Long Sunshine Poems

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Premium Member Spellbound By Sunlight

free spirit of summer: a new foliage
wraps the air; vagabond daybreak spilling
colored tones on mounds of rosebuds
 dripping of citrine sensation...
how beautiful they are, 
enough to widen hundreds of a maiden's smiles...
and while swags of August cuddle
gemmed blossoms and herbage ,

a plump view shapes morning into a spray
of mountain petals, spreading sheer
rapture on long, lavish fields---

 spellbound by sunlight of auroral tint,
 flowers burst more daring than
 the red, orange and pink of early beam,
 as trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds 
waving their flamenco hands to greet tangled wet weeds. ...
and much like the sun they were born from, 
florets thrust their tanned arms radiant. rare. robust...

here, a parade of garlands dressed in
satin hues prances on the first touch of light:
that finally, earth's flesh is decked
 in summer rays, in softened prayer... 
sun - up waltzing   pivoting 
in dawn's sweet, effervescent glow!


Can you outrun the rain?

From my drone, I see you far below
The elk stampedes, the red rocks glow
I'm like the storm over the plain
Can you outrun the rain?

You hope to make it to the black rock lands
But no-one is left, no helping hands
My drone lets loose, a bolt from the blue
The earth erupts, but it misses you.

You think of sunshine before this war
No idea back then what was in store
That foolish empathy now seems in vain
Can you outrun the rain?

You galloped the prairie, now your horse is lame
You dismount you and jog, can't face the blame.
Behind you thunder shakes the plain:
Can you outrun the rain?

You think of the horror that you helped bring
The bombed-out craters where vultures sing.
Truth wasn't your value, that was your stain
You seeded the cloud and now comes the rain.

I send a new command to the drone
I can't go through with this, so I call it home.
My heart goes out to you, I feel your pain
I'll look away while you outrun the rain.
© Gem Stone  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Invisible Love

There was a time when love was 
                a bright star in the sky 
         sunshine on a rainy day 
an eagle soaring                           quietly 
towards the edge                                       of day :) 
but now that you are gone 
               life has become a weeping willow 
       thrashing in the rain         seeping gold
                  from limpid broken branches 
There was a time when angels sang 
              lighting our hearts in fire            and burning desire....
Today I sit and wallow in my tears 
               counting on my grieving fingers 
  the sum of all our years. 
There was a time you and I would dance 
                            on the pinnacle of heaven 
now I dance and I dance alone, between heaven and earth 
      and your memory is now,  ...     my thirst !

Premium Member Seeking Safety from Sex-Sells Socials

Salacious, sultry
Simplistic signs of
Seedy sensory
Semi sentimental sales on
Socials
Surreptitiously
Slinking ..
Slowly
Sliding into your 
Sphere and
Psyche.
Psychologically
Seducing
Some senses so
Suspiciously 
Satisfying 

So,
Surrender self;
Shield for safety,
Stand strong
Secure salient sentience 
Successfully 
Set sights solidly -
So soul secures solidarity
In sacred sanctuary of
Shalom

Somewhere,
Sandy sunsets certainly save,
Silky spider's web sparkles in sunshine,
Soft sensory surroundings subdue
Significant silent scenery in
Summery satisfaction.
Soporific seaside sounds 
Singing in sympathy 
Solitary safe sanctuary of seduction
Saving soul's sanity.
Selah.

Slowly, so slowly..
Spirituality of the natural
Nestles into the nape of
Normality 
Now knowing
Nature's notably neutralising
Nurturing
Nourishment nectar of
Never-ending 
Nirvana
© Sam Scott  Create an image from this poem.

The Dying Man

Spiderwebbed folds hang from each arm
as moss will from an aged cypress.
He sometimes raises haggard hands
as if he dreams of rising again,
or to cover bleary eyes.

The world is his mind.
Daylight a brief fluttering against closed lids. 
Night floats above him,
he feels a light-headed immunity  
from the gravity of death.

Outside in the hard-wired clamor
buses and trucks growl up droning hills.
Order and chaos are ushered in and out
of pallid pools of sunshine
and the wheezing colostrum’s
of a cloudy effusion.

Most who travel are asylum workers,
the old brick systems of sanity
must be maintained,
the matrix clipped, then the disused
swept under crumbling foundations.
The infrastructure, the fabric
the kapok and pith,
the nuts and bolts of an older age -
it all needs workers.

