Beautiful Morning Poems

The communists are coming
The democrats are crying
And the republicans are lying
This is May Day
Please don’t run away
The birds are coming
The deer are running
And the squirrels...

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Sunrise was just a red line in the inky void, as Lisa and I reached the harbor decking stairs,
but at once, the brazen slash began...

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Sunlight rises like a phoenix
from the charcoal ashes of night.
And sets the eastern skies afire,
lit by Dawn's splendiferous light.

Orange, yellow, and tangerine
ink scattered clouds of...

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There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.

I think about...

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When I woke up this morning,
With the Sun's glowing rays
I leaned forward to feel 
The warmth on my face.

I, sitting on the porch,
Watching nature awaken
Birds...

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Dew, to Dawn, to Dusk, to Dust: (pause)
A sacred cycle turns, while love endures.

At dawn's first light, beside you,
Where my soul finds peace and rest,
In...

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I'm ready to get rid
of this despicable mood
that others find cool;
I find it extremely sad!

Gee, I had enough of rain for days,
too tired of holding...

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While perched atop on the hill, I look around and observe the bright blue sky

it’s early in the morning and only birds break the sound...

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It was not just another morning,
much the same as every morning
that had come before.

It was the morning to celebrate
joy in front of an empty tomb,
although...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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Under the brilliance of Virgo’s light,
Two souls align and take flight,
Through every phase you remain my guide,
In joy and sorrow, side by side we remain.

In...

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Moss running down 
Rain dripping 
Trees are still
Yet I'm here 
Wood chips on the ground 
Wet and mushrooms everywhere 
Yet I'm still here.
Birds chirping vibrantly...

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The morning beams through -
my window panes, glowing up -
my room's white-washed walls.


03.19.2024...

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Cool waves and green foam
Zest in crisp morning breezes
Pink clouds float along
Sunrise splash into gold sun
Chill thrills before day's begun.

Yellow-orange zing
A stroll in warmth since...

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