

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eyes open the day is a rose blooming fresh with springtime tight bud of sleep unfolds gently to embrace the blossom of dawn ...

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Sunrise on Swift Creek starts a new day The sun is etching magenta 'pon a misty sky And fog settling low 'pon the ground will stay Changing in the sky a red giant ball shows its dye I wonder if old saying will come true and I sigh Mankind hasn't made much of an arising yet Down...

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