Best Sunshade Poems

She walks underneath the pink sunshade trees
dressed in flowing antique white bridal gown.
Un-dissuaded heart, to laugh, love, a peace 
drawn to fragments of leaves rustling around.

The start of spring; radiant glow of pink.
A fountain of cherry blossom petals trace
down to the ground dressing the green....

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one waiter
ten tables
a sunshade and chair

a small cup
strong coffee
the sun in the square.

the fountain
a church door
the white heat and glare

graffitti
neat flowers
the sun in the square.

a slight breeze
a pigeon
a clock chime somewhere

a small dish
one euro
the sun in the square....

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Awaken to citrine sky as   
Birds are heaven bound 
Canvas rich true complementary colors spun.
Delight sensation of sweet scent does tease,
Enchanting pink sunshade trees intertwine
Fervor poetic strokes in cherry blossoms.
Glide through, as time sweeps away a
Humble early morning light.
Impressionistic intrinsic appearance, 
Jitter to...

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The Little Master, Sachin Tendulkar

At Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai,
   The Little Master chose to say good-bye;
His Rembrandtesque canvass hat shading eyes,
   He whispered thanks up to high-open skies.

Gods spurned earth but as living Avatar
   Though Sachin was not from...

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A walk-in solitude, putting one foot
over the other, stepping over roots
to listen to the flutes of nature lutes
and silent subtle shift that are afoot.

Away from mental incessant chatter,
solace for the fractious mind. A matter
of time, a sense of elation scatter
and the will to feel the...

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Sizzling Summer

summer sun sizzles
sans sunshade shelter
sunburn scalds
she sprints scorched sand to shore
swizzles in soothing sea

Sandra M. Haight

~3rd Place~
Contest: Short Forms For Summer Part 3
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Modern Tanka
Judged: 05/27/2016
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I have never been to Brighton before,
I was eight, never been on a sea shore.
Mum and Dad were taking us all on a summer's treat,
We could make sand castles, swim,eat ice cream in the summers heat.

Dad had been awarded one hundred pounds for being clever,
Also...

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PERFECT WEATHER


The weather is always ideal
It arrives just on time
Just when the need is real
And the earth is prime

If we get caught in a rainstorm
We should’ve taken a coat
Or if rivers flood beyond the norm
We should’ve taken a boat 

A heatwave  dries up the...

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Departures!
We are all departing,
Beings of departure belonging to no one
And we lack all the knowledge of it
From the first day we came,
Our aim has been to move on,
To reach our goals. 
Enough!
You have turned me into a prey!
I noticed lately, how wantonly
You look at me...

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The Kalahari 


Kneaded clay
Form creases 
The thirst of desert  
blinding dust and wind 
Collide of wave and tide 

Females carry the tribe 
Their large flappy ears 
Fan them cool 
Muddy pools 
Their sunshade and lemonade 

Their long trunk, their utensil  and instrument 

The...

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I wonder into how many mirrors I will glance on my to hell.
This vain and vile image.
We made him together.
Their expectations and my vanity.
Their agitation and my insecurity.
This peripheral paranoia, checked only by the silent staring into an image.
I wish he would show himself, that...

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She strolls neath the sherry sunshade trees.
Serene, the start of sown spring, slumber sate scene.
Steadfast, striking, whimsical, white 
swans swim, mid melding of cherry blossoms.
She's spellbound by silent sense 
of Poetic strokes spun of sweet scent
soft sunshine streaks on her swollen lips.

12/27/2021

D. 9- 11- 8-...

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THE WEATHER? DON’T ASK ME

There won’t be a cloud in the sky today,
But don’t get too complacent.
The weather’s coming from the north
And storm clouds are adjacent.

My job used to be simple,
The seasons were well defined.
But, due to global warming,
I’m feeling undermined.

Why, with November upon us,
Are...

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A book of verses underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread—and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
Oh, wilderness were paradise enow.

(Omar Khayyam’s (1048-1131 CE) well-known quatrain (Rubai). Its translation was done by Fitzgerald as above. Now look at the following translation done...

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The adulterous housewife
point fingers 
at the prostitute down the street

How sluggish is the tortoise 
said the snail
yet slow in her own little shell

The toad has no stool to offer
who preaches so?
The squatting jumping frog!

Devil on the pulpit 
preaching repentance
with an unrepented heart 

The log is...

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