Morning(A) Poems - Poems about Morning(A)

SOFT DAWN

SOFT DAWN
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Daylight brought calmness to my front door.  It invited itself in, made itself at home, and stayed a while.

gentle morning light
lucid glow of a new day
peace wraps the soft dawn

Morning Praise

When I wake up in the morning 
The first thing that I'll do
Is Praise God for one more day
And look at life like it's  Brand New

I forget about the worries 
That filled my yesterdays
And not over think tomorrow
As I let God lead my way 

Chorus
As I travel through each day
I wear a smile for

In the morning, when I open my eyes at dawn

In the morning, when I open my eyes at dawn,
She is the sun that lights up my world with her silken rays.
In her face resting on the pillow of dreams, I find the first light,
And before I wrap myself in the mantle of night, she is my last glance.
She is the light of my life,

Add Humor To Your Day

Instead of acting like you’re in mourning
With a smiling face, just say good morning

Instead of walking around with a frown
Just be happy without being a clown

 Kids don’t need for your tales to be gory
Why not share with them, a funny story

No need to go on about your ex-wife
Say something humorous about your life

To break

I Am Brown

  Don't talk to me
  until I've had my coffee
  Brown beans with a round and rich taste
  provide an invigorating effect

  I drink my morning coffee
  with a clear conscience
  A gentle start to the day
  Coffee beans come in all scents and colors
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Morning Dew

spiderweb shimmers,
each dew bead holds morning light--
world wakes soft and still.

Morning Encounter

I know you have
been waiting to show me
the glittering glaze of sunlight
caught in your stillness,
the reflected trees on the far bank
mirrored perfectly and something
surfacing from out of the depths
sending ripples across the morning
to gently lap against  
my waking mind.
And I don't even know 
your name.

MORNING LIGHT

       
    Man must live with enough, not
with the exorbitant...
We need to be happy
with the happiness of others
around us... thus,
we will live in peace...
But first of all, we need
to have the courage to live in peace!
Distributing is not impoverishing ourselves
materially to help
those who are wronged... doing

The Early Morning

The Early Morning

 …… is an inspired artist
with a palette of celestial colours;
its paintbrush, brilliant sunlight.

I sit in the hub of the garden
absorbed as the sun clambers skywards,
chased by several scribbled-inked birds.
Sunrise now reaches out to anoint my house,
daubing vibrant light that glistens like gemstones
on windows, downpipes and lazed, garden furniture. 
Even the washing line

party morning

               party morning
             and we have ascribed to you
           your inapprehensible walking 
      

My Bicycle of Imagination

My Bicycle of Imagination

The day and I are hand in hand, 
brimming with a zippety-whippity-do.
I sit atop my saddle, my bicycle, my hill;
the morning mist is ragged like candy floss
on barbed wire, waggled fences.
 	
Below a liquorice-tarmacked road 
elbows through a mosaicked landscape;
churned fields sitting either side,
serrated into channels of earth;
suited and rooted in browned

The Unnamed Gods of Morning

I do not pray.
But every morning,
I speak to the god of routine.

He lives in the curve of the cup handle,
the silence before the first email,
the steam
that curls like a secret
from my mug.

My desk is a shrine—
the plant I won’t name,
the notes I won’t read,
the longing I won’t say.

If I believed in God,
I would beg him
to

GOOD MORNING SOUL

GOOD MORNING SOUL  next

Good morning soul,
Today, I’m going to write
You a poem my mind
Suggested to me last night.

Relax, my soul,
This poem will be
One of joyous tears
Of the two sons, I miss;
Sons that gave me such bliss:-

This poem flows itself with keloid 
Memories of those loving times,
Canvassing how God could
Could have so pleasingly 
Wanted them

BEFORE THE CHARGE

BEFORE THE CHARGE
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the sun’s advance troops
line the ridge like Indians
in an old Western
poised on the bright brim of day
a moment before the charge

Beauty Crowned

burgundy and cream
and orange blossoms she wore
crowned in hues and lore

fresh naturally
like deep green, minty morning
sweet scent trails forming

queen of nature crowned
in myriad blooms daily
so lovely lately

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