Morning Time Poems - Poems about Morning Time

Breakfast done, lunch so far away. It's never too early or late for Elevenses! Perhaps a seed-cake, sweet fragrant and so very proper. Or a steaming currant bun, warm, light and spicy. Oh perhaps the splendor of a freshly baked scone with jam and cream. Or delicate petite fours scattered with remnants of a dream perchance? Who stole the plate the...

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Morning is of the most Important part of the day: It set the time It set the tone For the rest of the day Set it right. Every new morning Gives us the chance To learn, to strive, And to be better Than we were The day before....

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Ephemeral eternity — covers osmosis pinnacles In a loving natural roots, nostalgia never fails Welcomed. . .we wander — and cry It slinks slackly not dwelling in the gloom. . . Gestalt therapy in sepia tones offers an odd view, Instant mete hourglass, scythe, magic mind wing Proper, shining ruined glass before filters and pixels, Cracks reveal truth, and hazy images evoke...

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There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, frozen silence. I stop, marooned in the middle of a crystalline surround that seems so brittle that if I take one more step I will cause this fragile...

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Sometimes, we have had a good and blessed day But we failed to acknowledge that fact The weather was as beautiful as a peacock It was sunny and the visitors were observing the bay The birds were chirping and hopping all day long The children were out there playing in the park The dogs were so jolly that they did not...

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Find a place here in the half light of a morning where, still damp with dew and enameled in ice, there is calm curled under trees and dreams linger in the mist. There will be a sense that the morning has made room for you. Stop here. Feel the world pause in this place of in-between, before the real intrudes and sends the day off shackled to its clock. Here,...

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A singular failure is the alarm When used to late morning sleepers disarm For as soon as it rings They turn off the damn thing And don't wake up 'til work's done on the farm...

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Hark! Tomorrow died yesterday, Leaving us lost in sorrow and dismay. The dreams we held, now shattered and torn, The hopes we had, forever forlorn. The future we sought, now lost in the fray, As we wander aimlessly, with naught to say. The path ahead, now dark and unclear, With no light to guide us, no solace to hear. The pain we...

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Warm air eases a pleasant drift upon the morning over coffee and freshly baked bread, the far off sound of the sea and birds bridging distance to here in the soft hum of Angie's Cafe. Everything seems to be served within a lull, a cupped moment sipped slowly, unhurried thoughts not moving beyond the breathings of an espresso machine, the muted chatter of...

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Where are those beautiful moments? Yes, I have heard that asked before. Can a moment be captured, recorded? Even on a camera? A tape recorder? Would you look at it, hear it, feel what you felt when you felt it? Perhaps this morning conjured magic but is now just that moment - yes, something I felt merely felt, then. That is in the past tense. (May 2022)...

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You're young You're strong Time will crumble Time will humble You, You and You. You're beautiful You're powerful Time will fade Time will get rid Of You and You. Enjoy your time now Don't wait for tomorrow For the inevitable sorrow No need to tell you how Carpe diem. You're happy You're pretty Time is the enemy That you cannot stop Time is the enemy That you cannot top Carpe diem. Copyright © January 2019, Hébert Logerie,...

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When the sky wakes up and there is sunlight, and the sky become bright as white, then comes morning time waking everyone with an alarm's chime. Then, we see birds chirping in trees, and see the house of bees. The morning breeze touches us, and that's the only time we don't make a fuss. Dew drops on leaves and flowers, the beauty of morning,...

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Burrowed beneath billowing bedding Eyes strain to lift leaden lids Sleepy slumber Summarily shaken off Dreams disengaged Reality recognised A glance at the clock To check it is really morning And the day can begin A stretch and a yawn The body unfurled Ready to rinse and repeat The cycle of daily rituals And chores With vim and vigour Oh, how we strive To embrace and conquer Each today...

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(Q)uiet morning (U)nwraps the day (I)nspiration simmers below the surface (E)ncouraged by a periodic bird song (T)o contribute something to say (M)orning is a beginning (O)ffering a trime to start fresh (R))eigniting things to enjoy (N)ever ignore desires (I)nviting the best within (N)ight is behind and beyond (G)rasp this day for all its worth Heidi Sands 5/30/21...

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Bright morning star that, in the frosty dawn enfurled, Arrives like a fleeting herald of the sun, Return, I beg, to your nocturnal world. Return and let this silent hour run Yet a while. Leave her in my arms to pause Locked in this frozen twilit time. Overturn all the temporal laws. Vanquish therewith each clock and chime. Eternity spent by my...

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