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Daughter Sun Poems | Sun Poems About Daughter

These Daughter Sun poems are examples of Sun poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Daughter Sun poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Quatrain |

Wild Orchid; Is She The One

filling the radio with words of availability lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s” in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?” a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands her pale white color quickly wilts to brown the young November night is holding her final bloom evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?” he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……


Details | Narrative |

The Bottomless Pit

From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated, 
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription bottle at his side.

Did he walk that day to his unnatural fate
slowly, shoulders rolling like a big cat,
alternating first one, then the other, 
forward, head bent, one black errant
curl tumbling across his troubled forehead.

Did he hesitate or did he hurry
and did he think of me, just 12,
soon to be fatherless, before he
began his two weeks of decomposing
in the hot Texas sun until
the man on horseback found him
while looking for a lost calf. 

I couldn't blame my mother 
for the divorce she filed.
I had wanted him to leave, too,
and hadn't I prayed he would die
when he dragged her over the yard,
by a handful of her hair clasped
tightly in his fist,
because she had cut it without his permission.
		
Especially the next day when I found
the clump of auburn hair caught in the lush 
purple blooms of the wisteria bush,
I wanted him to die.

He played his harmonica for me,
and I sang, "Daddy's Little Darling, 
Don't you think I'm sweet?"
But I prayed my dad would die,
and though I asked God to ignore those
prayers of terror, I will never be able to
love enough wayward men to save my dad.



Details | Narrative |

Potawatomi's Beginning...

The story I have to tell- was told long ago to me, 
About the creation of the Potawatomi Nation; 
In the beginning the Creator made Anishabe, 
And the Creator told Anishabe to name all of his creations,
 Anishabe set out with a wolf, his companion, 
And he went around naming everything; 
From the mountains and the canyons, 
To the Summer and the Spring; 
He became lonely realizing, he alone had no mate,
 And as he traveled everywhere searching, 
He traveled towards the Great Lakes;
 And there he heard a woman singing, 
Her song was a thing of beauty, 
About the home she was making for them;
 Anishabe crossed the lake to meet her, finally, 
The daughter of the Firekeeper-And quite a gem 
Their’s was the first unity bond, It is where life came from; 
Of each other they were inordinately fond;
 Their union gave life to four sons,
 Each of their sons went a different way, 
The First son traveled North, it’s color is White, henceforth;  
Given the first gift of the Creator-sweet grass-braided in a bouquet, 
He married the daughter of the Spirit of the North; 
The second sun traveled East, into the rising sun, 
He learned that fire is the essence of life; 
He was given the second gift-herbs to speak with the One,
East is the color Yellow, East’s daughter became his wife; 
The third son traveled South, known as “The Way of The Woman”, 
The way of seeds and all that give life, the color of South is Red; 
He was given the gift of cedar-to purify and prepare food for his clan 
And to the daughter of the Spirit of the South he was wed.
 The last son traveled west, towards the mountain highlands, 
He learned that the setting sun represents the circle of life; 
Black is the color of West-Sage was the gift for his hands,
 Married to the Spirit of the West’s daughter, Black stands for strife. 
This is the story of the Creator, That my Grandmother told to me,
 How my culture was started, And what our banner means.

~I've been holding on to this a while-Hope you enjoy the beginning of my culture~

~3rd Place in the "Broad Horizons" Contest by Deborah Guzzi~


Details | Lyric |

Stay

She said baby I have to go,
I said girl you don't need to go,
Because baby I want you to stay,
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

I said baby I'm feelin you,
And I'm fallin in love with you,
Which is somethin I never thought I would do,
But, I did today,
So girl, Why don't you stay,

Chorus:2x
Why don't you stay, 4x
'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,

She said baby I have to leave,
I said girl I don't want you to leave,
My darling please stay with me,
'Til the night end,
Then come back again,

Because baby we have a chance,
For us to have a great romance,
So, girl take my hand and dance,
You don't have to go,
Baby don't go,
Chorus: 3x

'Til the sun rise,
'Til the end of the night,


Details | Free verse |

The saga of the dusty road

The Saga of dusty roads of Utah 
(To the memory of Don W. Esplin, father of Kathryn Esplin-Oleski)
= =
There he was playing with some mild explosives, 
in his own backyard, a resolute boy he is; 
the June month had swelled like the taut belly of 
a neighborhood lady; the boy wanted to be 
a scientist which he became. He, of course could not 
envision that all these sepia dust of Utah, 
the noon backyard and a young scientist’s narrative 
would be remembered by his explosive daughter 
and a strange Indian was going to pen a saga. 

