Nature Good Morning Poems

REJOICED AND GLAD

Awakened naturally—no need to go

to the bathroom—I peeked  through

the blinds of the bedroom window, 

and there it was: had I been dreaming,...

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Morning 

Under the early morning starry night skies
A little red robin fluttered by
She came a little closer to me 
Bathing  in the peace of...

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Blackened tendrils take the trees,
Take the skin by follicle,
Empty matter, pushed debris,
Pressed and parabolical. 

Zephyrus claims, lack of choice,
Echoes through the aether,
Chaos calms his quiet...

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crimson mixes of love and rage,
a cauldron of heartache bubbling,
memories shared, now a tribute,
to the venom in my pen writing.

fueling our past, surviving tonight,
amongst the...

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The sun is up and coming in the morning,
The moon is waving me a sad goodbye,
The dawn of our solution,
Is cleaning our pollution,
With optimal collusion...

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Hey…psst…wake up! I know it's still dark but will you come with me? Come on…

We tiptoe quietly through the sleeping house and slip our...

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Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
Satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
Chirpy echo squeak,
 from red-wing...

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Clouds drift
Sun Lifts
Minds slumber, peacefully adrift
Birds sing
Bells ring
A quiet morning in the spring 
Blue skies
Mind’s Eye
Takes it all in to clarify
What’s This
All This
Is there anything...

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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...

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While perched atop on the hill, I look around and observe the bright blue sky

it’s early in the morning and only birds break the sound...

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Moss running down 
Rain dripping 
Trees are still
Yet I'm here 
Wood chips on the ground 
Wet and mushrooms everywhere 
Yet I'm still here.
Birds chirping vibrantly...

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Awoken before dawn by rooster call
To greet the day from my rocking chair
‘Twas the purest morning of them all
Something special filled the air

Noble gases became...

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Sitting here
Birds sing in good cheer
Robins bouncing around
Pulling their breakfast from the ground
Such a cheerful sound
Hopping along
Singing their song
Happy as can be 
Singing from a...

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After the glistening stars have spoken,
Night has fallen, soft and quiet, with poise,
Reflecting all the hearts that have broken,
Shattered by the winds, such a ghastly...

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colour palette spilling with paint on grass,
vision to capture nature on canvas,
makes myriad strokes, eyes strain behind glass,
creates butterflies, pupas with larvas.

meadow he paints with...

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