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Details | Verse |

Sun Dance

~Sun Dancing~         

Bright yellow sparks glisten around the landscape
Sheer environment expose  
Warmth slinks down every step        
So--  Invigorating 
Spur like rays muster in long light
The wolves wait to howl
Soon--Bunch of flowers 
Huddle in with sunlit love
Luminous rave  

By; pd

(For contest) 

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess

Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess

This mystical aura of golden radiant sunbeams so sublime
With a warm mead laying lovely below its enchanted neck,
Is breathless releasing gasps of white-hot-fire breaths now, 
All spiritual within one and a thousand sighs, it whistles too.

Brightly your radiance shines through the deep blue oceans
Where rainbows are misted with shades inside a desire born,
With curtains falling—revealing a beauty spot held precious,
Whilst in your heart glows warmly a true love priceless pure.

A royal crown bestoweth upon thine mantel of soft ‘n purest silk,
Now spangled as dewdrops glisten brightest on mirrored slippers,
As a divine swan upon one wave began dancing on joyous ripples,
An old Irish jig played on in this moment dancing you and I, as two.

The Merry Old Leprechaun looked on with his wee-soft eye twinkle  
As the Sun Goddess giveth her divine breath to this sacred harvest; 
Now to beareth the sweetest of fruit with warmest rays of gentleness,
So all can shareth this grandest garden moment of holy eternal glory.

We all shall now, forever and ever, prosper in this heavenly abundance
Whilst we sheddeth a most wee-curious light into this eternal paradise,
As you and I, and the Merry Old Leprechaun shareth a passion so true,
We drinketh gladly the sweet ‘n stout Irish Nectar of the Sun Goddess!

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (January 17, 2017) 

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2017

Details | Personification |

The Moon Only Cries

A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe

The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay

Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer

The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries

Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13  Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah

Copyright © Karen Anglesey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |

Natures Beauty

Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic 
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting 

Feelings, faces and memories within 
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin 

Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor 
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows 

Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven 
Total silence no vibration pearls on leaves dried 

Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes 
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens 

Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening 
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster 

Into a landscape of dreams and hope 
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow 

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 - 
- Thank you anne lise 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Imagism |

Shady Jedi Mind Tricks

Wherefrom poetry shades recall,
and the other side of yesterday
is but a dreamt hallucination,
can't see the foliage from trees'
darkly forested boundaries,
insofar as frivolous moonbeams 
agitate sun's glorified imagism 
'midst hues of baubled madness
& vaporous sentiments are replete
within day-trippers' remote motives,
shadowing delusional chicanery
of rosé-tinted Jedi mind tricks 

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |

Wherefrom Enlightenment Dwells

To define innocence in the
countenance of a child's smile
and love's eminence in wildflowers,
conceive infinity in exalted ocean's roar
whilst summer breezes glance splendor
flourishing jasmine and hummingbirds
amidst evermore expansive sunrises,
whence space and time ceases to exist 
thereupon shall enlightenment dwell

Copyright © Paloma P | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |

A Plane and The Eagle

O'er tempest,soars the 
eagle with wings 
stretching towards the 
smiling sun.
    Up the sky,a figure 
with outstretched wings 
battling the turbulent 
wind and frowning sun.
      Soaring like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Gliding like an eagle-
Never an eagle.
      Mistaken for an eagle 
in the sky-never an eagle.
      Utter's sound as the 
eagle-never an eagle.
    This man-made 
under a stormy wind.
    For paid price-loss of 
    The works of mother-
nature can never be out-
dated or equalled.
    Frog-men under sea 
and frogs in the waters 
can bear witness.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Monorhyme |

Hollys' Dawn


At dawn a secret Shadow tries 
to catch a glint of Sea's surprise
when Daybreak sheds her dim disguise
and silent, signals Sun to rise

Then arctic moods and murky eyes
grow warm, glow light as Morning ties
her silken, silver Water prize
with strands of sand to gentle Skies


Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

Watching the Sun Rise

At first the sun's fingers
Poke up just a bit,
Seeming to find the ocean's ledge,
They grab a hold of it.

With radiant arms extended,
It raises itself higher,
Then sits upon the ocean's rim -
A fuzzy ball of fire.

Copyright © Raven Howell | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |

Sun Kissed by YOU

                        Daily I’m sun kissed
             Burned by the warmth of your lips,
                      for YOU are the sun

                   Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

The Lonely Army

When wind’s silence 
heralds boundless oblivion
and the trembles of cracked earth
raise the dust of tears
dried by the boundless footfalls
of sallow flesh

When a thread of gold
brings unearthly thought
and the misconception
of suns fallen
drives foolish men to their knees
in unending tremors

An army of one
frees the air from his fingertips
and stays not his opal blade
as it bites the rotted gray necks 
of kings released from their wrongful bliss
by his trembling palms

An army of one
unconstrained by nature’s volume
freed by the sin of his naivety
yet, bound by earth’s oldest secret
as the scarlet sun weeps
its bloodied tears

An army of one
his cloak worn through
by the acid blood of his deception
and his bones stilled; 
the branches of a dying oak
which no longer caress the wind

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter |


so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter

Copyright © Samuel Robinson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Manqabat |

Bright sun Vs blue moon

Explore the Messiah 
In yourself
He should be
 the love
 In your heart
That bright sun
 evil should be
That black dot
 in your heart
 Panel of the dark
That blue moon 

Copyright © Sallam Yassin | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

sun loves the moon

he glances back constantly, knowing all hands turn by degrees, they overlap, in the openings and gaps like fingers of a tree, he yearns to see what shape she'll become.

all hands point in the same direction, and the space between is what they share, 'as long as we remember' lies destiny, 'love lasts forever', a guarantee -

Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


In serenity,
eyed at the Sun, no flashing.
Sunflower in June.

Copyright © Shirley Candy | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

what kind of love I

the kind of upside down clown and where all colors run together,
the kind of sing-a-long song and love skips a beat,
the kind that can never be known or ever regret,
the kind of toss and turn and counting waves,
the kind of too many miles, frowns, and goofy smiles,
the kind of now and then they trade sides and he'll rise as she sets,
the kind of intuitions meddlesome consciousness raining reminders of home,
the kind that is void of all sense, sight unseen, and still cause great pain,
the kind you can't leave behind,
the kind you can never forget -


Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

I'd Rather be

Let them be the sun.
Optimistic rays of sunshine
Shining upon giddy children
As they play in the park

I'd rather be the rain.
Pessimistic drops of water
Making children from of dissapointment
As they watch raindrops race down their windowpane

To be able to give a droughting town hope
To cool the burning bodies of children
To stop the thirst of a city
To save the lifes of millions
Making the moon and sea meet
As I would join the ocean and rise with it
Feeling the current touch the stars
And making a tidal wave hold hands with the planets.

So I would let them be the sun.
So on a hot sunny day
Parents can pull in their sun-burnt children and warn them about their harmful rays.

And I, the rain.
Would wash away the sweat, blood and tears.
And I would look down at the children dancing.
And I would watch the couple kiss under me.
So, I would rather be the rain.

Because After the rain.
We all get to see a rainbow.

Copyright © Erica Mercado | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

The Sun and the Moon

And so I Climb
Into a tree so High 
In which bares fruits upon fruit throughout time 
This Tree is blessed
Stands strong without hence
Weathering storms 
It sways to the way of the wind 
Such power
Stood rooted through a hurricane storm
To weather more 
A rise high towering the sky
with a beam of light 
Day and night 

Copyright © Tiffany Diaz | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Sun like a raging bull

The summer sky suddenly turned into a zealous stadium. Sun like a raging bull inside the ring of fuming helium, full on fire with flaring flames coming out of its nostril. Fidgeting in the middle with flickering rays like horns, until! A set of dark clouds like toreros entered the bull’s realm. The annoyed sun took a charge towards the cloud with helm. The one who was waving the cape of shadow from the front had to bear the stroke of a light beam, the attack’s brunt. Soon the stormy winds like picadors riding on the horses came in with their piercing lances full of dust with force. A powerful thrust by the stormy winds exhausted the sun. Diminished spark, broken light but the bull was not yet done. Silver lining could be seen dispersing from the sun’s core. The bull was ready to score but weakened with gore. Came in the murk suited in shades of gloom like banderilleros and made a fierce attack on sun with heavy rain like banderillas. The thwarted struggling bull faced severe brutality in serial, making its way through the overgrown dark doom so surreal. By then, a bold entry made by the zapping thunderous matador with a flashing lightning bolt like sword, struck hard the sun’s core. Oozing out the dark crimson blood smeared all over the sky. Dying symbol of positivity shattered my heart and made me cry. Either its a battle or a sport like this ends with loss and gain. Spare me the horror...I don’t want to experience it again.
08/16/2016 Note : For the contest (Wordscapes) by John Hamilton. *Placed Third* In this poem, a thunderstorm caused by low pressure in summertime especially in tropical regions resulting in the battle between sun and storm is described as bull fighting sport scene. Excuse me for putting in a few Spanish terms.

Copyright © AFZAL NUSKER | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |


I am the circular shaped princess
Men can’t approach me with gold because I am priceless
Even women can’t help admiring me
My beauty makes others envy 

From a distance I bright 
My beautiful robe always white
They say my magic lies in my eyes
For men can’t watch me twice 

Many women hate my appearance
They call me ‘’the husband snatcher’’ 
My presence halts romance 
It isn’t I but my charming nature

They call me ‘’the courtesan ‘’
They claim I flirt with every man
But I don’t really care 
For none of them can ever dare 

My beauty pierces everywhere like an arrow
Men see my light before they come out to follow
My hips they found none on land
And for my curves, they can’t stand

I lure men with my sexy smile
They watch me out a mile
When I start laughing,
They turn to run

My golden teeth they can’t watch 
My 'diastema' shaped like a notch
The light of my curves bright in guises like a torch
I am the circular shaped princess.

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Oh, my faces and image of mine

Oh, my faces and image of mine,
They aren’t having some likeness of yours
I’m not prince I’m not master of mine
with the oil or gold, it’s not loss.
I won’t freeze on the pictures of glance
in editions of fashion and vogue 
Royal parties won’t take off the suns
from my cheeks after their idle talk.
I’m the same as I was in the past
And the crows fly above my poor head
I don’t need their falsehood, I’m guest
in this show, save your crown for next lad.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |


I stayed there, for too long
in the cruel arms of a sunset
that had forgotten I was there.
Its wink slowly cast an itchy
blanket over the hope I had found
in blue skies; My skin reached upward,
blistered by the groan of mortality’s tick.
There is little time to waste.
The turn, once again left me in the dark,
grappling with solitude among the masses. 
And so I waited for starlight’s touch to 
calm the sandstorm in my bones.
Waited for the battle between light
and dark, so I could paint my eyes
with the blood of a new vision
for tomorrow and be ready to perceive 
everything that I had once, let slip away.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.

Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


Everything glitters
after dark.

Little by little,
I fell out of love with the sun,
slipping between the black and the white.

I started to appreciate the sound 
of music with hot loving.
So good, so giving.
Blood so hot, you barely notice that it's boiling,
until everything's on fire, 
everything's moving.
(It hurts so good, it doesn't)

And now,
I can't sleep for the need, it litters
my mind like an infectious disease.
(Though I'd been searching for it)

Little by little,
I caught it, 
hands open,
palms burning.

Anything seems bigger
spread by shadows.
Now I think faster, 
laugh louder,
love harder, 
go quicker.

And when the morning sun litters
the sky,
it's an unwanted savior
to people like us. 
(Because we know what's best, 
we've seen what's better)

So we rest a little,
hiding strangeness with normalcy,
lust with routine.
But when the sun sets, 
I watch with curiosity,
shadows wake and spread 
(as if it's the first time) 
legs open, arms wide, 
inviting me in 
to stop pretending
I'm something that I'm not.

Little by little,
I don't need much of anything,
knowing that love 
will find me
in unusual ways.

Maybe it already has
but I lost count of ways...
too in love with shadows...
too in love with the night...

Too late.

Copyright © Erin Beckett | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Sun Down

No two are alike
drinking in flaming cocktails
tasting all seasons

Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |


Death is the black sun
Rising upon all mankind 
Time the unseen wind

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric |

Youth that doesn't say so long

When youth will say to me so long?
I’ve no idea. I don’t care,
That she has told, you’re always wrong,
Oh, yes, I’m wrong, but I don’t scare
to say to her that I confess
All little sins those I have done
That I don’t like her funny dress
That through the blinds I see the Sun
That I’m so young to lose belief
to stop the dreaming for my sake.
Yes, I am young I want to live
I want to sail – life is a lake
That takes me in the future. Hey!
I’m wrong, of course, but I don’t scare
to be with love to prize the day
I’m young I’m wrong and I don’t care!

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

In the Coals

The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw

In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw

Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . . 
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw

I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw

The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us 
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside 
In the quiet I saw

In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still

Copyright © Neal Shannacappo | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Sunsets in my mind

the sun sets in my mind never to arise for darkness soothes the glaring light that carries all the lies and in the place where I sleep I come alive in my dreams never wishing to awake stitched in threads of reality seams so let the sun rise steadfast and so sublime just let me sleep so I can dream of sunsets in my mind

Copyright © Warner Baxter | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |

Sun and Moon

Do you ever stop to think,
maybe- the Sun is in love
with the Moon.
He wants to glow in her soft light,
those brief moments they have together,
are snatched away- to soon.
The Moon wishes she could breathe,
during the day like the Sun.
To feel the warmth over her pale skin, 
reaching to places in her heart,
her remedy when there is none.
The Sun wishes he could hide in the shadow,
to see the forms of people below.
Because the Moon understand the parts of people
the sunlight doesn't show.
Two loves- so different- 
one filled with fiery passion.
one filled with a love so cold.
A tragedy- so bold.
And in those moments
when they were together in the sky...
they collide and pronounce a love so deep.
A love- that will never die.

Copyright © Allie Rosenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rondeau |

The Sun Rises

The sun rises brightly every day
Chasing the darkness of night away
With golden rays streaming to the ground
Birds welcome it with their cheerful sound
And the animals come out to play.

The wind arrives, trees begin to sway
The clouds build up and the day turns grey
Even though night always comes around
The sun rises.

When life seems darkest and here to stay
We turn to HIM to keep pain away
For HIS loving arms will soon surround
To calm the soul, HIS love most profound
With answers to every word we pray
The sun rises.

Copyright © Betty Janko | Year Posted 2016