Best Suns Poems
When I think of what to write
often the ocean comes to mind
Endless sea of pretty blue
and stretched out horizon lines,
impossibly flat
Yet when I actually arrive
it isn't the sea that my eyes
take a liking too
Rather it's just below the waves
my mind does go...
...to the little trinkets
beside my toes
Fossils of sea creatures,
alive one - and now, even in death -
you can see the beauty of their features
Seashells of every shape and hue
(even if they're familiar,
somehow they're always new)
Some are inky black or cobalt blue,
creamy whites and nutty browns
(pretty oranges, too!)
Some are hefty like a throwing stone,
others quite miniscule,
blending in with the sand
Some are fragile -breaking easier
than the waves-
others are like a hardened sunrise
Their well defined rays,
my fingers always finds themselves,
unbidden as an eye-blink
(as unthinking as a smile)
I like the clanky sound they make
when lightly shook in a mason jar
I shake them like dice in cupped hands
(loaded, in my case...
I don't gamble with a good time)
Yeah, when it comes to the beach
I'm like a kid at a candy store
My treats aren't in bins,
but glisten on the sandy shore
I scoop them in my hands,
still wet with the sea
Stick them in my pockets,
if the case need be
(and you know it always does
if I'm being honest)
Where it gets me, I don't know,
but, please,
just one more keepsake!
(this simple joy I try to harness)
I pick up a second then a third
while still admiring the first
A dozen or two, is only of mild concern
(a wagon-full is even worse)
Yes
It is an obsession through and through
I could be just as happy with one
as with a thousand
(maybe happiness isn't something
you can attach a number too)
And I don't know why I do it,
treasure to me (but not for thee)
And even rarity isn't an excuse
You can pick them up by the shovel,
they aren't difficult to find
You can count a hundred alone
within arms reach
(maybe joy doesn't have to be rare,
but can be as common as clouds...
maybe it's not something "out there",
but somewhere near,
even to the ground)
Near as an object
lying beside your feet
Near as a thought that came to you...
...while walking on the beach
Categories:
suns, appreciation, beach, beauty, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
i have touched a thousand suns
danced thru constellations infinite
lost myself wrapped in galaxies dreaming
tossed mercilessly from vortex to vortex
ran amok in meteoric showers across foreign skies
hidden in the eclipse shadows
pondered beneath the northern lights
in the purple-crimson sunsets
as quasars bore down on me
all of the glory the celestial heavens offer
none compare as watching the moonlight
softly in silence coming thru the window
gracing the face asleep next to me
a demanding volcanic lunacy
held in a breathless rapture
where time ceases
a vision escaping into eternity
the moon in its adoration
of the face asleep next to me
Oregon 10/23
Categories:
suns, devotion, moon,
Form:
Romanticism
Night fades away swiftly as brother Sun opens his illustrious eyes; how they glow through the puffball clouds, to enliven the day. He blows out breaths that warm Gaia’s aging chill, she is soothed.
Fingers of the Sun
Reaching out to Gaia’s back
Blanket her shoulders.
Categories:
suns, appreciation, beautiful, earth, environment,
Form:
Haibun
each pore of form a door
each cell represents the whole
Holy Spirit manifests as magnetism
soul becomes living light scriptures extol
a million suns illuminate our head ovoid
from a centreless fulcrum we expand
how can form contain the energy
yet before you, here we stand
Categories:
suns, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
My name is Mariam
Does it matter?
From the beginning I was doomed
A harami in a Muslim world
A world where a girl has no rights
Where a harami has even fewer
I am a slave in a man's world
My mother, Nana, tried to tell me
I didn't listen.
Too caught up in the world of Jalil
My father, but me not his daughter
Through my experiences I have learned
Like Nana said, Persevere
There is little happiness
In a world where nothing is fair.
Categories:
suns, family, political, world,
Form:
Free verse
Short moments with you
Brighten each second in view
Some days they're too few
Categories:
suns, missing you, sun,
Form:
Haiku
Written August 29, 2013
She could have had my son
As we'd spell our names as one
On scattered ocean shores
Beneath that Indian sun
I loved my ma
And I loved her well
I loved my pa
And that musty smell
I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon
Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns
I love my family
How I miss this feeling
Of constant embrace
Awaiting at my feet
So come and pray for rain
To wash away our pain
Before the winter stains
What autumn left to drain
I hope to see them some day soon
I hope to see them smiling too
This Earth they left a bit too soon
Much thanks unto the scarlet moon
Some day well all be joined as one
Under scarlet moons and Indian suns
Categories:
suns, absence, autumn, beauty, boyfriend,
Form:
Lyric
Sun rises from rest
with warming smile
from beneath velvet blanket
Lark leaves it's cosy nest
to herald a new dawn
ascending high into reborn sky
high over waving fields
of barley corn
On a new glorious precious
summers morn.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. Jan.
