Best Sunbeam Poems
Quote by: Melancholy Of Innocence
LOVE is the spark within the speck illuminated & suspended in a sunbeam.
A ray of sunbeam falls across her face as she plays piano
a warm sunlight caresses the keys and brings to life
memories of love that bloom like noon day sun
Suspended in time like a soft sonata lingering on the mind
sensual, sexy, like a silk chemise wafting in the wind
yesterday's story sits unsung, arias captured OH! my heart
Here in her forever she sings softly to no one in particular
habile as the sentinel that perches and then soars
the illumined face of an Angel, a speck a spark of LOVE
that no amount of silence can clothe....
How big is this great universe?
How far do the stars traverse?
Let us think in terms of sunbeams’
Travel-time on the photon streams.
Beams seen from Pluto at night
Take five-and-a-half-hours at the speed of light.
Just think of crossing the Milky Way
In a rate-per-second of one-eighty-six K,
Would take thousands of years to span
This misty nebulae admired by man.
But it’s a mere fraction of size,
Galaxies seen in distant skies.
From our perspective down here on earth
Of the universe and its unknown girth,
Infinitely larger than it appears—
To cross it would take millions of years!
How can we, God’s created, keep pace,
With the enormity of trackless space?
Overwhelmed by its massive magnitude,
We simply savor it with awe-filled gratitude.
Writers and poets take special delight
In capturing these dazzling scenes at night
Transfixed with keyboard, or hand-held pen,
Mesmerized by galactic adrenalin.
simple lilac bush
purple depth under sunbeam
broad day light sprinkles
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 20, 2016
Sunbeam
As the lightning strikes, I close my eyes again;
I wish for the clouds to part so I can feel the sun shine.
When the darkness fades, I let my sad mood drift away;
As I raise my head to look up, there is no more rain
And everything is alright.
No more cold winds blowing through my bones;
No more dark nights, no more frightening times, no more endless miles.
A change of heart has appeared
And I have received a blessing of the soul;
I can walk amongst the strangers once more and embrace their smiles.
Out into the yonder, in search of a different future to my fate;
This life is no longer on rails and it has only just begun.
Where once I was a passenger, who was afraid of change,
I am becoming a better person and embracing all that is to come.
Breaking from the chains of my own history, fighting for this chance;
I burst from my shell and dive into a book.
Knowledge is power and if this is my last hope and all I have,
Then I will grab the stars from the sky
And turn them into diamonds, to give to you, to replace what they took.
What matters is not always what we want;
Sometimes we are not happy to settle for what we have.
But desire is the ignition to a big bang called love;
If confession is good for the soul, then speak aloud
And never let that, just be that.
Let the hurricane come and blow its wind of change;
No tsunami can change my mind in these times of hope.
If the ground cracks beneath my feet, I will grow wings and fly away;
Because there is no disaster that could stop me telling you all I know.
The world can stop spinning and the moon can fall from the sky,
But I have a sun beam for a soul now, so I can illuminate the night.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Dust in the Sunbeam
Dust floats in and out of time and
Cold terrors tremble within this warm beam
I’m tiring of this existence
Where love exists unbound
No longer too timid to tell of tailored hearts unwound
Within this path shallow words ring hollow
Within this tired tirade of passion I weep
Sticking to my guns of disbelief
I slide into
With your rose clenched I keep cool
Sunbeams take this precious tame time away and allow
To trust in me your world of particles spinning to and fro
Living within this world of licking bare skin
Sunbeams I need dust to redeem that life which is not a lie
And confirm that taking hold of everything is all this world wills
Whisper into my mind the torrid tackling of true trouble
I’m against the wall, jeans scraping
I’m waiting for disaster, waiting for my time
I’m with you always and it is in the means and methods you find me
In the dust my love is not lost or low
Yet, along living beams I travel
And that is truth
Told you I was real, racy and riddled with wine lines
I’m the epitome of the street signals and cityscape
Scattered in your dreams of pavement pounded and wrecked
Beams are my obsession and within this I live
You have to take with you, no
You have to leave me here
A warm sunbeam touches my face,
I tilt my head and squint at the sky.
