Morn Poems - Poems about Morn

...I was buried in a tomb for unknown persons. When I was alive I knew nothing of this life. Now that I'm dead I seem to have acquired it all. My heartless mother abandoned me, unwanted, Left me on ......Read the rest...

...The ottava rima stanza in English consists of eight iambic lines, usually iambic pentameters. Each stanza consists of three rhymes following the rhyme scheme a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c. The form is similar to t......Read the rest...

...Do we not wake up each morn, refreshed, energised, reborn, magnetism suffusing form, touch tender, loving and warm? Sans thought, soul presence in heart, feels therein love’s bliss hum start, ......Read the rest...

...Betrayal In the morn, the foggy creek’s rise Its gentle whispers a sweet surprise But beneath the surface, secrets lie Love’s betrayal, tears in my eyes Spri......Read the rest...

...With each passing day, a thought engulfs me-- As to what remained of yesterday would become. Apparently the curtain moves, even with the morn. The sun burns, selfless in resolve to better the eart......Read the rest...

... My healthy arm will be your stay; And I will smooth your pain away; And when I see you hang your head; It will be my turn to watch your bed; And tears of sweet affection shed. " ......Read the rest...

... I once had me a dark-haired lover, I was riding high on our romance. She said she would be mine forever, so, I decided to take the chance. Then I found out she was the devil, just all dresse......Read the rest...

... After the storms of last night, a calm surrender, When lightning flashed and thunder roared with might, Emerging to the porch, a moment so tender, In the early morn, the air......Read the rest...

...You know, I didn't recognize you nor did I know of your pain, When I saw you walking all alone through the New York City rain. I watched as you stopped on the corner, like east a......Read the rest...

...She turns sixteen one cold December clime He strings dissembling lover’s thorns so girthed The sprouts of pristine virtue split by crime The core is sore, this shriveled Rose is birthed Thoug......Read the rest...

... My internal clock is a bane to me waking me from dreams of paradise thrusting me into life's stark reality not allowing sleep when closing my eyes No matter how many hours of sleep I need ......Read the rest...

...When silence speaks.... In the still hush of dawn serene Silence speaks of this pastoral scene Whispers of wind through fields of green Where nature’s beauty truly convenes ......Read the rest...

...Dark and stormy is waiting for me As the night begins to call A rumbling sound with no shelter found As the bitter raindrops fall Lightning flashing the gods are clashing You can h......Read the rest...

... Last song is sung As day is done Not one has lost Nobody's won Moonlight moves off Awaiting morn One has now passed One's to be born Been no farewells For those that leave They take......Read the rest...

...Gloomy dismal, and forlorn... that's how this day was borne in a Greyling sallow place where death doth reign without a face. In a boneyard of decaying flesh, one fresh abyss was dug to th......Read the rest...