Morning Poems | Examples of Morning Poetry

i hear the ticking of the clock it's in my head and in my heart the pulse of life doubtlessly finite so many things i want to do the tic toc getting louder it echoes in my brain rummaging through images and dreams while time rings evermore elusive i get up in the morning determined with a yearning to break free driven to spark the...

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Water gushes from the purifier Cold mug chills my hands Coffee brews in the pot Coffee scent fills the air...

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misty morning rain caresses peony blooms ~ nature's tender kiss...

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I don’t always say the right things Words don’t always come easily to me Revealing the way my heart quietly sings Lifting the burdens too heavy to see I don’t always reach out with grace When I see a heart yearning, full of doubt Yet, I know what it is to offer an embrace To the souls who struggle to find their...

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Early morning and it is still dark. An abandoned shopping trolley stands alone in the centre of the car park. I take pity and return it back to its home and the company of its own kind where it rejoins the others in their long coitus line. ...

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In a blazing glory.. The sun rose again. The Light intertwines through the branches of oak trees… as they were reunited lovers' hands. The meadow’s dew shimmer… once again, it’s a forest of diamonds. Crisp air fills the lungs …. I feel at peace in mine....

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(On Father's Day) Like most mornings, I awoke, Got out of bed on the left side. Not sure if that was the wrong side, But I know for certain, It wasn’t the right side. Aloneness is sort of that way— No offer of a second opinion, No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm, No meaningful conversation around the table. A moment of nihility—this morning. ...

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Early each morn before the dawn she primps and prettifies shadows her eyes lines her brows lipstick applies rouges her cheeks powders her nose lacquers her hair files then paints her nails fingers and toes pampers places it never shows and every night washes it all away only to do it go through it all over again exactly the same at sunrise the very next day ...

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The soft pitter-patter of rain drops falling against the AC in the window It's rhythm rocks me back to sleep drifting away within the sound of tiny drums of water droplets from the clouds above. A sudden clash screaming crack of boom thunder shakes me awake as a torrent of rain showers the earth below. Up from bed and sit outside inside the screen in porch. Feeling the...

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Often I gaze In shadows I sought refuge Healing waters from the valley of visions Measured my portion In weaves I sowed my seed Through many days of distortion We Tilled the sky It bore us life In his ways I hope to walk The King of Kings is Yeshua He rose again from the grave Often I gaze In gardens of plenty Toward the east Toward the Valley...

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impish urchins doze dragon-slayers bold and brave ~ dawn’s gray as they beg ...

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The lovely sea sparkles in the haunting light of the moon. Waves of deep cerulean crash against the jagged rocks. Sand of the purest white guards the vast shores. The path of the moon drifts along the glistening surface. A light spray of the twilight sea kisses my face. Amidst the sea, in the rhythmic swells swims a silver dolphin. The...

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Tea Time ...

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That first cup of coffee, what could be sweeter It's starts the day right, it's a sadness defeater We wake up all groggy and stumble over things Into walls and doorways, to a table we cling Lucky if we make it to the kitchen in one piece Hopefully we won't get splattered with grease While cooking up bacon and eggs and...

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The sleepy begonias undulating slightly so undisturbed leaned forward to encourage and wish me good fortune, while the apricot trees spread around their strong aroma, a dazzling daylight was rising from the majestic mount; a soft voice rose from the next room, it was mamma calling me: I sprung from my bed in disorder without feeling grumpy, the alarm playing Mozart's...

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