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Noonday Poems - Poems about Noonday


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rainbow smiles abound
honey sun erased my frowns
olive green trees sing
in welcome warmth of noonday
laughing gold lilies crowd June

I'm no longer blue
as butterflies spread scent news
they're maroon in hue


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Categories: noonday, color, flower, happiness, nature,
Form: Other

Premium MemberPassing Noonday Flux

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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Categories: noonday, beautiful, beauty, color, emotions,
Form: Terzanelle



Premium MemberLife

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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Categories: noonday, day, moon, morning, night,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberNoonday July Sky

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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Categories: noonday, art, change, color, dark,
Form: Tanka

Premium MemberA Noonday Pause

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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Categories: noonday, bird, butterfly, flower, silence,
Form: Rhyme



Stretches of Silence

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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Categories: noonday, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberNoonday Riverwalk

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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Categories: noonday, bird, butterfly, memory, nature,
Form: Sonnet

Premium MemberNoonday Winter

Noonday Winter


                 One noonday winter, a knock on her cottage door.
                 Poinsettias there, smiling at her.
       
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Categories: noonday, childhood, love,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberPagan Devotional For Noonday

Bringer of day,
Lord of Fire
Help cleanse my ways
O noble Sire!
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Categories: noonday, devotion, faith, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme

The Noonday Orator

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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Categories: noonday, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, husband, life,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberNoonday Sun

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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Categories: noonday, faith, happiness, sadrain, rain,
Form: Ballad

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