Short Morning After Poems

Short Morning After Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Morning After by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Morning After by length and keyword.


The Worst Morning After

The worst morning after       Was the morning       I lost you                                                 Richard Ferry


Premium Member MORNING AFTER

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ tide retreats~ slick black rocks gleaming with secrets left behind
Form: Other

Sorrow's Moment

The sparkle 
In your eyes 
The morning after
Night is crowded with
Pain and laughter
Sorrow captures 
This precious moment

After the Rain

The morning after
Three days of incessant rain
The air is vibrant
Pools of water on the ground
A slight stirring of earth sounds
© Jim Wilson  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka

Premium Member The Day After

The party was pretty wild.
I'm stuck with the morning-after mess.
My hangover's just barely subsiding.



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

AP: 1st place 2025


Premium Member The Morning After

You left this morning
I was you, and you were me
you were gone without a word?


I left this morning
you in your naked beauty
I will return, my dearest.
Form: Sedoka

Each Morning After Night

E-ach
M-orning
A-fter
N-ight

E-arly
L-ight
B-egins
A-s
D-awn
A-ppears
W-ith
I-magery

Topic: Poetess (Eman Elbadawi) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic

Premium Member FOREVER BLUE

Our worlds still blue
Like the Drake Hotel
The morning after
When the San Diego winds
Carried the scent
Of your perfume
Down the winding stairs
Of tomorrow

Premium Member Cold Pizza

Good to have morning-after greet ya
With gourmet coffee and cold pizza.
If leftover guests are crashed on floor,
Give 'em a slice, and show 'em the door.
Form: Rhyme

Carolina Georgina

Four moons rise in December,
Cold, hard, white,
Small, red, warm,
Early morning after long night, 
Far away Korea bleeds,
Betty's brown eyes hating Nick's blue.
Form:

Morning After Night

R-adiance
O-f
Y-our

M-orning
A-fter
N-ight
Z-ealously
A-bates
N-atural
O-bscurity

Topic: Birthday of Roy Manzano (October 30) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Form: Acrostic

Eggrog

Your noggin in the morning,                                                                                                                                                    after too much eggnog
© John Beam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Grook

Premium Member Turkey Brekky

On the morning after
a turkey-dining day,
‘leftovers for breakfast'
is a bit of okay.
A dish or a sammich,
whatever you feel like;
Throw in all the fixin's:
A great morning meal, like.
Form: Rhyme

Stepping Out

STEPPING    OUT




Stepped out this morning after many torrid days.
Stillness and dreeping dampness met my gaze.
Trees above thankful for the welcome swallow.
I too breathed deep a welcome here  below.
Form: Couplet

Natural Order of Things

First rhythm to the beat:
Being honest
Next guest of honour:
Purpose
Following the morning after:
Self-awareness and courage
Break for freedom:
The musician strikes a cord

And echoes the universe it's glorious Love song

The Morning After

smooth lies spread so thickly 
with the flat dullness of a butter knife 
the pain inflicted by their sharpness
enough to surgically remove your heart
droplets of your essence left to bitterly lace your morning coffee

Even Now First Light Dawns

Flood tide on flood tide; a night
Of storms awash in.
Dear, as brief a time will run
This pillowed grieving.

Mood of a morning after?
Look of a land then?
Sweetest chirped, smile-budding cracked
Quickly forgetten!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member As The Darkness Grows

As the darkness grows 
It grows the leaves,
Up the tree in rows...
The wind, it helps, it weaves

Imagine the people's eyes
When the first thing they see,
In the morning, after winter dies
The new green leaves that be!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Scores

Alive as half a century passed;
I put my life to the looking glass.
Saturday morning after hitting the links;
I paused for a moment and then I thinks;
 If I traded these scores with my college tour,
I would have made A’s in each.

its the morning after i found out and

an energy drink is the 
only thing keeping 
me on my feet as
i pack away
the little bits of you
still sitting around
my room into
little boxes to
hide them in my
closet as i 
pretend my heart
is racing because of the
caffeine

Premium Member Happy As Can Be

~HAPPY IS THE KEY~
        
Happy in the shower, Happy like a tree
Happy flower, Happy Bee, 
Happy in the morning after drinking coffee
Happy like a puppy, who loves its flea

:-)
Happy Me, Happy You, Happy like everyone I see

xoxo
© Skat A   Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Moonlit Talk At Night Time Diners

Night time moonlit magic, 
all-night conversations
in diners intense 

uninhibited gaily
sharing secret 
stories

listening as
only complete
strangers can
listen.

Unable to face
each other
the morning after

pretending not
to remember …

Morning After Winter

The curtains fly apart at 6;

the sunlight that knocks on my window

is like bird wings, knocking on the glass pane,

which flutter like

the fluttering of eyelids whose time has come to unfurl,

unfurl like the petals of flowers reborn the morning after winter.
© Ekso Ekso  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Imagism

Morning Snow

Soft glow in the early morn,
A quick look out my window below.
God has raised his magic wand
The whole Earth is covered with snow!

A quiet reigns before my eyes,
Over a world so beautiful it glows.
Nothing can compare to the loveliness,
Of a morning after it snows!
Form: Rhyme

Dragonfly

look .. a dragonfly passing by 

willow at the lake .. i hear 

you cry / new sunrise 


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an old man/woman shed a tear of joy 
as they wake up the morning after .. and life goes faster
Form: Haiku

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