#morning
I'm beautiful
You've told me all evening
and will tell me all night
but will I still be beautiful
in the morning?
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
We're forced, each man, to walk a trialed path—
resisted trek, uphill through blinding daze
that shrouds with crucible's perplexing haze
till fog-white skies yield quick to black clouds' wrath.
Affliction brims a thorny pack to bear
whilst dewy darkness drenches in the night,
but where is calming lamp to lend us sight?
And who will come to give us saving care?
Here through veil is heard a whisper certain,
then o'er the mountain creeps the dawning day
and with clear eyes we see the brume give way
as God retracts His theatre's curtain,
unsheathing velvet waves whose morning sheen
beyond grey mist splays vast and wondrous green.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Clock arms ***** upward
while the sleepers lie in their beds
thoroughly wet dreams
soak the ***** thoughts in their heads
Mothers obsessed with 7:00 am alarms
rush their ***** teenagers to designated stops
while a rising yolk shines bright
in eyes of sleepy pupils who wait for
a ******* on wheels
to shuttle them to institutions
addicted to #2 pencils
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
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i
blue grey clouds
of crushed
velvet
sunlight
tears
the
seams
ii
embers of
delicate peach
ignite flames
of fuchsia
the orb of
sun burns colors
away to ashes
blown into floes
of white
mare's
tails
iii
tiny bird
settles restless
on the
highest
branch
flits
away
iv
wind
through
the weathered stones
cries then whispers
luring
the children
who lie within our ribs
to break free
and sing
songs
of
play
v
mamalaria
cactus
wears her
wreath
of
pale
lavender
flowers
sings to
her babes
clustered
below
saguaro
listens
soulsurvivor
(C) 9/13/2015
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
The morning light spills upwards and floods fast over me from the horizon.
Its power and beauty, astounding.
I simply wake.
My problems begin when others do the same.
Good day
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Some people hate the smell of smoke
To me smoke meant early Thursday morning bongs rips
And the sun fighting it's way through the curtains
His 8 AM shirtless skin against mine and his face in my neck
The way our lips would play and tease each other, longing and smoke on our breath
Until we drifted back into dreams
Because we weren't about to let the morning win
To take that away from us
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
Morning world
Morning sunshine
Morning sadness and happiness
Morning people who we love
Lets keep it simple dear people :)
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
Morning,
I love you so
For all the life
That is breathe into me, when I wake up
For all the cool breeze at 4am
That seems to send a refreshing chill to my spine
For all the calmness you bring
That seems so peaceful before all the madness wakes up
For all the time spent
Till my alarm clock fails to wake me up
See you soon,
You beautiful.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Gleaming morning dew
Kisses the flowers awake
Intimate mornings
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Early Sunday morning
I woke up
To see your message
Barely open my eyes
I read
Your text
And smile
Not the morning person
But I would love
To see sunrise
With you
By my side
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:54 AM UTC
Good morning,
Good morning,
The day's just begun.
May yours be filled
With much laughter and fun!
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
this morning when I opened my eyes
the light was breathing the window had a pulse
as if I was a body with unmystified senses
as if I could see deeper in everything that surrounds me
perhaps a remembrance of how
difficult it was for me to be in the world
with an immense sensitivity to the slightest movement of life around me,
how wondeful to attune to the wind, the leaves, the cacophony of beautiful words and deeds, the harmony in the blinking of strangers, the sway of steps on the streets, the collapse of the waveforms of dreams that we called reality
how hard to have a mind that might understand eventually that truth is complicated or not for every creature on the walks of life.
my essence is vulnerability my strenghts is my weakness for my foolishness there is no cure
don't have to look in the mirror to recognize
my human face, your human face, their faces
late in the night when I close my eyes I see only people, the beauty of the world, the cosmos created through pain, how
the morning of the day I was born was there, and everything was already breathing before me and everything will be still spinning its mystery when this excess of life will rob a last breath from me. I know I will be watching the breath of light, how everything gets illuminated when the time is ripe
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 12:37 AM UTC
*Rustles and bustles
Of a lovely morning breeze
That shines crystal rays.*
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
Brown bean in a cup.
Perfect couple with warm milk.
The scent of morning.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Organic tea is enough for me.
Go *p
i
s
s*
on some
other tree.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
raindrops faintly laughing as they prance
along the leaves
watercress dancing gently twirling slowly
in the creek
a deer’s neck softly brushing like a whisper
against a tree
the sun is rising in the forest with hushed tones
of red on green
a brusk barista whose soul is wounded wants to cry
but bravely greets
the first blush of sweet dawn's morning ignites resplendent
things unseen
©2016janetaylor
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
It's funny
How a beautiful morning
Makes everything seem like it belongs.
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
Great morning
In a fogy day
Coldest winds
Pass by
Verdant hills
Green scenery
Shine best
In swirling clouds.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
You were the morning
When the sun returns with hope
Now night confuses.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
Soft yellow sunrise
my first morning waking up
looking into your eyes
Lying still in the moment
to soak it all in
a calm beating heart & an unscathed grin
Wrinkled sheets and messy hair
sipping fresh coffee
in a chipped-paint chair
A new beginning & the feeling of home
making sense of the past
and my journey alone
It lead me to your smile, which lead me to your kiss
and being wrapped in your angel wings
in a night of heavenly bliss
This morning I found my purpose
and I hope to see 1000 more
soft yellow sunrises streaming in behind your door
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
Coffee must always be hot
It warms the soul
And awakens the body
It fends off the sleep
Like a dragon's
Fiery breath
A drink for the gods
A magic elixir for man
But it must be hot.
If it were to be cold
It would only numb..
The world is cold enough as is.
No no, brew a fresh ***
Let the smell
Dance through the air
And fill a morning home.
Like Jesus,
Mr. Coffee
Will transform water
Into something more
But even better,
It will be hot
Coffee must always be hot.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC