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Sun Sympathy Poems | Sun Poems About Sympathy

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Details | Free verse |

we are stars

people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
all together.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!

Copyright © mary youkhana | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blank verse |

Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |

My Beautiful Penelope

Oh my sweet and beautiful Penelope
Oh how beautiful you are, and when I see you come down
to the pearl gates of immortality and come down to see me,
as we join hands and walk the shorelines
I see you my beautiful Penelope, she you who walks through beauty,
We shall join in immortality.
Your heart built of stone and paved in golden
you born out of the beauty of a rose and maturity of a lady
you are the one who never sings a depressing and low melody.

My Beautiful Penelope,
The one beautiful lady form Napoli
Oh, how you walk in such glory.
See me look over you and hear my heart beat
for you, I love you, see me for I care about you.
Take it from me, for I shall take you by the hand
and as our shadows rise to meet us in the morning
I can make love to you, then we shall love the night away.
My beautiful Penelope, as I take you through the twilight
we dream of shooting stars falling from the evening skies,
as we hold each other close,
take me and I shall take you and bring each other together,
and fuse us together with a sweet and loving kiss.

She is my beauty and I love her
she takes me by the hand and curels me to her warm chest.
Cares for me,
Makes me laugh,
Makes me feel good and uplifts my soul
everytime I lay my almond eyes upon her beauteous body.
My beautiful Penelope, oh how I see the glory in your blue eyes,
your luxurious, long flowing hair colored golden
like the rays of the morning sun.

Dare to care
about such beauty in her eyes?
Dare to care
about such beauty in her cries,
as she tells me of her suicide struggles?
I hold you close to me
and I hope you to be
my love for all eternity.
See me and I see you to tell me about you and your day,
as you come home and say,
That you love me.
And I shall say I love you too,
with a zealous attitude in my voice
I shall take you into our room and you shall tell me about your day.
You shall tell me, under the shadows of the trees, the houses, the red rocks.
I shall show you love in a handful of roses,
deliver you a bouquet of roses and violets,
as we see the breeding lilacs grow tall,
we shall lay in the grasslands and look up at the clouds,
that shape themselves into beautiful paintings in the glorious blue sea
we call the sky.

Oh My beautiful Penelope
my glorious maiden lady,
who sings such beauty in her melody
that it brings tears to nightingales' eyes.
My beautiful Penelope, you are my love
here are a dozen roses for you to express and show my love for you,
my beautiful Penelope.
Love is eternal with you.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Thoughts of You

Random thoughts of you run
randomly throughout my mind,
as I hold, looking through a simple picture of you and I,
smiles and holding each other,
embracing warmth brings me to sanity,
watching your hand on my forearm,
as you gaze into my eyes.
Oh the tears flood such emotion,
only you and I now in such madness we call love,
such madness we all call life,
such madness we all call reality.

Thoughts of me without you,
I cannot bear to see such a sight in mind,
to hear such words that tear my heart out
and sadness stabs me rapidly in the back,
and I can't bear to see such a sight as this.
Thoughts of you
running randomly throughout my mind,
my hair turns silver and white with stress
of not being with you,
and my liver covered with cancer,
and lungs black with smoke,
and stomach embraced with ulcers.

All I ask for you,
is not to be a thought anymore,
and come back to me in flesh and bone
in a portrait painting of you in reality
come to me with your beauty and glory
and kind heart and hold me again,
and let me kiss you again and love you again,
and call you mine again.
Don't say it is impossible,
when you know and I know,
that it is in fact possible
to love each other once again.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

See No Evil - Only Love

Halcyon hours hugging a sensuous sun, Statuesque Sunflower sees no evil one. Despite vapid jealousy and his cynical laughter, Dancing a crepuscular collaboration around her, The exuberant flower sees no sombre shadow In this opulent and sonorous image fools follow. Ignoring his visceral anger and belligerence, Observing only the pleasant penumbra of ignorance, A desultory life with a stark and bitter view, she’ll meet With a blinding love, 'til he’s exemplary and sweet. 29th January 2016 "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" contest, by Silent One, using the following ten words: Crepuscular, Desultory, Exuberant, Halcyon, Visceral, Cynical, Sonorous, Penumbra, Opulent, Jealousy

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Wake Me, When the Morning Comes

A night full of nightmares
and suicidal tendencies,
feeling pain rush, like tidal waves
crushing me and blood boiling
anger wishes and takes the best of me;
but can I heal my own heartbreak?
Will I ever find love again?
See the angel of death come to me,
smiles and says come with me.
Oh, Wake me, when the morning comes,
so I can show evil the light.

