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Your laughter’s echoes are like a broken record in my hysterical brain
I misplaced my journey-like notebook, written in pen and pencil prudently and sincerely
Solace sunrays are embedded in your blue-green eyes and it’s driving me insane
Change is a challenging chore, but as someone once told me, “No one ever stops progressing, but it’s your job to improve frankly!”
Confined to this Depression wars, I feel like I’m frozen forever in his ribcage
Don’t accuse me for committing atrocious felonies – my intentions don’t lean on greed
I love God’s Wonderful deeds indeed! I loathe this fast-paced world, especially in this day of age, sponging up avarice and rage
Be careful what you watch, say, touch, hear, and taste – nourish your family seed
Visions of unforeseen, unforced miracles is a memory I hold dear honestly
I recall years spent on pondering about the tragedy in this fast-paced world and its many crimes
You scan my verses as if it’s a short story, catching your sheer curiosity
You have read me several times like a children’s book with silly Mother Goose Rhymes
I resemble shrouds of misfortune for cat’s sake...Now, am I worthy to be compared to a children’s tale? Am I the cause of the world’s calamity?
The dusk has dawned upon me…unearth the mysteries in the hollow, tacky atmosphere
Man’s plans were destined to be a fail from the beginning of time – why’s my heart thumping with pride and vanity?
Why should I rely on Man when I have God by my side? He’s the one and only that makes me have tears of hope, not frantic fear!
I’ve seen his wonders, so imperishable! I’m a witness to God’s phenomenal, faultless Work!
Why don’t you look at yourself in the mirror? Let’s face it – we’re all playing roles in this world’s tragedy!
Why are you throwing the blame on me? You resemble an irrational jerk!
I can’t bear being that individual who speaks his mind deliberately – I’m not acting immature! Straighten up your mind; stop acting so silly!
~!@#$%^&*())(*&^%$#@!~
Inspired by Jake Ponce’s poem: Ephemeral and the verse (entitled: The Key To My Heart) written by Jan Allison! Check both poems out and you’ll be amazed and it feels as if you’re placed in their shoes. It’s remarkable. Do look them up and read their works. You won’t regret it.
^Written by David William Breidenthal^
***Date this was written: Thursday, May 29, 2014***
Let me jump into your river run rich as Euphrates.
Let me lay in your tall grass valleys nestled between two hard black mountain peaks,
where I
Can drink up the sunrays.
And Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
Somewhere between them rolling black hills is where your thick bush hides the cool
crystal
streams.
I sip your fruit plants sweet cocoa milk and look up into your skies sunrays.
It ricochets off the smooth chocolate black trees that support your voluptuous magnolia
bloom
The wind blows and your flower bounces and quakes, fanning its sweet aroma through the
Atmosphere,
Sweeping those soft fluffy pedals across my face.
I smile
And you Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
In the arms of the soft black cavern, under the river’s waterfall, I make my home.
It’s a heart of paradise embracing me.
Inviting me in.
I hear the water passing over, throbbing and pulsing in sync with mine.
I suck berries at the foot of the open fields.
That sweet oil black juice dances down my mouth.
Every fluid filled bite overflows in my lips and runs down the side to drip slowly from
my chin.
I look up into your skies and stars look down and speak my name.
The moon moans. The womb of man is this woman
She alone can Black up my Brown and Brown up my Light.
Then ever so gently the leaves pull back and open up her vast and succulent fields
I slowly crawl into her pastures then firmly and stiffly begin to dig up her soil.
Turning over her rich black earth.
Toiling day and night tilling her meadows,
Unearthing her treasures buried below.
The constant pounding and packing up a full load;
Breaking into new ground.
Cracking the topsoil and penetrating her nutritious moist and sticky fertile turf.
Never has the earth been split like this to uncover her deepest mysteries.
Next I unpack my deepest confidence and my strongest statues.
Then with my tool, through the moist and milky mass, I scoop out a deep warm hole to plant
My dreams.
Packing and pushing it deep in the soggy substance, time and time again until….
The thunder cracks this empress’ tempest
The earth contracts. Fear collapsed.
And here and only here,
I Black up my Brown and Brown up my Life!
Form:
Written: January 30, 2024
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Amidst the darkness,
a tunic of silence looms high
mentioned in a muttered manner
spying via disguised apertures
rooting remorse-ridden radiance
Upon a glimmering
A blue-toned backdrop
under a celestial canopy
with mesmerizing shimmer
A stillness wraps the earth
entangled in unfathomable peace.
