Morning Poems | Examples of Morning Poetry

Like Harry Potter, the sorting hat (my mom) has placed me in a bloody, crimson colored school. It’s disorienting, as I go about, the logos are wack. Poor little rich girl no beachside lovers this interminable, scorching summer. I’m swept up by scholastic spirit. Can you hear it? Cause it’s deafening me, on this cool, dry, Boston orientation day. As we finished our morning...

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cheese croissant and café au lait at a cobblestone street bakery on boulevard du Montparnasse soaking in the sun and the vibes of a parisian sunday morning...

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When you head out to worship today…no matter to what God you pray Pray for whoever else is praying to live the basic teachings of their religion that some have forgotten or abandoned along the way. Pray for everyone to love everyone…in this country and every foreign land Pray that everyone treat everyone with kindness and respect… Pray when they...

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Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach, the cool water licks at my feet. The soft sand is like walking on a pillow, pretty seashells yell-pick me up. My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth....

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Each morning’s a bird who sings her own song Wakes before sunrise serenading the dawn Hours hopping along o’er dew-drop-dyed lawns… 'fore nestling into...

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The last whispery remains of a dream fray into forgetfulness. I get up and go downstairs to quietly sit in a chair beside the window and stare into the outside dark. A few stars hang suspended in the silhouette of a tree. Six o'clock. The morning seems to have been waiting for me to bring breath to its silence and movement...

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She said I can't trust you. You are to cleaver for me. so why do I stay? it sounds foreign to be close to you my dear. My morning star right there. Can you help? Can you heal? instead, you are poison for me. Now you have my soul, but you can't own me. so please move, step back, don't move. don't f$%ken touch...

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Spring Morning Hiku 16 ...

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(Similar to a quatern, but with 9 syllables) "The silence fades with a soft embrace" As the sounds of nature pick up pace A sparrow tweets its morning greetings A mynah sings before its meetings The morning glows with an august grace "The silence fades with a soft embrace" The beginning of a new day breaks And the sun shines as the...

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O (FATHER CHRIST) Through the Immaculate Heart of Mother Mary I offer You my prayers Works Joys And sufferings of this day For the intention of Your Sacred Heart In union with the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass Throughout the world In reparation for my sins For the intention of all my associates And in particular for all the intentions of this month (Mention Intention if known) Amen Poetry...

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O my (Eternal) God I offer You all my prayers Works And sufferings In union with the Sacred Heart of Fr. Christ For the intentions for the intentions for which He pleads And offers Himself in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass In thanksgiving for your favors In reparation for my offenses And in humble supplication For my temporal welfare For the conversion of sinners And for...

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jealous of a morning walk pleasantries underneath sun- rise and set jealous of painlessness yet muscle ache oh i’d take jealous of going, going, gone out all day pulling my weight jealous of watching so effortlessly the jaunt of travelers jealous for the blessings given for all these years I’ll hope for fix so others jealously will watch me effortlessly with my slow gait i’d settle for mostly pain free i’d jump for joy but carefully ...

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tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79 pulled back on the book i was reading as if its yawn was bigger than the one i had borrowed from you only an hour earlier we both laughed remembering the days when you touched one elbow to the other behind your back and challenged me knowing it would never happen it was raining when you left then looked...

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On this day in May, it was slowly turning into Summer What a relief after a long, cold winter My fan had become my best friend And I loved to wake up and open the shades in my kitchen with the sun coming in I cried a lot because he wasn't there Left with only the memories of...

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Our caps flew like confetti. Thank god I customized mine. I'll keep it as a memento of all-nighters, friendships formed in the academic trenches, dismissive professors and group-project-tortures. This isn’t another ‘drunk girl’ holiday, despite obvious similarities. Our parents, sisters, brothers, and grandmothers are here. We came in doe-eyed, holding overpriced planners, and enough provisions for two year Mars missions. We hoped to discover...

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