Short Morning Time Poems
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Time to wake to mornings light
Night has gone it's taken flight
Time to rise its getting bright
Now to sample today's delights
Form:
Clockwork Cat
Pats my sleepy cheek.
Hits my eyelids, boops my nose.
Yelling please get up!
-by Edlynn Nau
©April 13, 2019
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with hope in my heart
beyond the horizon
the sun about to rise
i greet the new day
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on October 4, 2020
Dusk begins to glow
Beautiful blue skies take face
Many birds sing too
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
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.
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.
Little kisses on your neck...
Small shivers not to correct...
Gliding fingers down your back..
Oh sweet love we never lack..
Bodies drenched in their own rain...
A morning breeze still can't tame...
Eyes that mirror all the same heart...
A Saturday morning wonderful start...
Teapot
Hymns a sweet morning will sing,
As teapot pours freshness,
In bowl of great antiquity,
To start the day with zing,
Hymns a sweet morning will sing.
A prized refrain- 7/6/8/6/7
Written August 5th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Inspired by pic#2 in nette's contest
Appreciated morning time friend.
Despised morning time enemy.
Always knowing when to chime in.
Never knowing when to shut up.
Piercing the calm.
Then teasing peace, but only for a short while.
Liking to hear itself speak.
Can't hear myself think.
Alarm clock....
Oh, dreaded alarm clock.
The morning sky
Like royal velvet
Stars shining still
The deepest blue
The moon unset
The wind is chill
Slowly fading
The sky changing
Slowly pale blue
A burning disk
Rising above
Colours every hue
Orange and Red
Burst upon high
A warm fiery glow
A yellow haze
I’m in a daze
Nature’s fine show
It shines on my window seal
Warm as a reminder that it is time to
Love the bird
Whose turn it is to call for the newest morning.
It’s morning again
It seems like it is the same time morning began yesterday
I wondered this morning,
How the bird alternate the turn for the calling of the new morning
It is morning
Form:
“ I'm gonna love you till the morning
comes “
“ Till the morning comes “
“ I'm gonna love you till the morning
comes “
“ Till the morning comes “
No! no! So wrong
“ I'm gonna love you till the end of
time “
“ Till the end of time “
“ I'm gonna love you till the end of
time “
“ Till the end of time “
Now that sounds better
Form:
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)
(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
Me vs Voices and Me
Who are you, (we are here)
What are we,(piano sound escalades )
Loud screams ascend,( I am me)
Why must you, ( your so stupid)
The time is now,(you'll always be a nobody)
Train sounds descending,(its morning time)
Everyones looking, (everyone knows )
Everyone hears, ( everyone should)
I am me, ( were always here)
I'm just me, (were always here , never going away)
Schizophrenic Blues
Tea Time
Lilting songs tuned up at tea time,
Mint scent pervades the nearby air,
No time better than at morn
On to start the day with soft taste,
Pursue the journey with a bang.
falling water dancing palms
soft warm sun caressing
floating bubbles in procession
slowdancing morning time in years
so the music of the light
in staunch defiance of endless night
helps to capture and enfold
sparkled rapture to behold
a loaded candle for the soul
feeds ravenous on joy of life
ebbs and flows of breathing tide
someone close to be beside
what more indeed could anyone
but need to carry on
Form:
He awakes you in the morning time
Clothed in your right mind
Praise Him
He gives you clothes, shelter and food to eat
Everyday all the protection you need
Praise Him
He is the best friend you'll ever have
He won't leave you nor forsake you no matter how bad
Praise Him
So, regardless of situations, circumstanced, or woes
Just know that its God, Him you can go
Let everyone that have breath should know, to
Praise Him, Praise Him, Praise Him
Can you see through the dust and glare
Whilst looking ahead or do you dare
A step a stagger forward you go
Just wanting something that you can show
Others call and some fall
As the world turns on one and all
And we look on in the morning time
Wondering if the day will be fine
When you stand at the crossroads
Left or right or straight ahead mode
You can stand and turn around
Looking back is allowed but future you’re bound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Good morning time to wake up
You put on clothes then shoes
Smile say hi, laugh some too
Yet still miserably wonderful
Cup of coffee, eat a muffin
Grab your keys, go to work
Do your job, get paid
Yet still miserably wonderful
Get home, cook food
Pj’s on, relax a little too
Westerns on, health is bad
Yet still miserably wonderful
Go to sleep, wake up
Streets of gold, heavenly choir
At peace, no pain
Yet miserably wonderful is now a phrase.
In the morning light,
I see the Sun very bright.
The birds moving here and there..
1,2,3,4, Oh my..now I can't see them anywhere.
The sound of the construction sight near my house,
And the shouting of my mother seeing a small mouse.
The bees suck the sweetest nectar,
I plant more flowers to make the happier.
I go downstairs to eat my breakfast,
And then complete some important tasks.
I go to school to meet my friends...
And write with my colourful pens.