Short Morrow Poems
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Clay
Dirt
Mud
Bone-morrow
Water
~my true self my soul
8/20/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
what tidings will the morrow bring
caress of love or a bee’s sting
fate any, how do we respond
will our heart continue to sing
AIR
drifting
without care
A worry gently
blown into the night
dancing into the morrow
“Freshly promising a new start”
(2)
The small seed starts to sprout and grow
under the sun of gleam and glow.
Its twigs multiply by cockcrow,
as its fruits surprise the morrow.
Virtue’s Guard
Sleep tight sweet virgin.
And on the morrow take flight.
Thou art virtue’s guard.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
1/ 5/ 2008
Eyes shot of hell's crimson,
Hands octopussed on keys,
He dreams of the morrow,
While at Facebook, he gazed.
April 22, 2014
If St. Paddy’s Day food be green
then spinach and kale’s the right thing
forget the red meat
vegetables eat
and see what the morrow will bring
How'd you like to borrow some sorrow
I've plenty to give away
You say you'll come back on the morrow
~ But there's so much backed-up here today
Severed from a
knotted past
the future’s line
went slack
Denying what
the morrow feared
refusing to
— look back
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Live for the moment
One day at a time
Borrow not sorrow
From the next morrow
Bud and blossom
Like a beautiful flower
Each day a way
Of living it
A dreadful day
cooped up inside
a book in hand
snow falling past the window
a great sorrow approaches
that book is not one you want
for exams are on the morrow
When desired path be disappearing,
Darkening forest of failure nearing,
A goodly night's sleep will end thy fearing;
Upon the morrow, shalt there be clearing.
It smiles at me
in my home it smiles
on the way it smiles
at work it smiles
Smiles, smiles today
and smiles to morrow
smiles I wish to dodge
smiles of owls I hate
Good morrow anger! Found am I not less
Angered more so; Pray thee hinder not more.
Kindred stolen of murder; Most senseless!
O murderer, locked are frigid doors; Naught honor.
Unto freshly morrow doth I arise.
Before I, the glazed forest floor in frore.
Forth multiplying flakes parachuting Steele skies.
Yea, thereupon rigid Winter finds home's door.
The Young,
Though still green,
Are ever sweet;
With good hope in morrow,
They bounce.
The old,
Though now fray,
Still can be sweet;
With replay of old tune,
They dance.
the wind's kiss
wayward,
lingered:
in the sudden
solitude
confidence
was restored,
the conflict
forgotten,
the unknown
opaque.
I turn
my face unto
the 'morrow..
with hope
no thought of morrow
embrace hope-
seek the dawn of day
MagiCicada13 Words To Live By Poetry Contest
July 8, 2019
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Quiet slumber drift.
Passing not today, not yesterday, nor tomorrow.
Children successful and church going.
What a bittersweet marriage. I think more sorrow.
There are better days ahead on the morrow.
Form:
Such wild fiery flesh,
dare i tempt to tame?
In still of morrow only truth be present.
In thinking myself worthy of such perfection of beauty in vision
to depth i play no less then a fool.
Dare i tempt?
Form:
You can’t close the door
that opens inside
Or bottle the morrow
today seeks to hide
You can’t erase feelings
like words on a page
Or trap a new lover
— with yesterday’s cage
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
J-une third early morn
E-ndorses a better clime;
V-iolent wind Saturday
I-sn't howling in
T-ime.
A-llow the night to pass,
L-et the morrow come;
O-pen your eyes to new dawn,
B-ad weather turns calm.
How bright the morrow is
beaming with lights of hope.
The worries of today stay with today.
Tomorrow is new and fresh
like a day old babe.
Glowing with glory
that set on wheels
the successes of the future.
ONE FINE DAY
~~~~ * ~~~~
one fine day
middle of the morrow
two lovers fell out
had a quarrel
O their sadness
O their sorrow
Kissed, made up
Babies followed
Sojourners all
We must fall
Here today, now
No morrow, how?
We fade away
Slowly, if I may
Out of limelight
Not out of sight
It all falls apart
Ere your body, they cart
To the grave
Home of the brave