Morning After Poems - Poems about Morning After

Mist feathery drifts last night’s breath loosening above basalt slopes of Huatung Pacific swallows trace morning brushwork over Fuli’s rice paddies new green scented with rain. Xiuguluan River flows jade mountain-born among ancestral stones white willows in Ruisui weep dew-kissed cycad fronds catching first sunlight Leaf pearls gather on my thatched sandals Walami earth holds stories in its coolness. Bihe Pond rests hidden in Wanrong’s stillness waters reflecting...

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If no-separation is what is then all bets are off~ appearances arise which are not explainable and any explanations are appearances arising~ seems like some Sunday morning simplicity....

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DEWFRESH MORN Poem written for “Vibrations from a Verso” Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud, sponsor, July 26, 2025 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ birdsong, sweet serenade songs of wonder branches sway, leafy shade scent softly wafts tears from night softly prayed fields of umber no longer am I frayed Visit here quite oft! ...

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Checked by www.howmanysyllables.com>syllable_counter **************************************************************** Dew Fresh Morn ...

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I'm waking up and rubbing two blinded eyes, The crispness of the sweet-scented air in whimpering July Rapidly spreads by a benevolent wind that pleases, It allows me to discover by intent a sublime reality, Which is the morning's picturesque beauty: Does strong belief interfere with a sense of great friability? Nature can be brutal or pleasant, and yet...

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On a fine spring morning saw dew drops GLEAM They shone like glass globules Some rested COOL on slender leaves of grass Gems they did SEEM But in time they vanished pliant to RULE! ...

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When I’m away, I hang a bag Or two from my front door. The guy who brings the morning paper Knows just what it’s for. He neatly folds The New York Times And places it inside, Where it will stay and wait until My home’s reoccupied. Today, nine papers filled the bag And that’s exactly right. Tomorrow I’ll start reading them, In order, and I might Get...

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Vibrations from a Verso 7-25-25 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud Theme Chosen: Dark Coal of Night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dark Coal of Night Moonbeams, morning’s prophet, Chase coal of night Into wombs of white fire As flames imbue Dreams with clarity’s gems Facets of light, Glittering stars of dawn ~ Diamonds of dew. ...

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Silence quells the bells as dawn sneaks into the space, where darkness reigned supreme. All is hushed and holding back. For something to be assembled. From the dis-membered memories, littering the floor from the day before. Mists slowly spread their pale white tendrils. Down dark dank valleys, too dozy asleep to notice. The trees stand stoically, resigned and watchful. Knowing they only play a...

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An ombré of coal black zinnia red across stygian sky metamorphose the stelliferous night when sunrays tread the dewy morn awakes red as a rose! Placed fifth VIBRATIONS FROM A VERSO Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud 25th July,2025 ...

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SUNDAY MORNING DRIVE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday morning drive~ no maps, no rush, just the open road, Dad at the wheel, our compass. The ribbon of road unwinding, ...

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Praise this renewed daybreak Grace of sunlight Pouring into my home Blessings unfold To grant me well with peace That work be bright In times of restlessness My strength I hold ! Variations From A Verso Contest of Nette Onclaud Jul 23, 2025...

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USPS Stamps Contest 7-24-25 Stamp Chosen American Treasures Louis Comfort Tiffany 2006 Tiffany believed stained glass was a spiritual experience. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Through a Tiffany Window Touched by the whisper of a coral dawn, Morning opens a casement portal And steps into a garden – A crystalline cathedral - Where the alabaster breath of dawn Enchants dusk With rippled amber rhythms In between ascending...

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Damp sound of squelching grass beneath my feet ushers bright dew soaked morn on wild green plot of tangled twigs, stalks, leafs where young lambs bleat and blather without rein in frisky trot!...

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What a beautiful morning, how sweet is the song ! Then I heard the news, and the world is still wrong. (07/24/2025) ...

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