Best Sun Glistens Poems


The Rivers Edge

While sitting near the rivers edge
Enveloped in another tale 
Caught off guard by raw beauty 
Setting my pen off to set sail

As the sun glistens off the river
My reflection distorted above
Surrounded by natures jewels 
Enchanted by what I love

Contest: A River Runs Through It

Seasons Change

Warming
fervid heat
sun glistens on
glorious greenery
Summer

Cooling
gentle winds
showering leaves
down from trees, colorful
Autumn

Resting
earth lies still
all nature sleeps
through bitter, barren, bleak
Winter

Burst of
energy
bright colors bloom
earth suddenly alive
with Spring

Seasons
changeable
unlike people
minds stuck, stalled, unyielding
Stubborn

Wish we
could shed leaves
or come alive
effortlessly like the
Seasons

Premium Member The Lea of Love

Leafy meadow
He lies her down
Defrocked from
Her summer gown
 
Bodies bronzing
In the blazing sun
Natures wanting
Scents will run
 
Exploration
As their hands caress
He gentles down
On her body, impress
 
She welcomes her love
Through her gates of bliss
In this place of colour
Kiss after kiss
 
Their sweat-ed dew
In the sun glistens
Natures audience
Warmly listens
 
A gentle breeze
As the plant life sways
Like the rhythmic action
On her he lays
 
Orchestral sounds
Echo their all
Moans and groans
Their loving vocal
 
They sigh in tandem
Sharing each other
Collapsing in cuddle
In this lea of clover


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Premium Member Morning Sun

Morning sun glistens on the horizon
bringing in  a new born day
 glorious rays gently spread
cuddling the earths core
Its sunny disposition 
lights up the world
Smiling as it spreads warmth
Down on mother earth.

15/05/16

Premium Member Sedona's Cathedral Rock

A boulder looks down upon her children below;
Varied rocks worn smooth by the creek’s swift flow.
As the bright sun glistens on her lovely rust hue,
She shares her delight of her little ones in view.

Sedona holds mysteries in its monoliths high. . . .
Best known to eagles as they soar through the sky.
Manzanita and oak trees that line the creek shore,
Offered desert shade as we ventured to explore.

We climbed the airport mesa to relax and meditate,
We traveled there to celebrate my fiftieth birth date.
My body sensed a special tingling in that hour
Of the vortexes strange, vibrating power.

I photographed my husband gazing sunset skies.
What was captured was a view unseen by naked eyes.
As the film later revealed, a huge crystal hanging in mid air,
Sedona’s awesome gift I am now blessed to share.


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My Ocean

Crystal clear, your deep blue green
Provoking peace around these waters serene. 
Near you my hysteric anxiety can find its peace
And the internal screaming of this mind might cease. 
I have found you help settle my troublesome deep
And that you comfort my soul when I weep. 
I will continue to return to this shore;
With each passing day I will appreciate you more. 
You have offered to me what few others can
         You, my healing waters, my calming ocean. 

As each crest breaks against my shins
These bubbles dance along my skin. 
With each performance of every wave 
I grin and giggle at how you behave. 
Vibrant, lively, and full of joy
You return energy back into this boy. 
I listen to your voice and find I wear a smile
For the wonderfulness you are, I believe my time here is worthwhile. 
You evoke from me a contentedness unseen. 
            You, my happy waters, my joyous sea. 

Upon your shore I look at your waters vast
And remember history; a terrifying past. 
I feel the pain of those lost to the waves
And the longing of a healed life each one craves. 
The power you boast none can contain. 
The strength you posses does supreme reign. 
You dwarf us; remind us we are but man 
But ask we match you, and rise if we can. 
You birth in me strength that power I might reap. 
             You, my challenging ocean, my inspiring deep. 

