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

The past is gone, yet it remains Forever locked within my brain Feelings of despair, yet I've not been aware Feelings of fear keeps drawing near Closing my eyes never to cry Not knowing why I lived a lie Can feelings of Shame caused all this pain If it remains I will become insane God knows, I'm tired of playing this game Please, asset...

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Winter morning - overcast skies again with little hope of seeing the sunshine brightly over head, a dreary and wretched morning. . . longing for Springtime! January 14, 2019...

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Shiver me timbers What's going on I was dressed as a pirate When I woke up this morn I looked in the mirror And let out an Arrrr.... I came equipped an eye patch And a swash buckling Scar I felt the strong urge For grog, meat, and cheese Went into the kitchen Told the winch who lives with me It's my new pirate attitude That I...

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Christmas morning comes And little feet pitter patter to the living room. Children are excited to see the Christmas stockings hanging from the fire place stuffed and presents all wrapped with care sitting under the Christmas tree. Stockings are opened and breakfast of waffles and hot chocolate are had. Then their is a panic and rush to get...

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Monday morning slowly waking Waking to a drizzly rain Rain that comes down ever whispering Whispering, time to wake again! Again my mind’s ever churning Churning with thoughts of the day Day of poetry and yearning Yearning for what I must say. Say in words what I am feeling Feeling in this early morn Morn with my words ever forming Forming… a new format born! Born by...

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I: Frilly dresses ironed by Mama's hand. Starched with a sprinkle from the giant Pepsi bottle. Four New spring Bonnets. Four new Bow ties. II: Hen's eggs carefully dyed. Daddy chose the best Peeking and poking into each and every nest. One a duck egg. Daddy called it a prize. III: Oh a special Sunday. The day Jesus arose. Every Church pew Filled. Families together dressed in their very; very best. IV: Ham and Mama's Potato...

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You’re like Christmas morning when I was four I’m wide awake and can’t sleep I’m filled with excitement and cannot wait to hear from you again Each minute has been an eternity since we last spoke What awaits with morning’s light? Nobody really knows We’ll just see how everything goes I pray it turns out alright This experiment is cause for merriment Will...

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