Sad Morning Poems

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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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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I've had enough of songbirds
they don't speak for me
and the specialist keeps me waiting
in a monotone room for waiting
and the windows are too fish tank...

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She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire 
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as...

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There are tears mixed 
into the pancake batter
sun is still obfuscated 
by the window shades
without sunshine, I still 
wind up a morning person
Tobacco clings to...

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Morning Thoughts

Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building
the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow 
inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are...

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He’s a Sunday Morning Christian
Sitting prominently in his pew, 
On the  other six days of the week
He exploits folk like me and you.
From his...

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No One By My Side

Today I woke early,
To see the sun rise,
And so I threw on a scarf,
And came outside,

Now I walk alone,
No one by...

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Be it sunny or cloudy
The weather determines my mood
On a bright sunny morning
My mood is upbeat and cheery
And conversely on cloudy days
My mood is sombre...

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Sick yesterday, cold on hot days, sad and painful. Glad I smelt the fresh dew today....

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That morning
you had asked
your maid
why she wasn't
smiling happily.
Was it not
Independence Day?

She had paused
in her meticulous
dusting of you
priceless paintings.
She had looked 
at you;
dead eyes
set in a
blank...

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The black velvet sky,  
with diamond dancing stars.  
The full moon,  
shining brightly.  
Morning awaits,   
sun bursting into color....

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Tears, like crystal droplets,
fell to the ground.
Carrying the voices,
the cries of the past.
Showing in its clear body,
the pain and suffering,
the feeling of familiarity to,
the fraction...

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Raining

It is raining outside. 
I can hear the drops on the roof. 
They are loud, 
and getting louder all the time. 
My heart seems to...

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