An opus devoted to stillness
saturates this space
winter wonderland
breathing beauty blue
anodyne snowy utopia.
Winter dreary nights
prolonged and chilly,
glows with a suave weave
mesmerizing gray foliage
The exquisite grace
unparalleled in magnitude,
with bright sunrays bouncing off,
a pure, lovely layer of snow
Embrace a serene moment
where harmony rules supreme,
an enormous sensation of delight
as the euphoria wears off
The light was shimmering
In an icy realm devoid of any conflict,
But the bitter northern winter
Winds are as sharp as knives.
Suddenly, that time ended
As it slowly slips away,
A gift of blissfulness
remains in an unspoken way
akin to an infant sleeping
with calmness all around,
A place where time stood still
and tranquility was found
Sunlight and shadows
disappear, for it is meant to be,
In the seasons, finding hope
and the spirit soars free.
We're both ugly and gorgeous
We can love, but we may also hate
We breached the rules while playing
I wonder what our fate will be
Multifaceted, we love and detest
elegance and vulgarity
Healing our emotions requires action
and understand our ability to shift,
Support me in spreading love and peace
Inspire beauty in whatever we do,
We can accomplish this together
But the future is unknowable,
A single idea could alter the world,
I hope it's an idea that you have
A remedy for shattered emotions,
Another view I've been having
I believe there is promise,
Most people grasp the basics
Even my silly pride may leave a mark
I might be known for it in the future
Reminding others of the concept
I could also join them
Who is initiating this act?
Be involved in the entity
Simply by accepting love
When we realize we need peace,
That alone may be sufficient
We recall several eponyms,
One thing must be remembered,
This beauty is our goal.
Over ugly, we must convey beauty.
Above all the conceptions upon gleaming constellations, among the Seven Seas,
Twinkle
She’s supernal, the Sapphire Star of El
She’s empyreal, the fire pulsar shell
She’s ambrosial, the choir admire bell
Twinkle
Thinking I am moving forward by benching these 100-pound dumbbells
Hell
Attacked by a crocodile
Leveling within dungeons trying to excel
Wish I had the ability to cast the enchanted spell of levitate
To always be there for every time you fell to assist as in a helpmate
In the lullabies of wintertime, the crime is asking too late for a date
Tithed, I'm applying my last dime, inquiring the Sublime Mother of the fate
Magnificent bliss with the gentle touch of a kiss
A cosmos flower for the morrow for the princess
As a part of yesteryear kindness to reminisce
In awe of the Zenith Seven Sea’s Sapphire Empress
Beseeching thy grace for the tears lost by the abandonment goodbyes
Forgiveness please for the lack of achieve and position of naïve
Sincere apologies for the instantaneous unanswered whys?
Praying for the afternoon to burn all the shadows of disbelieve
The yawn hours fade away, time’s dusty hands are gone
The sunrays are overhead, no more to be dawn
Since the awakening morning, time apart
Is now the recollection of an anguished heart
Yearning for the inception of spring to start
The creations pilgrimage of the lover’s art
Performing her ballet along the shoreline, her impressions engrave
Cheerfully singing, gleefully giggling, while journeying on the sapphire trails
With a dazzling shine, she’s been waiting for so long on the sands extending her hands
Gazing upon the millions of butterflies refracting heavenly pastels
Beholding this imagery of the daughter of Divine as the ocean’s wave
Musically echoing and chimes of the sea
Touch by the hand of Aphrodite
Her surpassing grandeur, greater than the pristine Nefertiti
She is the most pulchritudinous nymph of the Almighty
Smile
She's eternal, a beaming demoiselle
She's beautiful, dancing in pimpernels
She's celestial, a blessing in the dell
Smile
Within the shimmering sky, the Scintillate Sapphire Star is the perfect gem of resonating beauty
11/19/2017 Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
"We can't ever fathom,
when the ceasing flicker of hope
flutters away,
and
escapes to an
endless forest;
the only charm in this
spellbound life is,
to chase that
scarred saffron second
and hue it with our own
enchanting light..."
As the fiddling
crescent basks
in this reborn moonrise,
I slowly blanket
my soul with
shivering sighs
of frozen stars,
as they trickle
down my lungs
and echo a
scentless spring,
where oceans
yearn to feel
the kiss of
floral zephyrs,
tickling their
turquoise sirens.
Perhaps,
I was once a
lifeless snowdrop,
a stygian silhouette
of midnight which
wrapped those
neon skies,
as black ice
melted in cores,
when pain became
my melancholic
soulmate and no
philosopher's stone
could turn this
solemn melody,
into sapphire ruins
of remedy.
