Good Morning Sweet Poems | Examples

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Premium MemberSweet Nothings

I always say good morning
I always say good night
I send them telepathically
If they don't come by write
So if your heart starts ringing
The phone call is from me
Sweet nothings I am singing
Your heart's the addressee


Premium MemberGood Night-Good Morning

I woke up to the sunrise
The sunrise was your face
Imagine waking to that every day
A thought I do embrace

At first I thought it was a dream
I've had those kinds before
But when it didn't fade away
I knew it was for sure 

My smile hasn't left me
I'm sitting on my chair
And looking out across the lake
In blissful trance I stare

Reality's a funny thing
I know that you're not here
But in my thoughts indeed you are 
Your essence always near

So here and there throughout the day
At the picture I will look
Until it lives within the folds
Of your chapter in my memory book

Premium Member0550

Good morning sunshine, time to rise 
Now wipe the sleep out of your eyes
The day has dawned to start anew
I hope today bodes well for you 
I'm looking forward to tonight 
Where I will bask under your light
And hear the angel stand and sing 
Her voice the scent of early spring
Its beauty of eternal worth
Worth more than anything here on earth 
And you wonder what it does for me?
It's the reason I write poetry

Premium MemberAwake

A soft face tickle

Whispered breath sounds in my ear

A precious alarm

Kitty's face in mine - so dear

Eager to be fed - that's clear

5/18/21
For Andrea Dietrich's Tankacrostic contest

Premium MemberSweet Morning

Can we play as much
Tennis perhaps, SWEET nothings
 in the ear of atmosphere.
TAFFY anyone, for lunch?  
A hunch.Good MORNING sounds found,
 my darling Here and there  My dear


Premium MemberSweet Morning Dew

Soft, the Morning Dove, does greet the new sunrise. Calling me to waken, wipe sleep from my eyes. Drawn to my garden, as sunlight starts to breach, to lay a golden crown, upon mountains, out of reach. As a gentle breeze comes, calm and serene I kneel. Dance, the delicate blossoms, on their petals revealed. Fresh morning dew, Perhaps to take a sip, would taste of flowers, sweet upon my lips.
For the contest: Good Morning Sponsored by Francine Robert Placement: 1st

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