Morning After Poems - Poems about Morning After

crisp morning you are full of natural wonder by 10 you are thawed...Read the rest...

birds sing on wing big yawn at dawn sun's out no doubt sunrise rubs eyes gets up makes cup... of tea, felt free! ...Read the rest...

Arrows from bright, unbroken skies are falling down into the eyes of a man who is searching, yearning to find fantastical vistas inside of his mind. The warming rays illuminate for him branching paths from which to choose again– one that's...Read the rest...

Sort of morning that Though dark jubilates in blue, A worn out welcome....Read the rest...

I do it often, drag a perfect morning in through the front door of myself and make it a reluctant guest, replace its colors with my own dour palette, drown out its soft voice with noise. It has become a habit, trying to...Read the rest...

Sounds blowing against the window Making waves down the street below Feeling the chill, seizing the day Like a treat of holiday Playing music of yesterday Feeling the beat in every way While prying mouths constantly...Read the rest...

I awaken to shadows outside a soft patter the emerald lawn glistens a screen glows laptop on table waiting for a new poem the day begins with a whisper solitude's embrace with a whisper the day begins waiting for a new poem laptop on table a screen glows the...Read the rest...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Night’s curtain falls, stars fade away, Releasing dreams, keeping sorrows at bay, But with dawn’s first light, so meek and mild, Comes the promise, for every man, woman, and child. Past’s shadows may linger, long and deep, Yet with sunrise,...Read the rest...

My open-ended lines can convey more than one idea. Verse 3, middle line, ends in “I am.” I am both okay (today) & puddles on pavement. whispering birds through wind and light rain no drama of...Read the rest...

Monday morning by the beach Blue water just in my reach Gentle waves like lullabies Singing rhyme before my eyes Temptation of cold, warm feel Washing softly upon my peel Makes me want to undo...Read the rest...

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A fellow poet says don’t start a poem with looking out the window but I am— I am looking out the window to see the lawn outside my window has grown. A neighbor says there are too many verses on love, but restless I tap laptop keys to compose another....Read the rest...

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There is a sense of trespass on this frost enameled morning as I leave my footprints graffitied across the white grass, sending the noise of every step to crunch my presence into a wide, frozen silence. I stop, marooned...Read the rest...