Morning Poems
Morning
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
The clouds have opened their eyes wide
And all blackness wiped off the face of
The earth.
Night’s curtain has been drawn.
The rising birds in one single squadron
Halloo the world,
Winging and swinging through the
Broad lanes of the ceruleans.
I wake and tremble with the coldness of
Netted fishes;
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Sunshine Missed
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
Sunset by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
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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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at first light
by Rikske Kessner
Let us rise with the dawn,
Embrace this new day’s promise.
Tomorrow’s whispers guide us;
Innocence of past years fuels our steps
Together find peace in the present’s embrace.
at first light
by Rikske Kessner
Let us rise with the dawn,
Embrace this new day’s promise.
Tomorrow’s whispers guide us;
Innocence of past years fuels our steps
Together find peace in the present’s embrace.
Sunshine Missed
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
flower of morning
diamond dew kissed, musk rose red
grape skies overhead
wistful in the mist
so long yearning for peach sun
green birds sing sudden
Sunset by Michael R. Burch
by Michael R. Burch
Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Sr., on the day he departed this life
Between the prophecies of morning
and twilight’s revelations of wonder,
the sky is ripped asunder.
The moon lurks in the clouds,
......
Early Morning Hymns
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Young, little hours of dawn
rolled on groggily, webbed
by footages of last night’s
weak dreams.
Confrontations came at waking
time when frowzy linens
exposed the titubations of
tired sleepers among boys.
Hymns opened to the weary
pages of the eyes, frazzled
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Condensation
by Leo McManus
I locked in my room at 6 am,
The condensation in my window,
Cold and brand,
That’s the time I come and stand.
Parents telling me to get up,
When I already am,
Feeling the cold touch on my window
That's the time I come and stand.
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