Metaphor Morning Poems

I take in the morning's last breath,
it's fleeting hour, surrounded, 
by little whispers of thought,
I swear, will lead me to where,
the rivers run too deep,
but,...

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Must morning return so soon?
her hand-me-down haste,
& moth-eaten bloom,
grieves for the rain,
of last night's pour,
but, I still taste,
the petrichor,
dancing,
on my tongue.
...

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Weeping eyes dream, as do mine, 
in Satie's melancholic scene,
haunted, his heartbeat,
throbs in my throat,
as I wait in stead, 
to capture, 

every
   breath

of...

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I think I'm in trouble, watching morning's,  
dance of light, across the crumpled pillow,  
noticing a fleck of amber in your eyes, ...

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I can feel your breath,
dance on peach fuzz,
honeysuckle smoke,
whispers in my lung,
every follicle tuned, 
we are two of one,
quietly a buzz,
bucolic beds state,
unassuming,
the morning’s hour,
delicate....

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it is was on my morning stroll 
i first noticed that common
white house dress, pearl buttons
busy in her garden
sauntering on, a most common sight
on subsequent...

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the stages of life
  the planetary times
I, an observant poet, appreciate
living the beautiful days and nights...
when the morning opens the curtains
letting pass splendid light
when...

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With  the window of the mind opened;
Birds yodel, and solemnly reveal,
 All universal secrets......

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"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors." ... Quote by Charles Messina

A flock of doves flying and diving,
only to rise...

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In the aurora when you depart:
I sight you from behind leaving me
carrying my illusions ,wishes...

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Take the morning and wring it
with calloused hands 
to see what drips
from the bloat of its beginnings,
a splash of light to give
gleam to a memory...

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I can see the dark hues through my window, 
it’s cloudy outside with no stars or fireflies. 
It’s been three years since the darkness has...

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OF BEAUTIFUL MORNING GLORIES…

The ebon night
has slowly waned
and the peaking dawn
waxes as the horizon slowly
raises its eyelid releasing
a sleepy orange glow.
 
Slowly, the giant
earthly eyeball...

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stars revere the rising sun and bow out of sight,
               ...

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Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox...

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