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. A wink
of amorous scene of warmth of her grace.
Enthralled by sensation of sweet scent tease,
gold sunshine rays' columns stand and solemn.
Poetic strokes of emotions to please,
a life draped in dreams hued in cherry blossoms.
A blank canvas rich in true color spun
in glaze memories not to be undone.
Categories:
sunshade, dream, love, spring,
Form:
Sonnet
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.
Categories:
sunshade, imagery, sun,
Form:
Imagism
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 tomorrow’s mystic splendor.
12/16/2023
Categories:
sunshade, spring,
Form:
ABC
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 fatigue shatter.
A shaded path tucked away in slumber
in surrounding walls of dark and umber
trees, woody vines, shrubs, and beast that lumber
a realm of nirvana in poised wonder.
Sitting on the ashen limbs and trendless
full of sculptured green, wood thrush nest, restless.
In air a reward glimmer of breathless
hope in a grove of balm doth shine zestless.
Treading determinedly upward, the tree
sunshade is thinning, revealing a sea
of cadet blue sky, glorious to see.
Leaving the world behind upon the breeze.
7/29/2018
Poetry Contest: For Your Poetry Journal
Sponsored by: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
5. A walk in Solitude / Rhyme
Categories:
sunshade, nature, peace, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
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 for supporting his company with his best endeavor.
Dad decided that fifty pounds would be spent on a day out,
The rest to improve Mums kitchen, needed it , no doubt.
My sister Jill and I prayed for the weather to be kind,
It was great to see the sunshine when we pulled up the bedroom blind.
We caught the early train to Brighton Station.
Mum had brought a pic-nic which exceeded our expection.
At the station we marched down to the sea front,
We saw the sea and beach and then find a space we had to hunt.
Dad hired a sunshade to shelter us from the sun.
Dad, Jill and I ran into the sea, splashed about, what fun.
Dad said" When we have had our lunch and dried out,
We will build a sand castle strong and stout.
Then we cool down and swim in the sea again.
Mum reminded dad we had to catch the seven o' clock train.
Mum gave us funny food that we had never had before.
She said it could be a long time you get anymore.
That was the first time I had visited Brighton and enjoyed the day out.
We came four times more, so we know what seasides are all about.
Categories:
sunshade, poetry,
Form:
ABC
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
Categories:
sunshade, summer, sun,
Form:
Tanka
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 lakes so nice
So don’t try and go swimming,
It can also melt glacier ice
Then the oceans are brimming
It’s not the fault of the weather
It’s us who simply can’t adjust
So wear your rubber or leather
And take a sunshade if you must
Categories:
sunshade, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
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 from your garden,
Stalking, stealthily trailing my back
And sometimes hovering over my head.
Are you really courting me?
I hope you know how uneasy, how hard
It is for one to cross-carpet?
It's very hard especially when
On the other side, little is known
Except some speculations of a green pasture.
The stage is the world where we perform;
It has the cry, we have the pain and
The triumph we relish makes it more daring
To stay put, to battle, to lose, to win.
There's bound to be little reluctance here
And there, like trying to make up one's
Mind on buying a sunshade instead of a cap.
It's even harder to make up ones mind
Especially when nothing tangible would change
Only a regress to that beginning
When the flesh is fresh and new.
Departure! That's our agony
Will it ever end?
The regression, the continuing from scratch,
The opening of new pages and chapters,
Is that what we are made for?
That is, becoming invisible at a point
Or merely disappearing into a dark night.
Living is the beginning of dying
And dying, the beginning of living.
But I'd be wild awake that day
When life and death would seal the deal
And life hands over change of ownership
Certificate of me. I'm reminded of,
If you know the feeling, how sad
It is to be cast out, sold in the midst of life,
As if unwanted, like a broken toy,
An object, once cherished and wanted!
It's sad to be forgotten, committed to memory.