What a wonder! Indeed what a sight!
At the breaking of day; at the falling of night. 
If I am still shaking sleep or my eyes are fully alive
The wondrous beauty you are does always thrive. 
On your surface the sun glistens and gleams
And underneath all manners of life teems. 
Among all of creation you are most fair,
A simple fact of which even you are unaware. 
By your presence I'm awestruck, this is true. 
              You, my dazzling waters, my beauteous blue.


Premium Member Summer

Sun glistens with brilliance on tropical seas.

Under a palm tree we sit as a breeze

Meanders the island, and ripened on trees,

Mangoes are hanging – to pluck if we please!

Enjoying nature, we are sun’s devotees

Relaxing to beach songs, completely at ease.


Date Written: March 31, 2019
For the 'Bite Size Poem no7' Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier

Summer Morn'

warm,  the early dawn begins
swarm of honey bees on bouquets of wild flower
mourn as sunlight erases the dew
adorn the coming day with skies of blue



with eager emotions I rise up early
this day to conquer, feeling squirrelly
miss the moment, I not dare
kiss the day good morning!

low temperature begins the day
go mow the blades of grass
no excuse to stay inside
blow softly on a cup of Jo'

one moment to read my daily word
fun is soon to follow
sun glistens in the East
run into this day and all to follow

clouds will come as morning's past
shrouds of gray and white alas
loud claps of thunder, flashes of light
proud to feel summer's heat retreat



summer's warmth
Lento Poetry contest~Rick Parise

Premium Member Sometimes Nature Joins Life's Celebration

Sometimes Nature Joins Life's Celebration

Sometimes Nature joins life's celebration
giving generously beautiful scenes;
relief from man's saddest tribulations,
such rewards are worthy by any means.

Where morning sun glistens on dewy grass
glowing blue sky graces the live long day;
rests valley meadow in a mountain pass
where Nature dances forth in its own way.

When man finds this epic, beautiful view,
his first thought is this jewel to then own;
such lusting reveals his brain is askew,
and his head is as a dead and dry bone!

Nature is not ours to greedily tame.
For we as mortals, are one and the same!

Robert J. Lindley, 2-01-2016

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	 
Total # Words:	100

NOTE: Wrote this from memory of a mountain meadow I once visited decades ago.
A memory so awesome that its not been lost, a view vividly burned into my mind.
Finished it, then I checked for the hundred one word count and found it was 
dead on! My intuitive brain must have been counting all along. 
Writing about Nature is a healing action for me, my day has brightened already.

"seasonal Change"

The sun glistens heavenly over our heads;thus casting black shadows as we walk in 
togetherness.
We prespire ,skylarking in our seizure,in youthful bantering as we reach our destination.
Sudenly the wind is crisp,there is an occassional breeze about us pressing against our faces.
Feet cooled by the soft feel of wet sand,we emerge into the tranquil waters.......
we rise,we laugh,we dry ourselves and journey home.

The lean season begins and the sound of rain on our roof-tops restrain us to indoor activities.
The once humid air is cut sharply by the smell of moisture and precepitation.
Water trickles slowly down the window pane as I gaze unpatiently for a clearer day.
I bombard my mind with many insane questions,knowing fully well that there are yet no 
answers.

Silence Is Better

When you are under a full moon,
In the high midnight noon, 
before the vastness of a village green field, 
The air is still, a sudden chill, 
and then you began to feel 
“the silence”, all around you trill.  
 
She is silent like that. 

She is silent like the love-struck 
staring at the stars in the sleeping city.
She is silent like the poet 
about to recite his last elegy.
She is silent like the girl 
opening her window to the dawn.
She is silent like the moment 
for no reason we feel so alone.
 
So whenever I am near, 
I touch the silence, which became so dear,
I seem to understand, but sadly not quite I fear!
so I softly utter, 

Yes my Love! Silence is much Better.

And then sometimes 
when she wears white, She is radiant as ever.
But the radiant words that I long for, 
it is not allowed for me to desire. 
 