Categories:
suns, creation, day, morning, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Am I doing this just to create drama
Or am I doing doing this to face the trauma
of years deep in the trenches of fears
not quite in space to deal with crazy
and my avoidance manifests as lazy
its like a nap after having seven beers
Something says that now is not the time
but something says putting this off is much more of a crime
Something says that this is more than just delusion
and something says great answers come from deep complex confusion
Am I a woman who hates numinous control
Am I this man that fronts as happy real and whole
Could it be that this is all a lie
not quite in a space to see a lady
and my man side is more than shady
Are my addictions just another alibi?
something says I'm stronger than 1,000 suns combined
but something says I can't touch my strength winding my mind
something says follow a lie if the intent is pure
something says the lie will lead you into something sure
OHHH, what a baited promise
OHHH, what a stolen soft kiss
OHHH, what an answer for bliss
OHHH, what a troubled bratty priss
Am I this woman waiting to emerge
Am I this soul waiting way too long to purge
a man holding onto what he knows
not quite in a space for difficult change
and my reality feels a little more than strange
should we wait to plant more seeds so that they grow?
Categories:
suns, courage, fear, love hurts,
Form:
Lyric
His voice faltered at first then faded off..
He watched her slink closer,
carrying her flesh sensuously as some women can.
Her face,
a bewitching vision belonging only in dreams,
contained a gleam of beauty as the nerves of her body were continually smoldering my desire.
She slowly smiled seductively,
as she sensuously stalked him,
shadowing him like a memory of a past lover.
Inches battled for territories on both their bodies.
Then looking him flesh in the eye,
she wet her lips-mingling them with whispered words of:
"I want you" and "I need you."
Second by second seemed to loudly waltz all around them before he finally nodded.
They were intently locked on each other dulling their senses.
They were blinded by their lustful urges.
Both blinking into one another instead of seeing the rare sight of time dramatically dance by.
"Lets get away from prying eyes.
I'll meet you." He muttered huskily.
She sneaked a kiss before slipping away at his words,
becoming lost in the crowd and completely out of sight.
He was close behind and fueled by their passion.
Bringing a heat of a thousand suns on the back of his shoulders.
Categories:
suns, art, sexy, words,
Form:
Free verse
Where once samurai roam with katanas on the side
Where now electromagnetic trains glide
Where tsunami comes with a tide
In Japan sun has raised silver blue moon to hide
The sun goes on to Mongolian plane
Sometimes fallowing airplane
As it looks at saiga antelope its heart is filled with pain
There were once so many of them on the plane
It stops by Primoyre
It looks upon when Siberian tiger will snore
It already glided through Australia’s shore
In Syria it caresses with its light crusaders’ castles from ancient lore
As the zenith comes it is shining upon pharos tomb
Because of its light this tomb
This pyramid for a soul is a womb
On the way through Europe it saw sage bloom
As it flies through the ocean sunset is a dream
The orange and violet beauty of sunset will gleam
Below it in ocean sharks and whales will swim
Antigravity boats will one day replace motor boats as they replaced ones powered by steam
Now the sun is above Great lakes
It traveled long distance from the moment it wakes
As it looks down at children eating cakes
It marvels at their innocence yet wonders what each later of the world makes
As it goes to Alaska it also stops by the Golden Gate Bridge
It admires men who build it with skill and courage
But it knows that even though for long time will last the bridge
It is nothing compared to counter balance to life that created sun’s visage
Categories:
suns, fantasy, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Going up the stairs
Keys in my hand, rattles
My mind in a battle
I don't want to be in this
Field
Why me
I have a vision, he a young boy with his intelligence
A crook one day
And the other, an angry clan
No no no
Teach me the way of the suns
For the sake of our sons
It's hard to fix broken men
But what about the young boys quickly growing
The daughters are doing okay
It's seems so, it's so
It's the boys
That worry
A field
Free me
Why me Lord
I've done everything I can
Am left sore
Its the sons
I cannot imagine
I don't want to see
Please I beg you, teach me
So I can teach them
Show me
Show us
How do we save a falling generation
Generations
You created the sun
It shines so brightly
So full of energy
Gives its 100%
Light, a lot of light
Please save our sons with your sun
Broken dads
Broken sons
Dwindling...
Light our way
Categories:
suns, family, hope, pain, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
A struggle through clouds
passing across chilled blue of
winter sky gives in
to jagged horizons
surrounding the restful hazel eyes
recalling Autumn
Can't you see? That the
winds were stripping trees last time
we sang of how stars
chase sunsets and how
their light is the wake of their
deaths, so long ago.
Categories:
suns, angst, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
the land of five suns
each with its duty
one dries beads of dew
that stagger as rodent
from rabbit hole
another people’s hopes
that form in dreamy eyes
of orphans
milk from udders the other dries
that no woman may hold a child
the last one everyone enjoys
marriages it bakes
as hard as leather bags
floating among hyenas
in grandfather tales
Categories:
suns, allusion, betrayal,
Form:
Elegiac Lyric
‘Most of the dandelions had changed from suns into moons.’ – Vladimir Nabokov
The humble dandelion Earth bequeaths.
Oh, golden bloom which ancient lore bequeaths
that fortune ‘s woven into bridal wreaths.
The dandelion turns from sun to moon.
A dandelion morphs from sun to moon
for wishes cast so young and old may swoon.
The Shepherd’s Clocks are pacing march of time.
My Shepherd’s Clock is marking march of time
as day would turn to night with stars sublime.
The moonlight whispers capture early twilight
of moonlit scenes betwixt erstwhile twilights—
a transformation silence cloak the night.
The fairy clocks now spent, they dream of sheen
of mornings when they shone, showily preened.
Categories:
suns, flower, life, metaphor, nature,
Form:
Sonnet