Best Sunroom Poems
DRAGON FLY:
I was sitting in my sunroom
Glancing at the sky
When I noticed on my window screen
There was a big old dragonfly
I opened up my window
So that I could set him free
But he just stayed there humming
As if he'd say to me
I see you Mr. Human
You're thoughtful and so kind
But I think I'll watch the sunset
That is, of course if you don't mind
So I fetched a spoon of water
And I got a crumb of bread
And I put it on my window sill
Before I went to bed
When I woke up in the morning
The dragonfly was free
And beside the spoon there was a note
It said, thank you, to me.
May
There was a very old woman named May.
In a nursing home she would stay.
Taken from chair to her bed;
Was blind and had to be fed.
No words, just a constant muttering sound.
No family or friends ever came around.
A young nurse, recently hired
Did much more than required.
Nurse Pat talked of her day
In a most jubilant way.
Often combed May’s hair,
And provided fresh sheets.
Shared her chocolates,
And other fine treats.
Frail May was always left in her room.
It did not matter, others seemed to assume.
One sunny day
The kind nurse found a wheelchair.
She gently lifted May on
And pushed her everywhere.
They ended their trip.
A sunroom seemed fit.
To the nurse’s surprise…
Tears flowed from May’s eyes.
Barbara Campbell
A pretty bird sings sweetly upon a fence outside my window,
Until a cat comes creeping and pulls a wing down;
Sad little bird lay on the ground within sharp claws, trembling.
Struggling to get free with no real hope of that happening,
Her feeble attempts no match for a feral cat;
Oh sadness, I know it is natural for that wild green eyed cat.
Finished, the cat moves on- it was not hunger just a game,
Close by a nest of baby birds is loudly tweeting;
The pretty bird looks up to the blue sky with one last chirp.
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I am sure she is dead yet I find myself rushing outside to her,
A basket quickly grabbed, I pick her frail body up;
And bring her inside- I notice that although in shock, NOT DEAD.
And right away I go back outside to find that nest of babies,
And now they are all quite alive in my sunroom;
Oh, the chirping is loud, deafening, but it brings me happiness.
What started out a poem of death became a poem of happiness -
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May 6, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Death of Mother Bird
Copyright Protected, ID 16-787-108-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
My sunroom opens wide in three directions.
I feel as though I am in the midst of nature
in all seasons of the year, but I am enclosed
safely in my little quiet room. In the spring
I can see far to the south and east, many
acres of tulips or daffodils to inspire me.
To the west I see my neighbors fields which
may be any of varied crops. As the crops grow and
mature, I see the changing of the seasons.
Summer was late in coming this year.
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Cheated Summer
Laughing September entering
Dressed in her bright array.
Startled Summer calls on friend Sun
To keep Autumn away.
Summer had waited for slow Spring
To take leisurely leave.
With Fall demanding his full due,
Thieved time she can’t retrieve.
In seven months he’s grown into
a fat and sleek and loving cat.
I’ve kept him from the snow and rain
and predators and woes like that.
A small grey kitty visits him
through sunroom glass door every day.
After she cleans her plate she stays
to bat at him as if to say
I know you have it nice and warm.
Your meal is a meow away.
I’d like to join you but I fear
all human kind, so I’m a stray.
I try my best to coax her in
that she might live in luxury too.
My slightest move sends her away
and there is nothing I can do.
Raccoons and possums come to call.
He watches as they find her dish.
Perhaps he’d like to join them there,
but I’m afraid to grant his wish.
In the big world, danger abounds.
I do my best to meet his needs.
So he can only sit and watch
the little grey cat as she feeds.
By: Joyce 3/17/11
Won a 6th in contest
Anxiety about what I might think preceded me
As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room
Ready to think about who knows what,
I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes.
Gratitude and peacefulness were my first feelings.
I smiled inside thinking about how literal Ingrid had taken me.
He remembered that I intended to write at 3:00 a.m.
As the clock ticked, Ingrid kept time for me…
Fear crossed my mind next, afraid of my own thoughts,
What they might be. Nightmares. Horrors.
