Best Sunny Smile Poems
Friends who are so far apart
find it difficult to help when the
sweetest, gentlest people are in need.
How we of open hearts wish we were near:
to hug, and smile and tell our Catie-Did we care.
How we too are quite alone and wish
she’d write to us. How long the nights are
and the days. When all we’d wish for is a
sunny smile like Catie’s to brighten the gray.
Catie’s cards and phone call and general helping ways
have been the source of comfort to so many
even those far, far, away.
It takes a special person, never to taunt back
to those who are so weak of soul, they only
can attack. Catie cares in a Christian way
she turns the other cheek.
She’s full of words of poetry
but we’ve only seen a peek.
I pray she has more sunny days
I’ll do it right away.
Love YOU Catie Did
Oh, blossoms, waken! Here comes spring.
Each flower, raise your pretty face.
The sun and rain are here to bring
you sustenance. Bring us your grace!
Arise, dear Tulip, from your bed,
and show to us your every hue -
your purple, orange, pink and red.
Come, Violet, and show your blue!
Sweet Daffodil, come take your pose.
Your sunny smile is needed here
alongside precious fragrant Rose.
White Lily, shine your Easter cheer!
Now Kokopelli plays his tune.
Arise, fair blooms; your time comes soon!l
For the Flower Song Contest of Rick Parise
When we see a baby’s smile…what is it we actually see?
Is it their beauty, their trust in us…their innocence, their joy, their purity?
Do we see happiness, satisfaction, peace and serenity?
Do we see comfort, virtue, delight…do we see love and harmony?
Or, perhaps that baby’s sunny smile… is a little more than what it seems…
Perhaps we see the shadow of our hopes…a reflection our dreams.
Perhaps their smile is there to remind us who we were…
when life was comfortable…when we were trusting, innocent and pure.
Perhaps that smile is a touchstone…a chance for us to see
who we have become…and wonder…is this the person I want to be.
A chance to revel in the moment…happy we’ve come so far….
satisfied with our life, our loves, our choices…and exactly who we are…
And if we’re not…a chance to do something about it….a time to rearrange…
A baby’s smile is an innocent way of showing is…it’s not to late to change.
A reminder it is our job…our duty…as members of the human race….
to do our very best…to put a smile on every baby’s face.
A sunlight girl
with sunny smile
years ago
in my life,
shining bright
like Sunrays
trapping my
chlorophyll days!
In and out
day and night
of my heart's
secret room,
all those days
sunny Sundays
Christmas nights
no darkness!
Remembering her
sunlit face
in this wet
rainbow noon,
after a fresh
damsel rain
walking down
memory lane!
Sunlight girl
where are you?
I need now
smiling face,
give me back
bright Sunrays
bring back my
chlorophyll days!
© kashinath karmakar
My heart was like a barren land,
deprived of being loved and loving emotions
that could quench my drought of loneliness.
Thorny bushes of doubt and despair
pricked me day and night,
leaving me helplessly to bleed pain.
It all changed when you came in my life
like heavy monsoon; raining adoration.
Light of your sunny smile, your warm embrace,
showers of your dewy kisses
tended my heart with care and kindness
into a full bloomed garden of love.
At the core of my heart is our secret arbour
where our souls take shelter to enjoy
as each blossom unfolds hidden pleasure
with fragrance of romance and nectar of love
for us to partake as much we could.
It's an ultimate jouissance - quest of every lover.
08/10/2022
Note: LOVE is the primary emotion I chose to write this poem.
For the contest (Strong Emotions Poetry Contest) by Emile Pinet.
Placed *Tenth*
I'm working through the night
so I won't fall asleep
for every time I do,
into my dreams you seep
the one that broke my heart
the one that saw me feel
the only one I love
the one that was too real.
I'll concentrate on life
without it's summer days,
the winter in my heart,
beats sunburn on my face.
The cold wont reach my skin,
the sunny smile prevails,
it hides from all the world
my blackend, charred remains.
You'll never see me hurt,
I'm much too proud for pain,
I'd rather die inside,
Then let you know you've maimed.
COLOURFICATION
As the charcoal clouds coat the azure skies,
carnation cheeks duet with a sunny smile
greets, her vermilion lips luscious in lure
speaks. Her hour-glass shape molded sublime
to spring looking olive-coral printed dress. She
walking like a panther in ivory high heels.
Was that rose or jasmine scent I smell?
It tantalized my senses, I breathe, I see anew.
Her long straight hair sways as she moves.
Soft silver gems adorn her ears and neck
while a violet Hermes hang loose to her arm.
Her Aphrodite beauty shines, charms more.
Sting. Chilled by unknown void and emptiness,
suddenly my heart tedious throbbing beats
went still, frozen beneath amber eyes stare.
My fifty shades of authority slowly melting down
I, trying hard to control, coping to hide through.
Will my teasing taunts, flawless flaunting pumps,
thrall the innocence of the woman in-front of me?
_________________________________________________
Poetry Contest: United colours: Colourfication
***3rd Place***
Sponsored by: Silent One
10:38 am, March 17, 2016
My sunny smile brighten your days
My gentle stare makes you blush
My deep tone of hello moved you just that bit closer
You can feel my present now
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
Many people wonder where my secret lies
I’m not handsome, or built to suit a stripper model size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies
I say,
It the deepness of my voice
The firmness of my chest
The stride of my step
The curl of my lips
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as calmly as you please
And to a woman
The gals stare or
Fan vigorously to cool the heat within
Then they fight of my attention
A flock of red-phalaropes.