The dying man hitchhikes under a hand,
feels the warmth of flesh in full-bloom.
He sighs,
the nurse hears only a gurgle,
she is monitoring,
the winking machines are monitoring
while camara’s monitor everything.
He remains in his world,
always sinking upwards
toward what he knows not,
but it’s not here so he does not care.


Premium Member Acorns and Leaves Falling

On the path of the colorful trees, in autumn days I walk;
And I am filled with the beautiful sights and forest sounds.
In the chill season of glory, upon a vivid nature catwalk,
Acorns and leaves are falling, and perfect silence abounds,
Save the haunting autumnal birdsong, which forever surrounds.

The frenzied squirrels are feasting, and leaves rustle slow,
And lemony sunshine lends its cheer, amid a steady falling,
Adding to final moments of foliate glow, for the world below.
Now sunlit hours are fleeting, as time's no longer crawling,
And the robustness and comfort, of evening fires are calling.


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A Glimpse With God's Eye

I saw my shadow reflect in the cold winter's day
I looked - it embedded in my mind
The sun permeated in my head
Rays of sunshine bloomed an aura
A halo - it flatters my brain
My eyes upon it like a bud in thin air
It fades into the light fascinating me
Memories will follow my sight today
And when in the past  , yet Ill find
That the day as my shadow wilted with pain
I pondered at thought again in life
And God that placed that upon me with care
I'm precious now with thought I see
I am me - I am God's child
Who shines that upon my living soul
So in God's eyes - my thoughts are pure
And I'll walk my paths with baby's breath
And amaranth will decor me when distraught
Imaginary in poetics brought me to realism
It's a pain I know at the pane indeed
And if so I shall cultivate the stressful weed
I am immensely mistaken never and at death
It's me God ! I'm alone with you in spirit
Alone in life? It's reality love can't be bought
It's my life , my reflections - I then taught
And the pain still on my face too tantalizing
Brings forth the ridicule then sought.
© Stacey Law  Create an image from this poem.
god
Form: ABC

Premium Member Spice of Time

Spring wakes with promises of inspiration
Light alive with soft and vivid imagination
Hues of hope melting through the night
Arousing the dawn to sun’s glistening rays
Whispering sighs of vibrant, lively praises
Murmuring to God about winter’s fading

Summer hastens to reach beyond heaven
Toward the glimmer of soul’s sensations
Breathing refreshing ideas into the flames
Of a soft, soothing beam of dazzling sun
Welcoming the one who listens with the heart
To all the joy exposed in a season of warmth

Autumn alerts us all to the restful, calm
That comes from letting go of past worries
Wistful longings for grace that lights hearts
With shadows of color, hues in deep faith
Scarlet and crimson, bold and vivid ginger
Yellow that hints at fierce flickers of prayers

Winter cries out to the moon and stars, shouting
For affection that melts the cold, icy thoughts
Brings light to the dark and heals the heart
Who knows only freezing frosts and cold days
When even the sunshine can’t heat the stares
Of a snowy blanket that covers most loving cares

Premium Member Where's the Sunshine

The sun smiles, the moon waxes and wanes
 The stars twinkle when they come out at night

Winds blow, gust, shirt, swirl, pick up and die down
  Tornadoes are twisters and hurricanes have eyes

When the sun shines on us, that's good fortune
  She hides her face, we take it on the chin
It rains on our parade, or we get snowed under
  Hurricane-force winds can tear whole towns asunder 

Earth's cracks and crevices widen, innocents consumed
  Lightning can strike us -- electrocution
Tsunamis wash ashore -- total dissolution
  Twisters touch ground -- destruction, destitution

Nature is oft delightful, capricious, full of fanciful whims
  Yet the havoc she can wreak is devastatingly grim
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hope


a fragile bright thread
woven through the darkest night~
 light that dispels dread

soft whisper of dawn
chasing shadows from the soul~
sunshine on the lawn

seed beneath the frost
waiting for the gentle thaw~
life will not be lost

tear begins to dry,
a quiet strength starts to grow~
shine anew in sky

sunbeam on the path,
melting away winter's grip~
greens in aftermath 

a gentle warm breeze,
carrying a hopeful song~
worries start to ease

rainbow after storm,
colours painting skies anew~
peace begins to form

distant star's soft gleam
promising a warmer shore~
life`s journey still beams.
Form: Haiku

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