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Song Sun Poems | Sun Poems About Song

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

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Details | Free verse |

We Welcome the Sun

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 

A gleaming sunrise is seen in the distance – shedding relief 
Bursting forth like fireworks in the dark blue sky 
Hues of beauty and sincerity washes away our grief
The cheery clouds come together like lovers embracing one another

I’m never waving goodbye
   
It’s so surreal… and magnificent to see this scene unfold
You lift up the sparkling light… you’re an angel from up above
It’s so vibrant – the illuminated sight never dulled 
You bring us luck and excitement – 

You’re as pleasant as a dove 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the love
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To omit the darkness 
To abolish the distress
To conceal the darkness
And reveal the halo
Hovering around your head
Burning away the dread 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun

An ocean of love is rubbing against my feet
Blankets of comfort embrace me now… our love will never dry
You treat us with reverence and I repeat – 
You’re as pleasant as a dove – taking wing from on high 
We welcome the sun in the morning 
We welcome the sun with open arms
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
We welcome the sun 

A speedy breeze is whistling in my ears
Spiraling mad like a spinning top
Spiraling mad with all of its might 
You’re very intriguing – you casted away our fears 
Your gorgeous eyes
Project bright green and blue
You’re special in His sight 
He welcomes you
We welcome the hope 
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun 
To lighten up your load 
And lead you to the mercy road
Where you and I will escape to paradise
To drive out all of the negativity
To conceal the wretched farewells
To reveal the light in goodbye 

We welcome the sun
We welcome the sun
We welcome you
With open arms 


Details | Blank verse |

Little Songbird

You are music to my ears little song bird.
Outside my window in the morning,
with the sun knocking at my door.
Every morning you wake me softly little song bird,
like tiny whispers in my ear
to stir me from my slumber.
Don't ever leave my window sill.

I need your songs
like the moon needs to ocean.
I need your songs 
like a flower needs the rain.

You are music to my ears little song bird.
Outside my window in the morning,
with the sun knocking at my door.
It is you that I adore.


Details | Rhyme |

The Call of the Swan

A night so cold
Though spring has sprung
Winter so bold
Refuse to run.

Deployed my wings
Wide, gleaming white
Destiny sings
My mate to find.

Flew through showers
Blown about, caught
By strong currents
Of wind so bold.

Rested at night
By ponds and creeks
To avoid plight
Of hungry beasts.

I remember
My parents' love
Their wise lectures
The song they sung.

Yet my heart weeps
For the one I see
In all my dreams
My song won't cease.

As my Father
Found its soul mate,
My sweet Mother
So will I, one day.

I'll fear no night
I'll fear no storm
With the sun I rise
Till light's no more.

Until the day
As I follow the sun 
Above clouds of gray
The same song is sung.

For only one
Can sing the same
And I will know
That I found my mate.
 
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 04.24.11


Details | Ballad |

I'LL BE THINKING OF THE WARMEST SUNSHINE

I recall the cool light of the shortest days,
and the darkness of the longest nights;
I shivered under a blanket and that made dreams freeze,
even snowflakes hid stars to block their fading gleams!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
smelling flowers that are all mine!


March is warmer than February as days get longer;
I shouldn't wait any longer, but be that dancer:
leaping on scented meadows strewn with poppies, bluebells and daisies...
while my cheeks feel the warmth of the September sun mixing with breeze!
I'll be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
dreaming of sunrises to opine!


I will invite the blue jays, the mockingbirds and the lively butterflies
to watch me dance...where's that blonde-haired boy who plays the flute?
I like to feel those golden sun rays as I felt them in the prime of my happy youth,
and isn't spring the pure essence of happiness that glows on a serene face?
Ill be thinking of the warmest sunshine,
observing lilies that climb and entwine!
     



Details | I do not know? |

Natures Dream

        I walk through the field of green 
  	My feet are bare and the grass squishes underneath me 
	The rain is falling like little pebbles soaking me in beauty 
 	I breathe in deep letting its sweet scent fill my nose 
	Suddenly my feet are moving in a circle 
	I am dancing, dancing with love and hope 
	Love for the rain and its beauty 
	Hoping this moment will last a lifetime 

	 My summer dress flowing in the wind 
	Until it’s sprinkled with tears from heaven 
	I can’t imagine anything greater than this
	I have fallen in love with this day 
	This moment means only the world to me
	The burning yellow sun peaks out of the clouds
	Shinning down on me with its warmth  
	The drops ping against my face leaving a stream 
	 
	I am still dancing in a circle now waving my arms in the air
	The song of nature sings to me in the wind 
	It sounds like a dozen wooden flutes  
	The tune is sweet so sweet I get swept away in it
	The grass is so green like emeralds from God 
	I fall from dancing and roll down the grass 
	The whole time I am laughing and it sounds as if the butterflies are too 
	My pretty white dress is now green 
	 