Feelings eternal and fragile,
she walks some lonesome highway
travelled by the ones who fall in love.
She a grand fool, who takes life for 
wake her with the morning light
and shine down rays of goodness and 
and show her the path that leads back to 

Wake me when the morning comes,
place her upon my doorstep
and a smile upon her loving face,
I'm not ready to move on just yet.
I don't want anymore nightmares
and nightly visits from the black angels.
I don't want to see blue eyed Death,
with his grinning skull and black robe.
I want to see the sunshine break through 
my window
and I want to hear the birds sing love 
and the trees dancing to the wind's sweet 
I want to awake to her sweet and glorious 
Wake me, when the morning comes,
when I can open my eyes to anew
and see life in a new day,
and live life in a new way.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

My Shadow

Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity.

No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me.

Even the brightest sun doesn’t destroy you, you only exist because of me.

All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.

Copyright © Gareth Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

For Emily

An afternoon stroll with a friend on a heated day,
Her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce
Holding her tummy, simply stating
“I have a baby on the way”

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun shining inside and out
So lucky she felt that day, she has a baby on the way

Baby’s daddy holds mommy’s hand
Says thank you honey, I love you so much
Our baby is lucky to have your heart 
And I’m so blessed to wear your band

A visit to the doctor turned perfect joy into shock
You have cancer he told her
You won’t live with this life in you
Sit soon with your husband and have a talk

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs.
The sun shines brightly on this day
Cause she still has her baby on the way

Her husband crying uncontrollable tears
Loving her so
He could never ever let her go
He can’t choose
he doesn’t want to lose
His wife or his child

She knew for her this baby was a voice
A wish she made so long ago
A wish come true
And there was no one telling her what to do
It was ultimately her decision, her choice

Six years have passed, and Emily asks,
“Daddy, when will I see mommy?”,
Today my sweet angel,

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For this Mrs
The sun still shining on this day
as Emily kneels to pray
For mommy

Mommy had made her choice
And daddy still hurts so bad, he misses her smile, her touch
But he holds Emily today
with Mommy's light warming them both
His deep indescribable love for Emily sustains him
On her birthdays

Hugs, kisses, dreams and wishes
For Emily
The sun still shining on this day
her hair perfectly swaying to her giggle bounce,
as she plays, 

Copyright © Barbara Tremblay Cipak | Year Posted 2005

Details | Verse |

Fallen Fields

Why do we love those we love?
Why do we march them away into the falling night
beyond the gray pale before the red dawn
o' what a sight to see those loyal men that are now gone

The sun is shining down on these green fields of France
but over there in deserts bare and dead, all their flowers long since dried
There is no soft wind to carry their cries homeward, noone to lower them down
into the barren earth so battered so torn, all these good men who have died

How did they do it, so brave and so strong
my heart goes out to their wives that they haven't seen in so long
For all my shame and sorrows my heart does lament
these brave men fallen in anger, their bodies lie still in bold testament

But somewhere else the sun shines down, so warm and so bright
We made them leave there to fight, they marched away into the dark night
I can't help but wonder, why must they go
because our lies in vain had all told them so
and I'll cry tomorrow for what we did to them yesterday
let's hope that the sun shines on them now as we sing and we pray

Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Somewhere Between Fall and Falsehood

Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean

I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and faded at the foot of the fissure
The natural awning shielded us from the sun
As the waves lapped slowly at her feet and not much further from mine

“What a view,” I said, resting my weight against the rocky walls
She looked up at me as if coming from a dream
For a minute, she just sat there looking wretched 
Heavy-handed, droopy mouth, bags under her eyes
But then she managed a smile; a weary smile
I returned it, then looked off at the ocean
The waves disappeared behind the horizon
And the sun fixed its reflection across the seascape

“Why are you here?” she asked with the effort of true curiosity
Squinting her eyes and pressing her face above her mouth
She’d been staring at the sun again
She could probably scarcely see me

I forced a smile and sat down close beside her
“The sun’s not going to help you, you know,” I said matter-of-factly
I continued to look at her as she buried her face in her legs again
Her dirty blonde hair wafting with the wind like meteor showers

“I know,” she said, muffling her speech
Looking away for a minute, I turned back to see her with tears in her eyes
“But what else will?” she genuinely asked, and softly sobbed
My mouth hung loose at her irregular directness 
Eventually catching myself, I put my arm around her shoulder
“I will.  We all will,” I said and smiled once again
In doing so she then relaxed her head on my shoulder
And for those few minutes, believed me fully

Somewhere deep within, she knew the truth though
And it would remain there, no matter how comforting my lies got

Copyright © Val Murah | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

This River Carried Me and a Flag I Never Thought I Had.