Since my spirit
has hibernated
in this crystal castle -
I've been waltzing
in a wondering,
did my eyes
loose their dazzle
and become mere
colourless dots
of an oil pastel
portrait, as
this quill turned
vengeful for
its own spirit?
Did I break
my own heart,
by watering the
macabre of miracles?
Fading in
marigold mangroves
that whisper to
my delicate muse,
I feel the breaths
of mirthful wingbeats,
ricocheting and
making me swoon
over a pedestal of
pure sunrays.
Have I always
been this alive,
where these pulses,
reverberating
in my chestnut skin,
could wake me up
from the crestfallen
slumber?
Now, as these
topaz horizons
unfold their
golden carpet,
embroidered with
velvet peonies
and silk carnations,
I slowly bloom,
with a princess-cloak
of fluffy feathered
petals, resting
upon the crown of
emerald leaves,
bathed in chic
chocolaty lakes, as,
~ an empyrean lotus.
So, reminisce me
evermore, as an
imperfect lyric
of a dusky
peach pixie,
leaving footprints
of faith in a
muddy reverie,
for, on the
bluebell crest
of lush earth,
reigns this
rosy Cleopatra,
rhyming with
jeweled perfumes
of tomorrow.
When Souls Dream
They dream of distant shores
with rivers that never end,
The place they long to see
as the Day becomes clear.
They follow a dried river bed
where elephants lay and surrender
Their dust-covered bones
upon layers of broken clay,
Shadows on horseback drift
through valleys and rocky trails,
Past sunset-colored hills
toward the soft, red, horizon.
The sun dips into the canyon
into a shimmering dark river
with the moonlit stars reflecting
their dreams upon the surface,
A calm oasis for tired souls
Burdened with costly goods,
looking for rest from the black night
searching for peace in the cool night,
A large fire is kindled near the water
smoke from the sacrifice rises high,
The sweet aroma fills the air
until it reaches the falling moonlight,
The river is bathed with sparkling light
Solemn faces are illuminated and bright,
They look about with wonder and hope
They look for the one who is strong in soul,
A man rises and parts the moonlight
in his hands is a sacred scroll,
the light follows him to an altar of stone
where he gently unfurls crisp, curved, pages
He searches bold lines of black letters
as the orange embers warm the night,
The rest wait silently; with eyes barely open
quietly listening; as if they are dreaming,
Then the words are spoken from the scroll
their sound echoes on the canyon walls,
Memories buried deep within emerge
reminding them all of who they were.
A new vision forms in the horizon
The Dawn is quickly rising,
Golden sunrays shining the way
pushing the shadows further away,
A Whirlwind forms between the sunrays
a rushing force that turns and turns!
Filling the air with crystals of pure light
the shadows flee from this fearsome Light!
It rises slowly above the canyon
as the young and old look with awe,
The one who was strong cannot stand
he is brought low - to his knees and hands,
He whispers those sacred words once again,
then a blanket of mist suddenly descends,
And the heart of every soul opens wide
because the Almighty is here - to give them life!
Mark Stumpff
In the labyrinth of warmth, I sought refuge in the cold room of frozen memories,
From the cold room, I fled to the coffin of unspoken promises,
And from the coffin? Only the bare hands of time bury constellations in the soul,
Though coffins are perhaps the cheapest homes in real estate listings,
No cell is lonelier than a grave forgotten by shadows past.
Remember us—all of us—in a single place of eternal rest,
We are buried incomplete, for our bones still breathe in your throat,
With your umbrella, you tried to take revenge on the sun; haven't you heard?
Even the "sun" sings its longing for "water" in secret verses.
From the conspiracy between rain and sunrays, a dream of a rainbow is born
For the evaporated hope of water—now captured in glass aquariums,
Though bottled, a fish state has been dismantled.
What well can survive with its neck cut by unfulfilled desires?
Where on the river's neck do the dam's fingerprints disappear into purification plants?
From bruised necks, a museum of invisible fingerprints was born.
Even the observer has closed his eyes tired from so much searching.
These tickets—what field of view do they truly open in your soul?
Longing—soaked between eyes and sea, between your sky and forgotten earth,
Of all the temptations that pursued a kite, only a diamond
Remains on the geometry test of moments lost in time.
A butterfly divided the world between two fragile wings,
For the crime of unusual colors, it was denied
A photograph in the vivid colors of hope.
