These morning poems welcome the beginning of the day and celebrate the new beauty each morning brings. They capture the essence of hope, renewal, and the promise of a fresh start.
Poets use imagery of sunrises, birdsong, and dewdrops, invoking the beauty and serenity of the early hours. These verses may contemplate the awakening of nature and the human spirit, inspiring readers to embrace each day with gratitude and optimism.
‘To My Sister’ is a serene call to embrace nature’s joy with loved ones, setting aside life’s hustle for spiritual renewal.
It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
‘Morning at the Window’ presents the dejected lives of lower-class city people through the observations of an upper-class speaker.
They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area gates.
‘Four Movements in the Scale of Two’ traces a relationship’s lifecycle through musical metaphors, from harmony to dissonance.
Cut to us, an overhead shot, early morning,
Lying in bed, foetus curled,
back to naked back.
‘An Extraordinary Morning’ by Philip Levine is a moving poem that exalts and admires the brotherly love shared between two laborers enjoying being off the clock.
Two young men—you just might call them boys—
waiting for the Woodward streetcar to get
them downtown. Yes, they’re tired, they’re also
dirty, and happy. Happy because they’ve
‘Driving to the Hospital’ by Kate Clanchy captures a reflective car journey, blending love, memory, and shared moments into tender verse.
We were low on petrol
so I said let's freewheel
when we get to the hill.
It was dawn and the city
‘Here we go round the mulberry bush’ was first recorded in the mid-nineteenth century by James Orchard Halliwell. It was noted, as a great deal of nursery rhymes were, as a children’s game.
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush.
Here we go round the mulberry bush
‘Island Man’ contrasts tranquil island life with London’s urban rush, highlighting a deep yearning for simplicity.
Morning
And Island man wakes up
To the sound of blue surf
In his head
‘Steps’ by Frank O’Hara is one of the poet’s many pieces that explores life in New York City. It is written in his characteristic style and is filled with allusions that are sometimes hard to interpret.
How funny you are today New York
like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime
and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning a little to the left
‘A Description of the Morning’ by Jonathan Swift describes the various events happening one morning in London’s West End in the early 1700s.
Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach
Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach.
Now Betty from her master's bed had flown,
And softly stole to discompose her own.
‘Artist’s Life’ by Ella Wheeler Wilcox describes the personal and emotional connection a speaker has to Strauss’ composition, Artist’s Life.
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
mad with melody, rhythm—rife
From the very first to the final note,
Give me his “Artist’s Life!”
‘August Morning’ by Garcia finds joy in everyday tranquility, celebrating human life’s serene, quiet moments.
‘Break of Day’ by John Donne is an aubade told from a female perspective. It conveys a woman’s understanding of her relationship with a busy lover.
‘Tis true, ‘tis day, what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise because ‘tis light?
Did we lie down because ‘twas night?
‘Children’ celebrates the joy of childhood, using nature metaphors to contrast youthful light against adult melancholy.
Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
The poem, ‘Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802, is a celebration of this city, referencing to the bridge over the River Thames.
Earth has not any thing to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
‘Life’ by Charlotte Brontë describes the overwhelming true merriment of life and dispels the images of life a dreary and dark dream to be suffered through.
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.