The white sun flared through, 
wrapped its melting-gold fingers
around window trim and clutched walls.
It was reluctantly dipping 
into the horizon of wood, like
a drowning man flailing 
his grip through the water’s tip.

A sweet-oak smoke billowed from the grill
and wove a grey veil around 
quiet slopes of light.

The river of my drink plunged me
into the stool in front of the bar-tender.

“The only thing I think I believe 
is that I don’t believe in solipsism.”, 
I flung between chimes of glasses 
and muted murmurs from a ball-game.

I slumped over to the side and
glanced at myself in the mirror 
between bottles of alcohol glinting
with wisps of white hair.
The curve of my cheek-bone
hung the flesh-flag of my I.
I liked it this time. 
And it rippled in the breeze from my smile.
The sun was losing it’s golden grip.
The smoke-veil unraveled
and furled into the descending glare.

There was absolutely
nothing I could do about it.

Copyright © William McIntosh McIntosh | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |

I'm Not Ready

I can hear you get ready to take your last breath;
I'm not ready for you to leave just yet.
As you dream a long peaceful dream of finally visiting the Celestial Kingdom,
though you have dreamed of this place constantly,
I'm not ready for you to watch over us yet.

I'm not ready to see you lie six feet underground.
I'm not ready to no longer see the twinkle in your eye.
I'm not ready to hear your prelude end,
for your sun to set,
and your moon to glow.

I'm not ready,
so let me prepare,
let me see the twinkle in your eye,
let me hear your prelude loud and proud,
let me see your radiant sun shine bright,
then maybe I'll be ready.

maybe I'll be ready to stop seeing the twinkle in your eye,
to hear your prelude end in a soft sad chord,
to let your sun set and your moon to glow,
to let you sprout wings and fly to the Celestial Kingdom,
to watch over me for always and eternity.

Copyright © Kelsi Gray | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |


The most terrible thing of all
were the sun was bright and warm
and the poplars grew on the grass were the children played
yet it all seemed frighteningly wrong.

A place of horror, 
torture, death, and fear
with memories
of which sane men cannot conceive.

Today some gaze blankly,
walk silently, or open their mouths in a silent scream
because there is nothing much to say
after one has pointed.

The most grisly tourist center on earth
yet people come for many reasons
to see if it really happened, to pay homage, or to remind themselves.

Yet today the sun is bright
the grass is green and children laugh
all this seamed frighteningly wrong
through the nightmare of the Holocaust!

Copyright © Emily Smith | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

The Sun Rises

She could not have delivered
a clearer statement than the one
she just made and thinking of it now
brings a grin to her long-suffering face.

The stinging slap she landed 
on that arrogant cheek sounded
so sweet to her ears, much sweeter 
than anything she could ever imagine.

How could she have been such a fool
not to stop and put him in his place
after many years of endless abuse
with nary a question nor complaint.

Why she passively put up with him 
to treat her like a piece of garbage
is beyond her now, best forgotten, 
thinking ‘no master, no slave’.

Liberated, freed from bondage,
ah, so great is her satisfaction 
that just a single act of courage 
finally stopped a bully on his track.

Today is a bright and glorious day 
when a brand-new woman is born,
proud, confident and nobody’s fool, 
out of the shadow for sure.

The sun rises.

Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |

Eyes of mine look at you with sympathy

Eyes of mine look at you with sympathy 
You are beautiful more and more
All my thoughts bring me to infinity
It’s not easy like on the war.

And forbearance of smile is glamorous, 
But your love doesn’t light in eyes
And the buffers for dates are numerous,
But I wait it so, it’s not wise.

You are beautiful more than possible
Every hour as long as day
The Sun's shining, it is unsensible, 
The Sun's smiling me anyway.

Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017