Earl Grey Mornings

Pearl light,

White sheets,

Soft yawn,

Cold feet.

Crisp air,

Pink tongue,

Sun glare,

Heart young.

Earl grey mornings,

Bring tears to my eyes.

The cycle of yearning,

Before the dark demise. 

Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741