	Butterflies dozens of them are flying around me 
	They surround me in their array of magical colors 
	They start to hum to the song of nature sung by the wind 
	It seems as if this tune is from heaven 
	I start to hum along to this wonderful tune it seems so familiar 
	I close my eyes and start to dance all over 
	Letting nature take me away 
	Birds come and tweet along to the song 
	I don’t think I just do, I go along with the song

	Finally the sun peaks all the way out 
	I can see it warming up the earth with its warm rays 
	The rain is still coming down just sprinkling over 
	I can see ahead a field of daises beautiful white daises 
	I run as fast as I can to the daises the butterflies and birds follow 
	They are soft like silk, their smell fills my nose 
	I close my eyes and run through the endless field of daises 
	I lay down and watch the fluffy white clouds pass overhead 
	The sun shinning as bright as ever over the clouds and sky

	
         The sky is baby blue with a little purple 
         I have never seen a sky so wondrous 
         It looks so full of possibilities and magic
         As I lay there I hear the daises moving in the wind 
         To the song of nature once again 
         This I know is beauty at its best 
         I fall asleep to the tune and awake in clouds 
         I am home

	
	
	
	
	
	 
	
	
	
	 


Details | Haiku |

morning arrives

song breaks the stillness
calling the sun from slumber
dawn chorus begins


Details | Ballad |

Oh Sunrise

Sunrise..Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
Shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me, in the morning..

Sunrise...Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
Your love it shines like a golden sphere, and it's always near.
And it shines on me, in the morning..

Sunrise...Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me.Oh! Sunrise..

Oh! Sunrise...Rise up and shine your love on me.
It's got to be the nicest thing.
You can do for me, in the morning..

Sunrise...Oh! Sunrise...

Oh! Sunrise Song Poem- By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1983,2014..ALL rights reserved..


Details | Rhyme |

Bird Song to a Sunrise

I rose this morning to sweet bird song,
Almost painful to my ears.
A thousand creatures singing,
With every solo clear.

As the world begins to wake,
Their sound will slowly fade.
Into the background of our chatter
And all the excess we make.

But if you listen hard enough,
You will still make out their cry.
A soft and gentle lullaby,
Floats a rising sky.

Feeling at one with natures’ dawn,
Sitting here naked to the eye,
A gentle breeze to keep me warm,
From where no one else can see.

With each word I add to this page,
The sound becomes harder to hear.
The Sun breaks a window pane,
Morning is drawing near.

Though it is not the birds that quieten,
Their song still pungent and loud.
It is us that make a greater noise,
Wrapping nature in a shroud.


Details | Ballad |

Sally's Song (Homeless in Victoria)

Tin Pan Sally she was known
Picked in dumpsters - lived alone
Sally slept at "Harbour Court"
Left on Douglas, right on Forte

Cup of soup and chunk of bread
Ate in silence, by her bed
Stole a cart from hobo Pete
While he slumbered in his sleep

Pushed her cart at dawn to beat
Other folk who worked her street
Blossoms pink like fairies float
On the rag she called a coat

Rising sun from Dallas Road
Bathes the sea in burnished gold
Daffodils in yellow sigh
And nod at Sally passing by

Squeaky cart with wobbly wheel
Broken shoe with missing heel
Sally finds a park bench seat
Settles down to rest her feet

Watches joggers running by
Zig zag kites that kiss the sky
Sally drinks in sun and sea
Smiles at pigeons by her knee

Folds her arms and bows her chin
Dreams of those who once were kin
Gentle arms to hold her near
Children's voices call her dear

Sally's song has reached an end
Wakens, stretches, rounds the bend
Where to sleep  this evening late
Could be mission, park or grate

God who watches all day long
Will play a part in Sally's song
Find her shelter from the rain
Help her bear her endless pain


Details | Free verse |

A love song, at last

Rain, 
in the inner forests
of your eyes

The heart of flowers
in your smile

The misty watchtower
is your lips

The sigh of surge 
in your fingertips

The rain flowing endlessly
over my head

My eyesight is hidden 
by the oozing of the rust
recollections and 
nightmares

I run to the day
but the rain never stops 
on my accursed soul

You close your eyes
as if the winter 
closes its cold text

The rhymes of babies 
toddles on the yard

You are the spider web
of sun rays
i am the broken pieces 
of sun stone of the atlas

I am walking
through the life
baring the cursed downpour 
over my wild brain
endlessly, eternally

When you look me 
with passion
The wind unties its knot
when you hum the lines 
of a love song
the sea suddenly startles
from the sleep
the wind starts its journey

Now the rain stops 








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