Good Morning Poems
Let’s relish, and be grateful for another day. Good morning!
Early morning dewdrops On leaves where it stops. Pristine droplets of freshness, Renders the mornings its beauty. The birds begin their journey very soon, Reminding me of my own that I must start before noon…
Every day begins with a new story, New hopes and achievements seeking fresh glory. The sun never fails to rise, Even when the darkest night tries. The mornings teach us something, That rise you must, despite anything…
The sun streams its rays forcefully through my window, Bidding goodbye to the night that casted its shadow. Sleep still engulfs me heavily, It doesn’t seem to let go of me so easily. I bring the sheets up to my face, To again sink through the sleep daze.
The early morning bird with its song so sweet, Is certainly hard for anyone to beat. It seems to sing for the morning so beautiful, A day of new hopes and smiles very cheerful. The clouds gently say hello, And teasingly seem to call me a lazy fellow
I woke up early this morning When the sun had not yet started shining The air felt fresh and chill, And I sat there perched on my window sill. Thinking about what the day has in store for me, New hopes and promises I got to see…
A cup of steaming hot coffee in my hand, And before me the vast spread of land. I lean on one of the pillars of the house, My temptation to run out is tough to douse. It’s raining heavily outside, Ruining a beautiful morning and a holiday side by side.
A brand new day is welcomed by a spurt of sunshine, Gone is the time when the stars formed a line. A soft ray of light replaced with a stronger one, Reminding me that my time to rest is done. Gentle winds brush down my cheek, Taking away any traces left of my sleep. It’s [...]
The rays of the sun illuminate my room, It’s hard not to notice the bright star in its full bloom. For all days are to the sun the same, Unlike us who consider life a wild game. The morning shares many stories, Of the beautiful life and its glories.
Pristine dewdrops on the leaves, Are treasures often neglected by the thieves. The misty sky and freshness of the trees, Are to one’s soul happiness’ keys. These are the treasures of the morning, That have the power to even lift mourning.