I say,
It’s the passion in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The flex of my arms
And the rhythm of my hip
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
Women themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see
I say,
It’s the firmness of my hand
The mischief in my eyes
The tightness of my ass
The smoothness of my style
I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud
I say,
It is the confident in my stand
The strength in my arm
The clearness/sharpness of my mind
The need of my care
Cause I’m a man
Phenomenally
Phenomenal man
That’s me
Most times she wakes with radiant, full smile
and eyes of blue that sparkle neath the sun.
To be around her lifts our spirits while
her upbeat nature spreads to everyone.
For days, this personality can last,
and spending time with her brings happy cheers.
But then one morning she can turn so fast
and wakes up sad and dark with flowing tears.
Those days create glum weariness with fears
her sunny smile, now gone, brings us malaise.
We now must deal with bouts of falling tears
and modify our life through stormy days.
Her name is 'Weather' and she's such a tease-
with come-and-go split personalities.
May 14, 2016
~5th Place~
Contest: Split Personalities
Sponsor: Brian Davey
Judged: 05/22/2016
Daddy Little Princess...
Daddy’s little princess, my bundle of joy, my reason for living, my happiness in the winter season
Your warm penetrating eyes scream you’re mine…
Daddy’s little princess, my motivation, my energizer bunny, my special baby
Your gentle sunny smile melts my heart…
Daddy’s little princess, my hope, my secret ambitions wrap in the palm of your hands
Your soft delicate demeanor makes me see the world a little better
Oh mum, I lied to you big time
You will never ever understand how it broke my heart
But I was doing it to protect you
It wasn’t my place to tell news that would devastate our lives
Dad was taken in hospital and you went into care
I visited you every day, took you out for walks and we would talk
You’d ask me about dad, one day you thought he was dead
But because of your dementia that was simply in your head
I kept telling you he was doing fine and we would go and visit him regularly
He greeted us with his massive smile – it is still on his face even now
But we were hiding a secret – he had cancer and was still having tests
In fact he was hiding it from me how ill he was so we were both deceived
But I kept telling you he was fine – it was what he wanted
Every time I saw you mum I had a sunny smile
But inside my heart was breaking and I was wearing a mask
Then came the body blow for me
His cancer is terminal and he is dying
You never saw the tears I was crying
He came home and you remained in care
So I lied that we couldn’t go to the hospital
I came up with some great excuses I was very creative
In fact on the day he was coming home
I went to get the house ready and take him some shopping
You were there with a friend who had taken you out
I had to tell her to get you out quickly as the ambulance was arriving
I didn’t want you to know he was coming home – it was his wish
He needed time on his own to take in the devastating news
You kept saying to me you thought dad was dying
I had to lie because it was his wish you weren’t to know
Not then – the time wasn’t right
We kept it secret from you for a week when you went home
You both needed to adjust to being back together again
I will never forget the day I arrived and he had told you his news
You were sitting together on the sofa holding hands
Oh mum it broke my heart
You asked me if I knew dad was dying
I had to say I had known for a while
You were angry at me you said I had lied
If things had been different I would have shared
Mum I lied for one reason – because I care
Jan Allison
23rd August
Written with tears in my eyes for
When Doing Wrong Feels So Right Contest
Sponsored By Jared Pickett
(~Awarded 5th Place~ by Poet Destroyer A)
Never did I meet a man so warm
Full of live and a sunny smile
Sweet like the Scottish cream
The perfect gentleman
Never did I meet a man so warm
With simple gestures and classy acts
Humble yet suave and full of charm
The perfect gentleman
Never did I meet a man so warm
Who at forty has a heart younger than twenty
Elegant, soft yet firm
A perfect gentleman
Never did I meet a man so warm
Who has a kind word for every soul
And a heart so large, so warm
I could go on…
…But as you turn forty my friend
Remember life is just beginning
Laugh to your heart delights
Drink the freshest of wines
Spend time with your kids and wife
Be merry, passionate and never stop loving…
A prayer for you…
May you last long like the Iroko Tree
Bringing warmth, love and happiness to-
Your Family and friends
Happy Fortieth Birthday Babafemi
My perfect gentleman friend and brother!
(This poem is dedicated to my colleague, friend and brother- Babafemi Aina on the Occassion of his 40th Birthday. I wish you many more years of success friend)
Sizzling the baby blue sky
Undying light flourishes behind filthy clouds
No one seems to notice it, except me!
No one seems to care, except me of course!
Yes, you are sunny and simply dazzling
Sparkle preciously against a gloomy sky and take flight
Mesmeric awareness is stirring inside the enchanting light
I truly don’t know how to lift it any higher
Lusting lips form into a cheery structure
Everlasting passion reigns upon me, “I want to see your priceless smile again!”
An Eroded Heart
When you see me the smile shall not vanish from my face
But peep into my heart it is laden with tears of an eroded heart
Burdened with the sorrows of the self and of others around me
A soul that knows nothing but survives on the language of love
Much love have I received when I held the hands of pain and suffering
Much shattered have I been by the masks of ego that bestrode by my side
Destiny's unkindness of distancing family ties since early childhood
Were lessons for humanitarian reprieve in lives of others around me
Oft insulted and abused but forgiving next morn with my famous sunny smile
January 28, 2016
Spring Dances O’er The Fields
All dressed in her yellow gown,
Petalled cape and duckling down,
Spring dances o’er the fields
And dances through the town.
Then she whispers to the honey bees,
That Summer’s stirring through the trees
Who tell the birds in budding leaves,
Who sing it to the woodland breeze.
Now Summer dressed in petalled gown,
With sunny smile and golden crown
Dances o’er the fields
And dances though the town
Barry Stebbings
02/19/19