It's sad indeed! But that day,
I'd simply raise my legs
One after the other, reluctantly and
Cross over to the other side, smiling.
Date written: 05/15/2018
Contest name: "A Poem about Death" Poetry contest
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Theme: In the Midst of Life
Categories:
sunshade, analogy, anger, angst, betrayal,
Form:
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 herd graze on green bushes
Barge their way through thick trees and weeds
Making way
For grand and small
Giant footprints and dung mark their tracks
It’s dung a beetle’s nest and feast
The labor of a mother’s womb
Trumpets sound to celebrate
Prey to an open field
Darkness cast upon its young
For it is done
Hearts pump and
Trunks join to commemorate
Rumblings from afar detect danger
They form a protective block around the calves
Their ears on alert
Their trunk and feet test the waters
They wait til it passes
They lock trunks to bond
At the patience of the lions
A son grieves it’s mom
Guards over her corpse
And leaves with the survived
Blazing fires rise
The earth crack
The land is barren
The river is drenched
An underground stream arise
They find relief
All come to drink
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
07/28/19
Categories:
sunshade, africa, death, earth, environment,
Form:
Free verse
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 coward.
He uses flattery and percentile quadrants to entice me to his sodomy.
He and I, bedfellows of rebellious arrogance.
And though miserable, I company, lots and lots of companies.
I wonder into how many mirrors I will pass on my way to hell.
A shroud of glass might end it, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.
Them my enemy and me their obsequious jester.
This vain and vile image.
We made him together.
Their expectations and my vanity.
My machinations and their will for sunshade from the truth of what we are.
We made him together, and laughing he awaits our arrival.
Categories:
sunshade, faith, me,
Form:
Blank verse
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
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Photo 4 Swans & Cherry Bloom Trees
Alliterisen 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Categories:
sunshade, solitude, spring,
Form:
Verse
The sun having a frozen side~
a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
in f i r e.
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.
I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
do I hide the cry of my fat?
With the frozen side of the sun,
snowflakes fall but never thaw,
painting my doorstep in white,
chilling my bones dry,
shaking my limbs stiff.
Birds hide their faces...
and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
mimic the whispers of restless winds—
announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
that will not abate...
the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.
I'm b o i l i n g—
a tempest brewing...
not as a boiling frog syndrome
but like a fish out of water
in a slough of despond.
My skin scathes,
heat burns leave sores on my soles.
Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I w h i s p e r e d—
in the absence of ears~
"I need the frozen side of the sun."
Categories:
sunshade, extended metaphor, fantasy, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
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 in your eyes
let be my little sunshade glasses
you holy Pharisee
Categories:
sunshade, judgement,
Form:
Free verse
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 the leaves still attached to the trees?
What’s happened to Crosby’s White Christmas,
Now the temperature’s twenty degrees?
I went to the beach, back in August,
Prepared to sun bathe for the day.
I hired a deckchair and a sunshade
But a hurricane blew them away.
We are using too many fossil fuels.
The ozone layer’s parting.
While every day, across the world,
Ten billion cows are farting.
So, if you want a forecast
Of what the weather will do,
It’s really no good asking me.
I’m afraid I haven’t a clue.
31st March 2022
You're a Weather Forecaster poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Calari
Categories:
sunshade, weather,
Form:
Rhyme
"Streets of Solitude, losing your way behind fogged glass of bliss, a journey to reality." Quote by poet
Away from mental incessant chatter,
A walk in solace away from the world,
Off time, a sense of elation scatter
A will to feel utter fatigue shatters.
A shaded path tucked away in slumber.
A struggle, dire against impossible,
In surrounding walls of dark and umber,
Cornered, hidden beast huddled in lumber.
Treading, determinedly, upward, the tree's
Sunshade is thinning, revealing a vast
Cadet blue sky space, glorious to see.
Leaving the world behind upon the breeze.
Categories:
sunshade, absence, mental health,
Form:
Rhyme