Noon Poems - Poems about Noon

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The first day felt magical, A feast so grand, so memorable. Just hours beyond the golden noon, He said I was his radiant moon. A moon that glows, soft and pure, For a love that seemed to endure. But maybe I was just a toy, In the game of his fleeting joy. At last, the truth became clear— The moon shifts as time draws...

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“The sky in changing shades enfolds many mysteries of the universe, the shifting clouds, the sun, moon, stars and other heavenly bodies. Its vastness is like the vastness of human mind, shape shifting every now and then, but capable of changing the amorphous into fascinating shapes.” ~ By Poet In the noon sky, wade the truant...

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I rode into town with the sun sinking low, I thought "it's too quiet, somehow they know" I wrote his name on the bullet, loaded it into the gun He had taken my farm and shot my dear son. I walked in the saloon, I said "find me Maclay!" The bartender whispered, "Boy, best walk...

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12 pm, now after noon the beach will overflow soon glow of the sun spins around the world boys enjoy watching bikini clad girls... the sun the sand pretty girls getting tan the waves music plays almost naked bodies sway smiles and looks hearts getting hooked wear shades to be coy sly girls look at boys summer sun shines partying time beach volleyball melting ice cream sun thaws sun bathing on a beach towel don't...

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weird bird tweet cheep cheep cheep traffic in the distance barely perceptible breeze rooster crow dogs chase squirrel his get away is lickety split up a hickory tree wind chimes a merry melody smell of autumn leaves a far off conversation drowned out by ambulance siren motorcycle engine revs trill of another bird I soak up the sunshine feeling safe in Vitamin D dog’s gruff bark startles me his pal runs off...

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catching warm rays and the aroma of fall sitting on back deck...

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As the clock struck twelve on a Saturday noon, I would open the gates in delight, My mother would be waiting and smiling, The heavy bag seemed light, As I tossed it aside and fell in her lap, A sweet kiss on my cheek, I still feel the wet. I looked up the date today, A Saturday it was, The clock struck twelve, As it...

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Emerald grass gives a delightful view With variegated strands of sage and blue Freshly cut in rows of splendor Children run with great adventure Upon the grass they place a cloth A basket filled with Mother’s lunch Of bread and jam and milk and cookies A perfect picnic on a Tuesday. ...

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So soothing, the moisture; Cooling my core I’m in a state of bright ataraxia; A barricade for brittle, fragile skin is now protected; If only your touch contained aloe, instead of the high noon rays that fry me....

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Palindrome Limerick: High "Noon" A gun duel set for high "noon" A noisy crowd gathers round soon See Dead-"Eye" "level" his gun Against the quick, evil "Nun" Then the "pop" gun went, Ka-boom!...

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Chandelier whispers through glasses, Musical notes because of sea shore's air. Saying all the swears isn't kept as promises, No one cares if the decisions were fair! Awake at night and sleeping at noon, In waiting for a broken star falling like me. I wish I could stare at you like my moon, I bet, still a poet is living in me! It's...

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Saturday noon under the sun Hot and cold, not so fun Braving wind and scorching heat Standing long is not a treat But I must, I got no choice Even if it wrecks my poise And with aching in my body From the rays of cruelty ...

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So we’ll go no more a bowling So late into this night Though our arms be still as willing And the lanes be still as bright, For balls wear out the fingers And arthritis shows its might, While the back pains all linger And knees need rest’s respite. Though the night is made for bowling And the lanes close far too soon, Yet we’ll go...

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Black Noon The restive wind weds the surging waves merging spirits and souls leching away meekness spiced with weakness as the way is paved for the destruction that rummages at noon ...

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