The Morning Melody

The Morning Melody short poem

Photo by Jimmy J4

I hear everyday a 10 bits song,
every morning, I wake up with the musical alarm of clock-
it sounds as “Ding Dong Dong.”
“Tweet”, “Tweet”- birds come out from nest with early dawn’s knock!
With clucking and crowing of hens and cocks-
I make myself ready for an early walk with a pair of shoes and socks.
The morning breeze welcomes me alike every day-
as it comes through the valleys to call me,”Hey!”
Some frogs try to make their passage on the road side,
They say “croak” as they hop on the rocky slide.
The squirrels play hide and seek,
they as usual chatter with the sound of”tick-tick”.
The sound of siren comes out of shipyard-
makes me aware of my daily routine to look forward.
I can hear the crashing sound of waves from the sea-shore,
It adds an echo with the ringing bell from the temple-door!
All I hear the pleasant melody of nature-
with the silence of morning and its cheer.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of bosesoma2010


Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I am an amateur writer, some poems are published with Forward poetry Social.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

1 Comment on "The Morning Melody"

Notify of
Sort by:   newest | oldest

Nice poem. Good cadence.


The Melody Of The Poet

The Melody Of The Poet short poem

The melody of the poet for the soul to please, with its chords of truth in spoken breeze. There can be no freedom which is attached by the ego’s ear, no serenade’s art and temporary clear. One must smite the

Kiss Me Each Morning

Kiss Me Each Morning short poem

Kiss me each morning for a million years The joy it gives is the reason for my tears; Honey I take your love and I make it right Now here is my body Let it be your velvet for tonight

This Morning

This Morning prose poem

This morning I awoke, You were the first thing on My mind: You were the sunrise Spreading your golden rays Across the sky. This morning I woke up You were the fresh rose In my garden Your tender petals blowing


Morning prose poem

Quiet stillness Like the whole world is waiting for something Holding its breath in anticipation As the sun breaks through The once sleepy sky The day waits to begin Until just the right moment When the universe is ready To

Melody Of Life

Melody Of Life short poem

Sky , it never say’s bye , day and night makes me believe , that faith only hugs and with hope future can surely can be conceive , green and blue are not just color but emotions to feel. every