Alfred Nobel was smiling from a page of a book 

The boy rolled a cigarette, the smoke’s curlicues 
swirl up to grain the picture. A blast almost choked
the bright blue jays and robins. Defused sun slanted.
The end of the road was just an end of the road 
where sun could meet earth, warm grass shook off the heat 
and the covert window of the farm house would yield 
a father and son talk. Strong argument on
future, on an university, on money 
on a world that could differ in generations;
of course the boy, as a father, understood 
his girl, then living apart. But distance is in heart.
He would grow up midst dreams. A quirky wind would blow him 
here and there; navy, marriage and science, 
pharmacology and marriage again; a gust
of wind would take him on a ride that, if he could 
read this he would have said, resembled his truck rides 
down the roads of Utah. But at that point of time
he was wide awake inside his misty night’s sleep 
and an American novel is shooting up 
its multiple heads in search of fresh oxygen. 
The waves of moon were enjoying a full tide.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Details | Light Poetry |

BRIDE PRIDE

BRIDE PRIDE

Comely & Charming yet Cheerful and Chaste

Basks in Blissful plethora of abundance without waste

She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day

A rare lady

Of Uncommon Story

 

Rooted in Christ, with the Charisma & Character

Deep in her career call like fish in the water

She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day

A rare lass

Of Uncommon Class

 

Committed to Purpose and Communicates in grace

The Custodian of my heart, my dice and my ace

She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day

A rare dame

Of Uncommon fame

 

Driven by Passion and timely in action

Nurtured her gifts into skills for our vision

She is loving & loyal as the sun is to the day

A rare wife

Of Uncommon life

 

Gallant in Glamour with wit yet graceful and simple

Lit my life with the brightness of your face and dimple

You are loving & loyal as the sun is to the day

My rare bride

In whom I do pride

02/02/2012

C’emeka Mbah


Details | Free verse |

The Queen

All the night she hear her parents fight,
-and come the morn the storm has yet to die.
Tears upon a cheek,
is how no child should be.
It's so hard sometimes,
watching it unwind.
-But when the sun has set,
and it's time for bed, she goes to sleep,
and in her dreams,
she becomes a Queen.
Oh, yes, she becomes a Queen.
It'll be ok, trust me,
one day she'll be free,
'cause I believe, she will see,
that she is a Queen.
Someday, she will be The Queen.

All the day she slave until she weak,
-juggling responsibilities.
Emptiness inside,
is no kind of life.
It's so hard sometimes,
to take things in stride.
-But when the sun has set,
and it's time for bed, she goes to sleep,
and in her dreams,
she becomes a Queen.
Oh, yes, she becomes a Queen.
It'll be ok, trust me,
one day she'll be free,
'cause I believe, she will see,
that she is a Queen.
One day, she will be The Queen.

All the afternoon you woo my eye,
-everyday I watch you pass me by.
Things inside my soul,
you may never know.
It's so hard sometimes,
finding the right lines.
-But before this song ends,
one thing must be said, listen to me,
you're what I need,
would you be my Queen?
Oh, yes, would you be my Queen?
I would bow down on one knee,
for your majesty, 
'cause I believe, to be complete,
you must be The Queen.
Just say, you will be my Queen.

I'll say it one more time,
before I say goodbye.
You can do anything,
be anyone you like.
-Just believe, 
in yourself, you'll see,
you can be a Queen.

I believe...
You will be The Queen.