Repressed experiences dreaded.
But thankfully, the ringing in my head saved me.
At least for that moment…
A few things slipped in. The Jeffery McDonald murders
That took place when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, N.C.
The horror had anguished me on an off over the years.
Then, I heard the crickets again. Thankfully.
Next, a hit and run accident that was reported in the news years ago
Flashed through my mind…anxiety from Army days.
It had happened on a road we sometimes traveled.
Fear, reality check, and cricket sounds followed.
Yes, it is that cricket sound that I enjoy so much.
It took me to the natural world in all its beauty.
Little seeds germinating in my sunroom...
Crickets outside making their noise; I smiled again.
And the crickets in my head chirped.
I was thinking that this isn’t so bad after all.
I have learned to find happiness inside myself
Then, Ingrid said, “Time’s up.”
I felt relieved.
© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
My DARE: Dane, you picked Dare* I dare you to sit in the middle of your living room...
(on a chair if you have toooo!) Close your eyes, and feel for 5 minutes... (you will need a
stop watch that alert you when the 5 minutes are up. During them 5 minutes, you have
to feel everything, allow your strong emotions to feel. Even if you have little one's are
running or your cat is purring at your feet. Don't allow it to bother you. You have to
concentrate and find that one spot in the back of your mind. The part that digs real
deep into every feeling we forget is there. After the 5 minutes are up... Sit in the spot
where you write, and write for 10 minutes, Write about every thought that passed
through your mind in a poetic way, sad~happy~ mad, crazy.. and so on... Take us deep
into your mind... Thank you..pd
Confession…I wrote more than 10 minutes…time slipped up on me.
My cat loves the spring
She listens to the birdies sing
From the sunroom she watches out
to all the changes coming about
But now she sees another cat
and she paws the window acknowledging that
Though she's an indoor cat to his outdoors
could true love ever be in store
I now feed them both, Stella and Midnight
And to watch them display their affection is quite a sight
Monday, April 25, 2022
I've never known a fixed address. I love the home we've made for three years in our rental house so I'm sad that it's now up for sale. Last night, I sat in the sunroom thinking of how much I'll miss the joy I feel while in that room.
two walls are all window, one an eastern exposure
the other walls, floor and ceiling are old red, knotty wood
the brick fireplace has a beautifully carved, simple mantel
approximately twenty houseplants on antique stools thrive
on the floor among the plants is a life-sized, carved, wooden swan
many mobiles of either angels or hearts hang from the ceiling
on the mantel sits my collection of antique weather vanes
there are five, mismatched chairs in a semicircle
two spindle leg tables sit among the five chairs
on one table is an imitation antique radio tuned to light rock
in a corner, on a stand we built, is an electric keyboard
on one wall in a case we built, there is a dartboard
and everywhere in the room are memories of good, fulfilling times spent
... CayCay
August 6, 2019
Yesterday afternoon I heard the very sad news of the passing of a dear friend of mine. After hearing of this I went into my sunroom and just sat there starring into the sky thinking about him and all the great and memorable times that we had shared together. I really don't know if this was my mind playing tricks on me or god himself showing me that my friend was on his way to heaven. As I was looking teary-eyed and dumbfoundedly into the clear blue sky. I noticed a small white cloud all by itself with no other clouds insight. I watched it as it slowly dissipated and vanished. I recall saying to myself "wow, it's like life, it can come and go just like that, one minute it's here and the next minute it's not." In my entire life I have never seen what I have saw a few seconds later. What I saw was that little white cloud forming again out of nowhere. As I was watching it, the cloud transformed into an almost perfect shaped heart. Then within a few seconds, this was amazing, it transformed again into an angel. A few seconds after, it transformed again into what appeared to look like an angel that was carrying a person behind itself as the person was lying on a bed with his hands folded on his waist and looking peaceful. Believe me not, you really had to see what I saw to believe this beautiful moment I witnessed. It had to be the lord sending me this message and letting me know that he was in good hands and on his way to heaven. An unbelievable experience or my mind just adrift, either way he is on his way.