The butterfly's bright thoughts left the cocoon too early,
In an era of color extinction, they chose to fade
In themes of black and white, in the silence of a forgotten painting.
We didn't paint—but stretched new canvases for old paintings and memories,
Photographs, forgotten by memory—yet one of them
Will eventually find its place in the frame of our obituary.
As painters and photographers, we agreed on the truth of faces,
Though we clashed as deeply as our tools of creation.
Yet—our hands are the latest fashion in delicate bow ties,
Designed to clasp the collar of time that flows ceaselessly into eternity.
Insecurities come and go…while the wicked wind do blow
I guess I had to let you know that I’m not the only one all aglow
Misunderstood in many ways, many ways
Wishing and praying for brighter days
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon my mindset of doubt and faith once more
I still love you to the core, love you to the core
But you misunderstood me in many, many ways
Many, many ways…many, many ways
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon me while I’m upset, praying for healing
Upon me while I’m in regret, below here kneeling
I’m praying for the pain to leave my side
Abide by my side and never subside, subside
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon the sunrays of yesterday’s tomorrow
Upon the gay feeling of evaporating sorrow
It preys upon my distress and I want to let it all go
Wishing and praying for brighter days in greater ways long ago…
I long for the sun
To shine my way
Waiting for the day to begin
In sunrays of sun...shine...
Wish you weren't my...friend after all is said and done
I wish for something more
I forlorn all the more...one I adore...
Hit to the core...need I say more?
You bore me with words left unspoken and empty like a corridor...
You left me behind some more
Just let me have some sun...shine...
Wish you weren't my...friend after all is said and done
I'm done being defeated by you
Infected by rue, jaded by you
Rejected by you...this, I say is true
Who knew I'd be sick with the love flu out of the blue
Sun is my art from the start...it's none...
Of your business if I jumped off the gun
I get triggered...triggered...triggered...
By you and you alone
Mutual friendship doesn't matter anymore
As long as I'm with family all the more
All the more
All the more
Because I'm done
With you, taking my sun
And darkening it bit by bit
Let me shine for a change
Let me shine for a change...
Change is a challenging chore and what goes around comes back around...
I got to walk on sea shells and ice just to sacrifice all of me...coughing and bleeding and breathing heavily on the ground
Graze in your own maze...
I'll be having it my way
You can't take my gaze
Off of you today...today...
I'm dependent on being independent
I'm different and unique - so what?
Whatever happens happens...
Whatever...just whatever...
You got me speechless
You got me regardless
Nonetheless, I'm...
Nevertheless, I'm...
Beloved sun and destiny of happiness that has just begun
Moonshine...
Wish you weren't a friend of mine...
I'd rather reach out to the sun
I'd rather reach out to the sun
But...I can't and I shouldn't...
And I wouldn't...dare...break...your...sunshine...
Darling of mine, someday, you'll shine...
You'll always be mine
XOXO away the pain
XOxo away the rain
xoXO away your gain
xOxO away your strain
XoXo away your brain...train...down the drain...
Get out of your circle...
Be my triangle of infinity...
Just, oh just...
Be my sun, Son...
© J.W. Earnings
The night I killed myself, I wrote a letter
A letter to everyone who has ever loved me and watched me grow
A gentle reminder that it’s okay to let me go
The night I killed myself, I told my best friend I loved her,
That I appreciate all that she has done
That even when life was crumbling, she was always my one
The night I killed myself, I hugged my mom dearly
I apologized for the anger pitted deep inside of me
I told her it wasn't her fault and that in the end, everything would be okay
All while knowing, I had no intentions to stay
The night I killed myself, I walked my dog one last time
Absorbed the sunrays on my skin and the floral notes in the air
Suddenly for a moment, I was genuinely happy to be there
I stopped to smell the roses and even pet a neighborhood cat
I started to wonder when I lost sight of the beauty in all that
The night I killed myself, I stopped at my favourite diner to say goodbye
Chatting up the doe-eyed server as I waited in line
Digesting the fact that this life doesn't get better
So I sat by my bedside, writing this letter
But the night I killed myself, I came back to me
Seeing what I had done and the true, wholehearted love that always surrounded me
I thought about the roses and the neighborhood cat, my mother's hug and my best friends always having my back
About what tomorrow would have brought if I had just stuck around to see
Suddenly an abundance of love, rushing over me
How thankful I am that I put the pen down
Crumpled up the paper, stepped back and looked around
Seeing my many blessings and becoming grateful I thought twice,
Of thinking of cutting myself short of the privilege to fully experience this life.