Short Skylights Poems

far past eventide
skylights eluding capture
mornings crest draws near
 
Good morning Soupe....

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twilight glances mid
 horizon dances sunrise
peek a boos skylights

1/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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rain hitting skylights
late at night
open the window
breathe in the smell
a soothing sound
that lulls me to sleep
heaven's way of washing
everything clean...

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Lights
Night's torch
Northern shine
Aurora's glow
Bright

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Me and Abe Lopez did a lanterne on an awesome image of Aurora lights.....................

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Eyes like a clear lake,
reflections of a dreamland,
skylights for two hearts.
Walking amidst the cloud tops,
the light brightens up their day.

Edward J. Ebbs - March 15, 2015



Written for a Contest, TANKA 2...

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I want to describe 
The stars as shimmering skylights 

The wind as a strong breeze 
Of an ocean's freedom 

Butterfly's slow flight 
For the sun's love 

Silently darkened starry night 
At an ocean's calm shore 

A fisherman who has found 
Safe harbor before a strike of a storm 

Mother's loving touch 
Of child's silky hair 

I want to describe 
Power and love of God....

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Summer Rain 

Rainstorm

Midsummer’s voice bellows in the thunder.
It’s deep and husky as the heat is high.
Skylights flash in atmospheric wonder,
to clearly say a storm is passing by.
Forceful winds tear weak trees all asunder,
as the rain pours like silver from the sky.
Summer rain doesn’t like to fall alone.
It brings thunder to liven up the tone.

6/19/17...

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I see from my window
rain falling again.
I've woken to another
moist summer day.

I hear the pitter pattter
on my skylights above.
Softly at first then
louder like a drum.

I feel the rain on my skin.
I just let it flow.
As I step out to my garden
and rose bushes below.

I touch their wet petals.
The raindrops roll
into my open palm.
Into my soul.

Rain here is different.
Falls softly on your skin.
More like gentle kisses.
No need to go back in....

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For you
I am walking on rocks
holding unburnt match sticks,
you want me to throw them
behind me.

To step down in lake
for washing sins
from the snuffed out
skylights.
Between green and blue I climb on leaves.

Remained pygmies
till end,
in frail human relationships.
All that we saw, was only for ourselves
in questions and replies.

Wasting shine of titles,
followed by empty looks.
Nothing remained to be said.
Food was left on the plate
untouched.


 
SATISH VERMA...

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