Details | Free verse |

DAUGHTERS

DAUGHTERS


Opposites presented …
One in talons of  Eagle
One on wings of  Dove
Equally beautiful, equally loved

A torrent from a fierce black cloud
The yang of the yin
Frothing fierce powerful waves in a storm
Beating chests of seaweed rocks
Claiming it in its bosom
Then furling it afar
Into unknown oceans where 
Neptune roars his roar on end
Boasting strength, logic illogic

Then light as a feather
Giggling waves on shimmering beaches
Rosy sausages examining crabs and bubbles
Laughing at blue-bottles and busy antics of ants
In crevices of creaky floorboards
While the autumn sun sets
Diamond dew-drops on clover leaves
Exclaiming at rushing workers and hairy worms
So the morning says Hello

A juicy apricot indigo tinged
Kissing at library entrances
Crumbly beneath its hard exterior
Where beetles have dug a hundred paths
Staring defiantly at an orange star
Scorning its scorching, gracefully factual
Proclaiming the largeness of Life so she thinks


Earth child reaching for unreachable Mercury 
Spirit child, water bound, earth located
From an awakening Eye
One imaged from the bowels of struggle 
When behind jail bars I sat counting toes
One imaged from the speckled gown of J-briel
As Saturn said goodbye


Sirius screamed from hell and wreaking pain
Wrought from rages and conscious sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
Rolling eyes from a womb of turmoil and terror
Dripping the darkness of strife with hidden crystals
Contemplating hypocrisy, deceipt, treachery
Torn apart by churning guts 
While the medics oogled around
Then searching, searching, searching


Moon and Sun crossed one another
Not knowing which way but loose
Streams of rivers flowing downwards, then upwards
Sideways then byways in villages and towns of paintings
A gecko appeared on the pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
Then books came pouring down, pouring down 
And numbers flew away
Lashes long, black as a crow


There can be no coin to ponder
No coin to teach from if not faces two
No tornado ripping apart if no breeze 
Playing on a horse farm
No death if no life
The night clings to day
As daybreak clings to escaping night
Embracing and negating
Embalmed while flying together on a
Silver thread 
In the Sky.


Details | Rhyme |

The Longing

On a day where the sky
is so brilliantly blue,
my thoughts are directed
only toward you

To feel the sun 
and the wind on my face,
and your hand in mine
as we stroll about this place

The light shimmers on the water
so radiant, so clear,
like my soul longing
to have you near

The reflection of you
I can see everywhere,
as my heart cries out
because I do so care

The breeze on my face reminds me
of how time has passed,
of how you are growing
and how it has been so fast

Your life has changed beyond measure
and so has mine,
but we can never go back
and we can't ever change time

Our hearts know that we
are connected as one,
a father and his daughter separated...
but never undone

My arms may be empty
because you are not here,
though you are my greatest love...
you never have to fear

As I sit by the water
and watch a sunset unfold,
you are with me always...
the truth has been told

We will see many sunsets
which dance off the water
because of the love
of a father and his daughter

Now, as the sun drifts lower
to meet the night,
I watch in humbled awe
at its spectacular sight

Then my soul renews its faith
in the glory above,
for a father and his daughter longing
yet forever... bonded in love.


Details | Lyric |

Under The Tangerine Sky

life is full of choices and chances single’s dances and double romances life moves on while stories are told time can’t be bought, it’s only sold there’s a light that dims each passing day of Sons and Daughters lost along the way Somewhere under the Tangerine Sky it's near impossible to read his face never met the man he tries to replace too high the gamble too high is the cost another year taken and another year lost life moves on while the stories turn gray of Sons and daughters lost along the way Somewhere under the Tangerine Sky He’s a ghost from the coast under the hot desert sun the mercury rises and the air is dry bye and bye Somewhere under the Tangerine sky A faded shadow standing in the wind no longer the man he had once been wandering lost and all alone, the price he pays for all the wrong More and more memories fade away of sons and daughters lost along the way Somewhere under the tangerine sky He's a ghost from the coast under the hot desert sun the mercury rises and the air is dry bye and bye Somewhere Under the Tangerine Sky
(repeat chorus) written by Warner Baxter One Knight Stand Productions all rights reserved


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