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Welcome to our collection of dew poems, where the beauty of the morning is captured in delicate verses. From the glistening droplets on leaves to the soft mist in the air, these poems celebrate the freshness and tranquility of dawn.
Explore the frosty magic of winter mornings or the dewy serenity of spring. Immerse yourself in the daisy-filled meadows or the forest awakening to the day.
Whether you prefer short and sweet poems or longer, more contemplative ones, you’ll find a variety of styles and tones in our dew poem collection. So grab a cup of tea, sit back, and let the beauty of morning inspire you.
Morning’s Kiss
Your touch, a gentle bead,
Dew’s charm, nature’s creed.
In every dawn, in every ray,
You bring sparkle, start the day.
Through your shimmer, light does play,
In your glow, joy’s display.
Nature’s Tear
Your form, a crystal clear,
Dew’s grace, morning’s cheer.
In every leaf, in every bloom,
You bring freshness, banish gloom.
Through your presence, calm is found,
In your drop, life’s unbound.
Silent Pearl
Your bead, a silent fall,
Dew’s gift, nature’s call.
In every blade, in every flower,
You bring purity, morning’s hour.
Through your drop, worlds arise,
In your glint, nature’s prize.
Dew’s Jest:
Dewdrops with shimmer bright,
In the morning, pure delight.
From leaves so grand to petals fine,
Dewdrops, divine.
In every drop, a tale is spun,
Dewdrops, under the sun.
With every sparkle, a joy we see,
Dewdrops, wild and free.
In every morning, a heart does cheer,
Dewdrops, always near.
With every glisten, a story told,
Dewdrops, brave and bold.
Morning’s Jest:
Dewdrops with shine so grand,
In their light, take a stand.
From dawn’s first light to daybreak bright,
Dewdrops, pure delight.
With every drop, a tale we find,
Dewdrops, gentle and kind.
In every sparkle, a joy we see,
Dewdrops, wild and free.
Morning’s Kiss:
In the dawn where dewdrops lie,
Morning’s kiss, nature’s sigh.
A touch so soft, a gleam so bright,
Dew, morning’s light.
From grass to leaves, a journey grand,
Dew, nature’s hand.
A symbol of peace, a sign of grace,
Dew, life’s embrace.
In its presence, peace is found,
Dew, all around.
Morning’s kiss, pure and bright,
Dew, in the light.
In its beauty, hearts take flight,
Dew, life’s delight.
Morning’s Kiss:
Dewdrops glisten in morning’s light,
A gentle kiss from night’s soft flight.
They rest on leaves, on petals fair,
A fleeting touch, beyond compare.
With sunrise comes their quick retreat,
As day unfolds its warmest heat.
Yet in those moments, pure and brief,
The dew bestows a sweet relief.
Nature’s Tears:
The dew upon the grass does lie,
Like nature’s tears from cloudy sky.
Each drop a gem, a crystal clear,
Reflecting light both far and near.
In dawn’s first blush, they disappear,
A fleeting presence, soft and dear.
Yet in their wake, they leave a trace,
Of night’s soft touch, a tender grace.
