To morning,

Morning dear Morning,
When I think of you dear morning,
I think of calm and peace
Of birds singing in the trees
I think of tea and coffee
Of croissant and of egg,
But most of all dear Morning I like to think of bed.

Of rushing off to school,
Of stubbing my toe
Of toothpaste disasters of losing my shoe
You see to me, dear Morning,
You are more than this, you are;
Morning, dear Morning.

But by noon dear Morning,
You are dead. Gone and passed away,
No never to return quite the same
So we set about mourning you dear Morning
Not with black or crepe paper hats,
But with real and secret longing for
Morning dear Morning

By evening tide you are but a wisp
A shadow of a memories sigh
But still we yearn for you dear Morning
With all our yawns and tired eyes.
Still mourning dear Morning

SO when we to bed dear Morning,
Do not think that you are quite forgot,
Oh contraire! In point of fact dear Morning,
We dream of you, we hope for you
And wish to greet you when we wake.
And so all towards you race
Within the boundaries of dreams, till
Morning, dear Morning.

Hey, I feel fresh. A simple but delightful write.

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Originally Posted by Nightshade

Still mourning dear Morning

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such a well-turned line

:banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: someone liked my poem :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana: :banana:

i am almost sure to have commented on this very poem...but where...?

Like the sunset of a winters day
happy thoughts come and fade a way
And all that is, is cold and grey.

To escape from the drudgery, a hamsters wheel
To know this is not fate and set with seal
One must learn to see, to hear, to feel.

To find the answer to my riddle retreat within ones self
and in the attic of your mind, take that box off of the shelf
and look down and see that which is a childs wealth.

Take out the thoughts, the dreams, the childs love
shake them well , wipe off the dust
Then sit within the hovel of your mind
Try to understand just what you have lost

And when you see it all so clear,
Prehaps you'll shed a little tear?
Hold this feeling close and dear.

Take down the box put its contents on display
Then live your life as you would have a child play
In honesty and truth finding pleasure in each day
Let hope and trust together light your way.

And stand for all the world to see
Take pride in who and what you be
And Say:"Look this is me!"

Moral, rhythmic, thoughtful, and with a perfect title.
I had to read the poem a few times, in order for the words to fully "sink in," so to speak, but it seems such a progressive work, almost like a fictional story. Your rhymes, a rare virtue these days, look and sound precise with a witty ending for a last line.
This poem really set me into thinking. Thank you, Nightshade. ;)

Bless you to bits momo. I dont really understand what you mean by progressive but Im going to take it as a good thing so thanks! :D

I've already told you this Night, but I'll tell everyone else! I love this poem I think it is so good! I was able to put my own situation into the words and I felt I really related to it, and it was as though you were using something that happened to me and putting it down on words! It is just really good and I think some people will be able to relate to and use if they are having problems! I loved it! But you already knew that........

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Originally Posted by Nightshade

Bless you to bits momo. I dont really understand what you mean by progressive but Im going to take it as a good thing so thanks! :D

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I apologize, for what I meant by "progressive" refers to the whole poem seeming to unfold and play a part; each stanza has a vital importance, as every word unfurls more meaning. How I related it to a story, I meant that, as in a novel, every chapter counts, and the book as a whole perhaps would not make as much sense without each chapter, as does every stanza in this poem.
Again, well done. ;)

Gosh, Blimey and Knock me down with a feather Rachy you really didnt have to do that Thanks :D makes me feal like a million stars :lol:

As for you momo Thanks a million again and Ill stop fishing for compliments s now :blush: but thanks I never showed anyone my poetry before I posted To morning here a while back and I was amazed when people said it was god but I thought right thats a one off so am astounded that this one appears to meet with approval too and absaloutly inspired to keep going :D:D:D:banana:

Ther is somthing wrong with this I just cant seem to figre out what exactly Im hoping seeing it in type my make it stand out to me. ___________________________________________
Rolling on waves came Pain,
Anger, hate it was Grief’s domain,
And so I sought refuge in Silence.
O Blessed Silence!

How I hate the Silence!
The bait was sweet the Trap is strong,
Now I am here it won’t get gone.
I endure a living death.

I am dead. Is not this death?
This loss of care, this senseless flesh?
And life is a grey mist like mesh.
Turn up the volume.

I crave sound. I seek its volume,
While on the radio a song begins to play,
Cars shriek Children scream, another City day
Below it all, above it all still Silence.

Louder than the Banshee’s wail- Silence
Deafening, Maddening- Silence
Suffocating from within—Silence
The Silence that coats my life has all but won.

The urge to escape, a human one,
Finger down throat, palm to the fame
Nothing to lose, everything to gain.
Banish the Silence bring back pain.

I can fight pain.

In silence, we become stronger as we hear the yell of the pain.
I am indeed encouraged, for that your words are really working out!

oh wow thanks thats not what I meant but thanks anyway
:D

Can you elaborate a bit, then? ;-P