Short Waking Up Poems

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


Premium Member Been a long time coming

waking up alone
under a liberating morning sun
feeling utterly careless and carefree



AP: Honorable Mention 2026


A Hush

Hush, not a sound yet
Everything is waking up
Listen, the trees speak
And with golden light so fair
All the world I see awakes
Form: Tanka

Coffee

Waking up to aroma
Of a gourmet 
array 
as you awake.
Some like it black
some take creamy.
Many stop and buy
that morning juice .
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Go For Gold

gold,
gleaming,
gilds the light,
quickens pulses,
making eyes go wide,
waking up greed,
steels resolve,
sets goals:
gold!
Form: Ninette

Premium Member alexa alarm

alexa alarm
makes waking up easier
feels like a friend

she tells me a joke
and temperatures for a week
the best friend ever
Form: Senryu


Morning Wish

I waking up each morning
Wishing only good things
Good luck
Lots of money
Good health
Success in career
Prayer for blessing.

Nighttide Seductions

Waking up wet her loveliness lingering...
In pools of perfume gathering as, trickling
Her tongue tasting; thick, deep inside my lips.

Premium Member Life

Waking up is hard to do. More travails, the new day brings.
Going to bed is hard too.  Life is once,
I do not want to miss anything.

My Dreams

~ my dreams cannot compare to the beauty that I see when waking up each morning to find you here with me ~
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rough Mornings

a warm cup of coffee
the best ointment to waking up grumpy
~ we've all got our vices



Wordku: 5-7-5 words


AP: 2nd place 2025
Form: Other

Life

Life works harder than you do.  Trees grow everyday.  The earth never stops moving.  You keep waking up in the morning and someday you will die
© Adam Buys  Create an image from this poem.
Form:

Day By Day

We lift our 
errant eyes 
waking up 
to the blissful 
bluebird skies.
Where there
dawns 
another day
faintly 
flickering 
itself away.
Form:

Springing Into Spring

Fresh dew on the grass Flowers Growing in garden Tulips and daisies Waking up early Going to bed later now Rain comes down, nicely
Form: Haiku

One Liner About Love

Love is falling into sleep thinking of your smile and waking up searching for your arms.



One Liner about Love - For Silent One's poetry contest

Premium Member Zen Mode

waking up from sleep
refreshed
likewise with exhalation 
release
ignition renewal continual 
within
embracing and releasing
this here now

i am

My Favorite Little Boy

My nephew;
my baby;
my big boy;
my sweetheart;
my stinker;
my life;
my waking up all night;
my honey;
my buddy;
my forever;
my always;
my life;
My nephew.

Childhood Memory Blank

So,
one
of the
things I
miss the 
most about
my childhood 
is teleporting; do
you remember going
to sleep on the sofa and
then waking up in your bed
Form: Shape

Beer and Being Human

the pain of being human
can be negated
by beer
sex
and beer
in a steady supply, i might add
there is nothing worse
than waking up
out of beer
and being human

Premium Member Sunset

dawn silently 
and steadily
if cautious
rose upward
over the horizon
with its fire,
taking to the sky
swallowing the shadows,
waking up life



10/17/2020
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Waking Up to Drop

Grandma goes for her coffee,
whilst grandson keeps his eyes shut…
—Quote by poet

waking up to drop
into the sandman’s beanbag
sheet shifting with sun
Form: Senryu

Premium Member Neil Sedoka

Laughter in the rain was our last song together. Waking up is hard to do, forty winks away. Oh Carol, calender girl, love in the shadows for now.
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sedoka

Waking Up With Pain

I'm sick of this constant pain,
It's driving me insane,
Goes with me to bed,
And wakes up with me instead,
Of giving me an hour of peace,
Oh, if only it would cease!!
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Bio

A Start Again

Is my waking up
A start again
And every new second
A thought again
And every new minute
A try again
And every new hour
A hope again
And every new sleep
A dream again
Form:

Waking Up

A alarm clock cannot defend itself
  from a hand that will not stop
     until it kills the alarm, then 
       sliently sneaks into the middle
         and turns you off
Form:

Waking Up Alive

I have to try

I have nothing to contribute

I have nothing to give to this world

I have nothing going for me

I have one more thing I fail at

I have woken up again

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