Morning Time Poems - Poems about Morning Time

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                                                   Tea Time

  

AQUAMARINE

Early morning is the perfect time to walk the beach,
the cool water licks at my feet.
The soft sand is like walking on a pillow,
pretty seashells yell-pick me up.
My day started off with a bit of heaven on earth.

Whatever Happened to Elevenses

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

Morning

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.

Fickle Instant Osmosis

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

Footprints

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

A Good and Blessed Day

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

Becoming Known

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,

The Great Alarm Clock Scam

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

Tomorrow Died Yesterday

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

Morning Coffee In Angie's Cafe

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

Moments

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)

Time Humbles

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,

Morning Time

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,

Rise and Shine

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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