Noonday Poems - Poems about Noonday

When sky born laughter a strained ode construed, soaks up the pale rust yellow foliage, visual feast pursuit awhile imbued, An early morning spell I might engage, while breathing in the faraway sea chill, one awe struck heart dweller in brief passage Of sunlight and fraught tree trunk on the hill, cheep and chirp road noise lifting sluggish...

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I am sunrise, And blue sky of morn For this I was born. I am noonday, And the sunlight warm, For this I was born. I am afternoon, When the cooling comes For this I was born. I am evening, And flaming sunset sky For this I was born. I am the night, And need not the moon, For I have the Son. 12/30/2022...

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scorching blood red orb clouds on silken mirror gleam noonday cosmic flare ink black thunder growls, monsoon squall from volatile blue sky NB Red orb is a synonym for the sun. Date posted ; July 9th 2022...

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An apple blossom respite, among the wild springtime blooms, Silence in hot sunshine golden, a pause in the familiar tunes, Muted, pretty purple martins, in the season of endless green, Indulge in a quiet spell, where teal sky and treetops convene. Pretty blooms pause on runways, in the lazy style of summer, Red butterflies erratically fly, to beats of a...

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Dewy-eyed, dragged on With gaze upon Spectre brighter than a noonday I caught her soul entwined in the web But lack what to say, like a play Even with this swift communion of a babe Entangled in the slying-coyness I still let her feel the beat of my shyness Trapped in the stillness of her eyes But not to let go for...

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It seems the sky has never been bluer, As I stroll the lovely familiar path; And bird trills have never been truer, Than in hazy dawn's golden aftermath. The clouds float lazy above the treetops, As the river makes its slow motion tour, Long admired from houses on the hilltops, Scintillating sun gleams on waters pure. As the path winds a long way...

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Noonday Winter One noonday winter, a knock on her cottage door. Poinsettias there, smiling at her. ...

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Bringer of day, Lord of Fire Help cleanse my ways O noble Sire!...

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In a Sunday wintry air The pigeons, the sparrows And the mocking birds Without array Congregated themselves Outside the family house Listening, intently To the noonday oration Of Her Majesty, the Queen Whilst I, I quickly picked The various colors and shapes Of myself, my dignity Shortly thereafter She, fumingly, dropped them off Through the guiltless window...

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Noonday Sun Suffering, so much suffering astounds, Suffering brings us to our very knees, And cries out to us in sleepless nights, In the morning, fatigued and wrenched, Begging for a reprieve from the day, The sun is blocked by the sound of our own doubt, “Where is the end of all this?” “To what end is this, Lord Buddha?” And he points to...

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