I’d like to spread my arms and embrace
The passing day which is about to die.
The mellow sunbeam is only mine,
And we belong to one another.
I marvel at the afternoon shine,
But I’ll soon be missing its glamour…
It seems impossible to say goodbye
To the ray which makes me so joyful.
Only the sunbeam is able to dry
Tears in my eyes. I’m again hopeful.
I can’t stop the dark clouds above
From covering the sun growing weak.
There is no help. Even my love
Is vain though I thought it was unique…
Winter leaves us shivering, and leaves trees bare
As we await the cherished spring
Snow is everywhere
And upon the branches snowflakes cling
As silence becomes frozen on the wing
Spring brings to trees their leaves of green
And brings all the blooms we see
The landscape becomes a beautiful scene
And squirrels chatter with glee
As they scamper up a dogwood tree
Then birdsongs awaken me at dawn
as the wind rustles through the leaves
The sun rises with a yawn
And through the foliage its light weaves
And attires the branches with sunbeam sleeves
1-4-2020
MY SUNBEAM COLD
A poem (about birth)
Lionel Derbyshire
It is going to be a while
For me to stand on my
Own two little feet
For today I am newly
Born out of my mother
In all from God’s grace
Our naked hands are
Reaching out to each
And at the touch
She draws me nearer
We grab at each other
Still bonded umbilically
We keep tight and
Yield our first greeting
To each other.
Mom’s hands are
Coming nearer to me
And in the embrace
She sweeps my face
Right to my little head.
She keep’s me up and
My eyes are blinking
At my beautiful mom
I scent of new life
And lay in peaceful sleep
By her side.
Her skin is warm
She really feels
Like my own sunbeam.
And as she draws breath
Slow and slowly more
It becomes heavy..
And heavier more
My sunbeam is
Getting cold now
And colder more.
How could MOM
Leave me now..
And close
Her heart
After wiping my
New born face
Clean ..
My birthday
The last day
Mom held me in arms.
Will I ever say
" MOM "
Like a sunbeam that fell from the sky
is your radiant gaze, gorgeous guy,
and with one look at you,
I know love could be true;
I got caught in the blink of your eye.
the sunbeams shedding
jets of pinks on the hilltop
the clouds rush into
In golden hues that dance upon the land,
the radiant light, a painter’s delight.
A symphony of colors, hand in hand,
illuminate the world, both day and night.
A prism of emotions, it reveals
the way it softly kisses every face.
A soft caress, the heart it deeply heals,
and paints a picture filled with awe and grace.
At dawn, it rises, casting rays of gold,
awakening the slumbered earth from rest.
With gentle warmth, its secrets it unfolds,
inviting nature’s beauty to attest.
So let us capture in our hearts and minds
the way the light looks, so divine, so kind.
*I wrote this poem on January 10, 2024, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ January challenge. This was day 10 and the prompt was: Capture the way the light looks. I chose to challenge myself further by writing my first sonnet.
succulent sunbeam
so seriously soothing
satisfied soul sooth
FIRST SUNBEAM
Ray of clear sun shows
Across the heaps of snows
The whiteness's rival,
Announcing the soon arrival
Of a host of its fellows -
Welcome yellows,
Not yet melting -
Calling distantly to spring.
A simple beam of light
Warning the winter’s white:
Our time is now, brother -
You must move over for another
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Note:
Canadian winters can be long and severe, and the
first hint of an ending is when the sun breaks through,
even though it is still freezing weather.
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Entered in Poet ~ Destroyer's Contest
"Any Poem in which did not place in a contest. (second chance contest)"
At daybreak,
the sea sheens, glints and gleams,
as sunbeam shafts blasts holes through clouds,
to set the sea alight.
Cauldron pools so bright,
sparkle the sea with shimmering brilliance.
Searchlight sunbeams, panning the sea,
create a celestial celebration of dawn,
at daybreak.
My song's taken flight
Upon a beam of the sun
Across the vast land and sky
On the beat of drums.
Let its tune fill thee
With the magic of a flute
Dancing upon the heartbeat
Cadence of the drums.
It is sung for thee
To fill your heart, where distance
disappears and we can feel
Each other's presence.
By CarolineCécile
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