Waking Up Poems - Poems about Waking Up

Leopard narrowed his yellow eyes for the night His body is stretched across upper branch tight He snores easily, but is awakened by a small boor This small tasty mammal rustled across the jungle floor...

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I go to the supermarket to buy some mangoes. I’ve had five coffees And spent hours on detangling computer wires. Reciting a poem I remember from fourth grade I opened another three college letters in the mail yesterday. The mailman’s teeth were yellow. We regret to inform you We regret to inform you We regret to inform you that There are no...

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Waking up early steals your sleep, but sleeping too long steals your peace, Like a morning thief leaving shadows in place of unfulfilled dreams, Movement makes you feel pain in your muscles, but stillness weakens you, Like a stone statue crumbling under the weight of time, without motion. Earning money requires time and effort, but lacking it steals your...

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In the morning, I dread waking up. When I do, there is no you. Since you left me, it's the one thing I haven't been able to get used to. There are nights I drink coffee, Trying to make myself stay awake. On the hard days I'm missing you, There are these pills that I take. In the end, it doesn't matter. Eventually my...

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Sat in rows dressed for summer, we convene to talk about winter and death. There are four screens in the room. one in front left right ...

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burdened wandering among negative energies although for the most part they impacted him not he searched in vain for that elusive elixir of love resonating at a frequency matching his own poised in stillness, he exited the lucid dream recognised all as one, as thoughts he did stream...

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I open my eyes. All around me, everything is unfamiliar: unfamiliar wallpaper, unfamiliar white leather sofa, unfamiliar country. I moved here to teach, and here I am learning that I’m underprepared, underqualified, underdressed, and hungover. He wouldn’t let me leave last night, you see. As the party was dying, I coloured his bathroom with oversweet Georgian wine and washed down chicken wings that came back up. He decided: I could miss the last metro, sleep...

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When lilacs with the springtime rise and weary hordes no longer slumber, music from God's own guitar now flies to cajole the misty earthen number; begin etching the kaleidoscope of summer....

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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 ...

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The dark of night when turns to day, When slowly stars begin to blur And birds, barely from sleep bestir, Older by day, greyer than grey, Dreams when spill over my pillows And in so doing lose some flair… In dawn’s refreshing fragrant air, When I wallow in waking woes, The sun when lights up at the...

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~ you ~ are like a breath of fresh a i r stagnancy ceases with your presence oh! how I adore breathing now carefully inhaling lightness and creativity exhalation - just a chance t o b r e a t h e ~ again ~...

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In dawn's soft embrace, flickering the light, Lighting up shadows, bidding night goodnight. Eyes slowly unveil a world anew, Morning's palette, a canvas of hue. Birdsong weaves through the waking air, A symphony of life, beyond compare. Silent dreams linger, a fleeting trace, As reality unfolds, in this waking place. Gentle breezes dance with morning's cheer, Embracing the day, dispelling any fear....

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I woke up in the middle of the night Hoping Santa Claus might be in sight I know my parents thought I was in bed so tight But I heard a thump and I saw a light Crept down to the living room where things were bright A hairy green thing was halfway in my vision, my sight I screamed when...

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I should have washed the dried tears away My skin is uncomfortable this morning That can be remedied though There is a hush and I feel I can hear a far away train It might be my blood pumping past my ears but I'm enjoying picturing a freight train steadily travelling along Imagining faded containers of blue and red going...

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The bedside alarm jerks me rudely from the slumbering solitude of my bed And jolts me into a half-conscious state of confused mania, As five o'clock shadows intrude upon the foggy bog of my mind. Beckoning me to arise from my slumbering nest of troubled sleep To meet the misty morning challenge of another day. Outside my window world A moonlight sonata calls...

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