The lake was beautiful and calm as you see yourself in it.
The surroundings were made of tall autumn grass.
Leaf's are shedding off aspen trees with cattails near
the mouth of a lazy river.
The setting sun brought out the beauty of autumn's color.
Using my cheap fishing pole, I cast out my bait into the lake.
As I watched my line slowly drift to the pristine lake.
A sparrow then flew into my line and tangled itself in it.
Without hesitation, I reeled in my line with the sparrow on it.
Gently I held the bird in my hand and untangled it from my line.
Amazingly, the sparrow remained calm as I untangled it.
It sat in my hand for a moment, and I cast it into the air, and it took flight.
There have been many more rescues of birds in my care.
One was a blackbird that flew into our sunroom.
It was hot in there, and the bird was in distress.
Its mouth was open and breathing hard.
I lifted up my finger to it, and incredibly it jumped on it.
I whisked it outside, and it remained on my finger
until it closed its mouth and flew away.
Another rescue was with a green Hummingbird.
It flew into my screen door, and it was stuck.
Calmly, I slowly wrapped my hands around
it as not to hurt its wings.
It remained calm in my hands, and I tossed it into the air
and it flew away.
Life, given a chance to live, will flourish before your eyes.
"Attitude, love, and delight can color a garden as surely as flowers."
Quote - by Constance
When the birds sing and flowers bloom,
the air tells me that it is spring;
sun washing away winter gloom,
and a hued garden sun will bring.
Memories of mom's garden cling,
I promise flowers for her tomb;
from her I know each garden thing,
when the birds sing and flowers bloom.
Seeds begin in a glass sunroom,
soon, the leaves are doing a fling;
the sunroom is now a greenroom,
the air tells me that it is spring.
Bright flowers bring bees that may sting,
and button roses for a groom;
and I love each sweet butter's wing,
sun washing away winter gloom.
I love each hummer's feather plume,
each day my garden worshiping;
I love the scents and sweet perfume,
and a hued garden sun will bring.
Oh, see vines like green blooming string,
be humble and never assume;
the blooms are always queen and king,
till autumn winds and rain consume;
when the birds sing.
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March 14, 2023
Poetry/Rondeau Redouble/The Art Of Gardening
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-548-14
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Double The Fun
sponsor, Joseph May, Judged 04/06/2023
Third Place
Cardinal peeking
Red flashes in my sunroom
Seeks window feeder
Empty feeding box
Attractive indolent bird
Pecks at my window
Angrily flitting
Eyes industrious robin
Pulling at a worm
April 28, 2021
The sunroom in the afternoon
I’m on the couch; Missy, the floor.
We both are right competitive
when working on the loudest snore.
Poor Frances has her headphones on;
it’s that or likely lose her mind.
Or so she says, but when I woke,
I heard her sawing logs in kind.
I buried a bluejay today.
He flew with grace into a window pane.
From my sunroom I watched and heard the Kaplunk.
I buried a bluejay today.
I watched him take his last breaths.
Broken neck aside the rose bush.
I buried a bluejay today.
Along with some vegetables so he could decay.
And blanketed gently with some fresh soil.
I buried a bluejay today.
If I could have saved his life, it would have been my pleasure.
But God works in mysterious ways.
I buried a bluejay today.
As the sunray's beam ~ through my sunroom's shades
And the warmth of summer ~ slowly fades
My old heart soothes ~ when flowers bloom
Fireworks boom ~ in night parades
Songbirds singing ~ in backyard baths
Children playing ~ out bursting laughs
Ocean's beaches ~ morning boat rides
Swimming, fishing ~ floating rafts
Four or "Fore" ~ an eighteen hole
The groundhog's call ~ bless his soul
His tale a myth ~ his truth be told
His course, of course ~ a summer's stroll
Priceless moments ~ in summer's sun
Love it, enjoy it ~ so much fun
Summer season ~ I do adore
My favorite season ~ there be it none
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9/5/2018