Morning Poems | Examples of Morning Poetry

"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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The smell of humidor Charmed the old house and Frightened me as I ascended the Narrow stairwell that gentle October morning. The song of autumn was playing Low, and with astute grace. Silent, the royal smell wafted between Cuba And Denmark, Across fat rank grass of fecund roots. I snuffled through fogs of earliness, Webbed by clamping cold. Cigars without smoke took over from the Humidor and hugged...

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It is morning, Darling, arise. Donut with fries? Coffee and me? For now, I’m free. Time to be silly, as moon fades. Put on our shades. Lay back in bed. You're turning red. It is morning. Open your eyes. They make me sigh. You’re rather hot. Yes, my weak spot....

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The sun does rise; I open my eyes. A new day has come; I stretch on my vine. I spread myself to soak in the rays. In quiet splendor, in silent praise. A new day has come, I continue to bloom, where I am planted, where I am true. I follow the sun as it warms my face, with its bright rays...

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I called you this morning, life, for a bitter tea, We, who never knew how to exchange a true word, We, who danced on the same tense wire, Your eyes are estranged from me, the traces of past battles are your attire. You embrace the wrinkles, and a tear slides down your cheek, You seemed tired of me, life. I know...

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Don't believe the lies that have been said, Do you truly think you're better off dead? Shake that thought out of your head, Let me tell you what is true, what is real, My friend, you should choose to live instead. Why do you meet the mornings with dread? Wake up, come on, rise from your bed, How about some breakfast so...

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As the first beams of light, Barged into my dark room, Saw dew drops glistening, On spring flowers that bloom. Kaleidoscopic hues, Dispelling all my gloom. ...

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Monday morning woke up at eight, it was a splendid morning cool before the day becomes serious and demanding attention  belonging to the 1% of people born before the second world war, I'm often awake  in the night before falling asleep again  my first thought was not profound, but about coffee, I had to drink it black since  I had forgotten to buy milk switched...

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Without a word I slip out of bed and a thousand conversations run through my mind as I walk barefoot across worn carpeting. Two nights ago, I barely made it home while driving through a deluge and water on the roads. I defied the warnings and survived as bolts of lightning laced the sky. I was the storm. I was the silence. Now as the sun pokes...

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Dear God, You know, when I fear – when I hurt, when I’m in tears You know the me I used to be, the me that you’ve changed entirely You know the things I want to say, when the grief clears You know, when I pray – all the words I just can’t say. And, still – despite all the...

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Dear Lord Jesus You're my friend and You are my brother even though You are a King, I love You more than any other and my soul belongs to you. You're my Rock and You're my Shield to You alone will I gladly Yield. As the deer pants for the water, so my soul does long For You. I ...

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Every morning I open my soul like an old book, where verses stretch wings of light over sleeping dreams, poetry is a spell that turns my thoughts into golden butterflies, dancing through air laden with mysteries and hidden desires. I feel words flowing through my veins like a river of stars, illuminating the forgotten realms of my heart in secret, and...

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It was in the morning When I heard him snoring Like loud like a lion He who falls from my eyes Every sense feeling nonsense Early lights in goosebumps Served myself a red riddle Leaving me tortured and energetic Shooting my lungs to no air My kidneys helped me breathe Each cough counting complaints In a peaceful war against the...

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