Morning Poems
yes
by sea from theblueside
i woke up this morning
and thought of you while
i was brushing my teeth.
i smiled.
that's the poem right there.
Sick Morning
by Beatrice Knox
Blinds separate from each other
Light sneaks in
Touching the walls of my room
Touching my closed eyes
I open
Ruby red in my face
Brush it away to get a clear view
Of the eggshell ceiling I see everyday
I sit up
Stretch my sleeping bones
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A Place Where We All Belong
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
As the sun begins to wake...
And the day begins to break...
Newborn babies commence to stir...
A hungry kitten lets out a purr...
Soon the bacon starts to sizzle...
The sun dries last night’s drizzle...
As the day embarks anew...
Coffee and chicory begin to brew...
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Matin Requests
by John Bradford
Bloom doubly fair, sweet flowers, to-day.
And all your rarest hues display.
For Clare has left her couch of pain,
And longs to see your forms again.
Shine doubly bright, fair sun, to-day.
And chase the envious clouds away,
Clare will again the greensward tread.
If thou art reigning high overhead.
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A Multiverse
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
A Multiverse
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dewdrops in lush grass, liquid sunshine,
Iridescent shimmers, mountain to valley,
Reflecting the velvety emerald of spring,
From innumerable different fresh angles.
Quicksilver on the purple morning petals,
Or on blooms crimson, cream or apricot.
The glister has come, proclaiming softly,
Tiny universes that were somehow forgot!
Autumn So Refreshing
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow,
Morning dew glistens and the sun is mellow.
I enjoy a cool walk in morning's freshness,
Yet memories of lost summer linger precious.
Beside tall trees the grass is turning brown,
Birds sing as colored leaves are coming down.
I see a scarecrow, in the breeze fluttering,
And the faded dying blooms without numbering!
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A Place Where We All Belong
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
As the sun begins to wake...
And the day begins to break...
Newborn babies commence to stir...
A hungry kitten lets out a purr...
Soon the bacon starts to sizzle...
The sun dries last night’s drizzle...
As the day embarks anew...
Coffee and chicory begin to brew...
......
yes
by sea from theblueside
i woke up this morning
and thought of you while
i was brushing my teeth.
i smiled.
that's the poem right there.
Fields of Gold
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the blaze of the buttercup morning,
Bluejays were reeling in rich lapis skies,
And for miles lush nature was adorning,
In the golden age of hued butterflies!
Yellow and lovely were the flower fields,
Reaching forever at bright edge of day,
Yet long before dawn was destiny sealed,
With the promise of the endless bouquet.
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