Her hair dance dark & deep, curve & sway,
A peaceful breeze through the deep quiet forest. 
Some pure moments the sun glistens through trees.
Thinks the traveler. “It is the place, I can take some rest”.  
 
Should she ever tell, or be silent forever?
“Did she leave all her conversations behind her?”
Hurts of the past perhaps made us more of a stranger.
Then I console my heart of a futile searcher,
 
“If she thinks silence is golden! Then her silence is much better.”


(April 11, 2007)

Premium Member Swans

 

Swans float on the park pond,
serene, quiet, graceful,
sipping the clear water.
Sun glistens on trees as
scents of autumn drift with
scenes of swans to view; oh 
sweet blessed October day !

Autumn's Song

Autumn’s Song

  Bushy red and grey fluffy tail's scampering through mellow brown fallen leaves, looking for the wind coated nut's fallen from partly bare oak and elm once warm kissed tree's.
  Hedgehogs find their ready-made burrows, prepared snugly for the time to safely sleep the cold away.

  Morning sky silver grey look down upon once green fields and meadows, of purple coloured heaths, corn swaying waiting in the breeze, foxes and badgers sniff the air and know that time of year draws ever near.
  Straw piled neatly so cow's and sheep have food to eat, when all the land is laid bare, pumpkins picked and soon will wear the smile of all hallowed fare.

  Woollen hat's battle with the waning summer heat, bright sun glistens off rain swept street's, breezes that once made you glad now make you shiver, and notice song birds that once  woke you up are now  so silent on the air. 
 Sparrow's and swallow's that filled open sky, sun orange golden red the dusk evening glow lit like a theatre show now are gone, magpies their places fill and soon the red chested one's on fence's sit.

  Spring and summer have now passed us by , days grow shorter as nights dark hand grow's ever long, say hello to Autumn's song.
  By
  Patrick D

Dreams Are Angels Kisses

Dreams are Angels kisses


A wet mist in the morning as the sun comes up
The leaves of the plants shimmering with anticipation of the sun
Dew drops magnifying the beauty of each single petal of a flower.

The sunbirds chirping in the bushes
Their brilliant colours like sequins glittering in the sun
Flashing here and there like a glow worm at night.
How beautifully made!


Dreams are Angels Kisses


The rolling waves before the night
The cooler air as the sun glistens and shimmers on water
The scent of the ocean as the sun kisses the sea.
A shiver down your spine.


Yes dreams are Angels Kisses

If Heaven Could Wait By Kenny Davis

If Heaven Could Wait by Kenny Davis

If heaven could wait
If only for a year
If only, but a slight moment longer
One chance more to hold her near

If heaven could only wait
If only just for a night
That my eyes may have a chance at one last glance
At her beauty once more in the moonlight

If heaven could only wait
If only for one last sunrise
A moment to gaze upon the majestic horizon
As the sun glistens from her eyes

If heaven could only wait
If only for an hour
Time to hold her tight
Before a time spent without her

Lord, why would you bless me with a love like this
Only to have it taken away
Can I please just have this one moment longer?
Oh, if heaven could only wait

If heaven could only wait
All I simply ask for is time
For the man who is blessed to have her heart
And for the woman proudly holding mine

Is it possible for heaven to wait?
If only for, but a season
One last chance to cherish moments with her
Please allow me this minute more within reason

Lord, please understand
Leaving her so soon, is very hard
To call up my soul from hers
Would cause me to shed heartbroken tears from the stars

Can Heaven have a time to wait?
To avoid this momentary hurt
Although I would love nothing more than to be with you Lord
She is, but my only tie here to this Earth.

After all of this pain, all of this time
I have finally found the one you have made for me
You have divinely favored me to find true love here on Earth
Only to tell me now I must leave?

If heaven could only wait
Long enough to have one last cry
As I look into her eyes, as we say our last goodbyes
Before you call me in the sky

It’s hard to say such things as this
When being with her and God means so much
I would die to be with both of them
From them, I would die for one last touch

© August 2011 k.davis

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